The scene fell into silence for a while.
But at this moment.
"Feifei! Feifei, why did you fly away?"
Zhao Hao kept shouting because he lost his target.
He shouted several times, as anxiously as if he had reached a critical moment in a movie, and then his phone suddenly ran out of battery, like a headless fly.
Fang Xiu immediately lifted the illusion.
Zhao Hao regained his clarity instantly.
And then...then he died.
Because he found that everyone was staring at him with an extremely strange look, or to be precise, staring at his tent.
Zhao Haoleng stayed in place for one second, two seconds, three seconds...
"ah!!"
He suddenly burst out with a pitiful scream, then ran away holding the bell.
"Brother Xiu made a mistake!!"
Of course, he didn't run too far. He obviously still had some sense and knew that he couldn't break away from the large group and went to squat in the corner by himself.
Everyone: "......"
After a while, the fat man came over.
"Brother Xio, the nightmare has escaped. What should we do now? Go back to the investigation bureau first?"
Before Fang Xiu could answer, an angry roar suddenly sounded in the sky.
"None of you can even think of leaving!! How dare you humiliate me like this! You all deserve to die!"
Nightmare's angry voice echoed throughout the audience, but his voice was only heard but not seen. It was obvious that he was very worried about Zhao Hao.
At this time, the nightmare obviously wants to kill people. The most embarrassing... second embarrassing scene in its life just now was seen by so many people. It must kill everyone in order to escape this humiliation.
The most embarrassing scene was the in-depth exchange with Zhao Hao in the mental hospital.
That time was a nightmare that will last a lifetime.
After the nightmare roared, boom!
Boom!
The ground actually trembled slightly.
Everyone was shocked.
"What's going on?! Is there an earthquake?"
"It's not an earthquake! It's... footsteps!"
"What! Are you sure you heard it right? Footsteps that can shake the ground? How is this possible?"
"He heard it right, we are surrounded by slaves." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.
At this time, a black mass of people appeared not far away, like a zombie siege, rushing towards everyone like a tide.
These people are all slaves!
They are all ordinary people who died of fear before.
Seeing this scene, everyone was desperate.
There are millions of people in Green Vine City. How many people died in this nightmare incident?
One hundred thousand? Half a million? Or one million?
No one knows, but it is definitely a very scary number.
After these ordinary people became slaves, although their strength and speed increased greatly, and they were not afraid of death, but the people present were all spiritual masters, so they were not afraid.
But the bad thing is that there are too many people, so many that one person can drown everyone with just one spit.
The spiritual master's spirituality is limited. When tens of thousands of slaves charge, let alone them, even Yang Ming and Bai Qi will die of exhaustion.
"Everyone come to the room!"
When everyone was in despair, Fang Xiu issued an order.
Only then did they all react and jumped onto the surrounding roofs like crazy.
Anyone who has played games knows that when fighting zombies, you cannot fight head-on. You must make use of the terrain and occupy the commanding heights.
A few seconds after everyone jumped on the roof, the slaves were already pouring in like a tide. Almost in the blink of an eye, the open space was crowded with densely packed slaves.
They roared wildly and climbed up the house desperately.
The slaves had no wisdom and only knew how to rush wildly. This also led to a stampede incident. The slaves who rushed first were directly pushed to the ground, and the slaves behind stepped on their bodies to climb up.
This time, everyone didn't wait for Fang Xiu's order and attacked frantically one by one. After all, no one wanted to die.
Boom boom boom!
Shen Lingxue transformed into the Flame Goddess and continuously bombarded the fireballs. Each fireball was like a high-explosive bomb, capable of swallowing dozens of slaves.
The fat man took advantage of his abundant health and kept teleporting while holding a bronze candlestick. Whenever a place was about to be captured by the slaves, he would jump on it and use the candlelight to drive away the slaves. He really made up for the weak spots.
Other spiritual masters also showed off their magical powers, and no one dared to be stingy with their spirituality. After all, spirituality can be restored if it is lost, but nothing is lost if life is lost.
Faced with Nightmare's massive crowd tactics, Fang Xiu was not idle. Now was not the time for him to reserve his strength.
Because it is now a desperate situation.
This is a desperate situation that cannot be changed even after death.
There is no conspiracy or any fancy abilities, just the purest human wave tactics.
No matter how many times he went back, he could not get around this level as long as he faced the nightmare.
As for choosing to avoid fighting, that is asking for death.
The nightmare realm has just taken shape now, but it has such strength. Once he completely digests the entire Green Vine City, there will be no chance of a comeback.
So now, the only option is to fight to the death!
He controlled his hair, and his long silver hair continued to grow, and in the blink of an eye it covered the sky, densely covering the sky.
Those silver hair were like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, piercing through the body of the slave crazily.
With this blow, Fang Xiu killed hundreds of slaves instantly, which was very efficient.
"Ah! Die!"
Suddenly, Zhao Hao, who had been hunched over, roared violently. He stood up straight and jumped directly into the sea of slaves.
He is also an expert and daring person. He attacks crazily among the slaves. He can destroy several slaves with every punch and kick. He is like a walking meat grinder.
Countless limbs and debris flew around him.
It was obvious that Zhao Hao was venting his anger, mainly because he was so embarrassed and social-dead just now, which made him so angry that he had no place to vent his anger.
Looking for Brother Xiu? Although Brother Xiu was not authentic, he finally saved himself by using this method.
Looking for onlookers? They didn't say anything, nor did they laugh. There was really no reason to take action.
Zhao Hao, who had been feeling aggrieved for a long time, finally had a way to vent his anger after seeing tens of thousands of slaves.
Relying on the strong confidence of the Duck King's transformation, he does not need to stay on the roof like others and can take the initiative to attack.
Under the powerful offensive of everyone, the slaves were retreating steadily. For several periods of time, there was even a vacuum in the courtyard.
But victory is just an appearance, and decline is hidden beneath the surface.
Half an hour later, everyone's spiritual energy was about to bottom out, and the entire courtyard had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
No one could remember how many slaves they had killed. Was it ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Or 80,000?
But even after killing so many slaves, the following slaves are still beyond sight, and their number is so despairing.
Even Zhao Hao, who was so brave before, couldn't withstand it anymore.
There was a flash of white light, Zhao Hao returned to his previous appearance, and a group of slaves roared and rushed toward him.
Zhao Hao was shocked and used his ultimate move again: "Brother Xiu, save me!"
Uh-huh!
A strand of silver hair fell from the sky, wrapped around his waist, and pulled him up to the roof.
After doing all this, Fang Xiu silently took back his silver hair. At this time, his silver hair was no longer as shiny as before. It was stained with blood, and the silver color turned into blood. There were also many pieces of flesh, and the whole thing was drooping.
"Team Fang, do we still have a future?" A spiritual master with a tired face and despair in his eyes couldn't help but ask.
At this time, the blood moon hung high, and more than a dozen blood-soaked spiritual masters were guarding the roof. The blood light stretched their shadows very long.
Under their feet, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, as well as a dense army of slaves that could not be seen to the end.
Despair flooded everyone's heart like a tide.
