As he shuttled between the desolate canyons, Ransomber's brows furrowed. After the ghouls escaped, they immediately threw themselves into a branch of the corpse mountain. When they arrived, the corpses of no less than a thousand zombies had been swallowed by the opponent.
By devouring corpses, the ghoul's strength increases exponentially, and it cannot continue like this!
"there!"
The cultivator holding the double blade followed Lansenbor's instructions and cut the protruding cliffs in half with the vertical cross sword energy.
Just before the boulder fell, a group of people crossed over from the front. Huge rocks fell into the canyon, filling in the road.
However, as a ferocious roar came from behind everyone, the next second the rock pile was forcefully knocked away by the outstretched tentacles.
"Has it grown to this point?" Turning back and looking at the huge creature covered with scarlet tentacles, Ransomber shuddered.
I wanted to use this to hold the opponent back for a moment, but the strength of the ghoul obviously exceeded the group's expectations. The tentacles that broke out from the surface of the ulcerated skin destroyed everything in front of the ghoul.
The ghost face overlooking everything, filled with blood, roared, and easily smashed the flying magic bullets with a wave of his hand.
"It is already close to the fifth-level earth spirit level. If it continues to eat too much, I'm afraid it will become even more uncontrollable." The first cultivator frowned and looked at the male magician. If it weren't for this guy's indecisiveness, , will they fall into such a predicament?
"It's the Hundred Ghost Corpse Blood Array. If it weren't for the superior ghoul, and without the influence of the Hundred Ghost Corpse Blood Array, Vince wouldn't have been able to improve so much in a short period of time just by eating corpses." The male magician argued.
"You have no place to speak here. Do you know how many people were injured because of that guy!" Looking at his ankle that was ulcerated by the corpse's energy, the cultivator glared at the male magician with resentment.
"Yes...I'm sorry."
Seeing a group of people verbally criticizing the male magician, Ransomber couldn't stand it anymore.
"That's enough! If you think the problem can be solved by talking quickly, then keep complaining." It's not the individual who is angry, but if complaining is useful, what are they still doing here? !
After Ransombor's roar, the group fell silent. In the empty canyon, you can only hear the sparse footsteps and the roar of the ghoul chasing after you while running.
"I have received news that cultivators have figured out the mystery of the Hundred Ghost Corpse Blood Formation and are trying to decipher the formation. I hope everyone can survive this period and wait until the Hundred Ghost Corpse Blood Formation is broken." Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Ransomber, who had just received the news, immediately spoke.
Sure enough, after learning the news, the group immediately regained their motivation...
Artoris sacrificed Gawain, who was always in contact with her. She had no choice but to ask Gawain to help because she knew very little about the battle method and was away from home.
Under the guidance of the other party, Gawain quickly discovered the mystery of the Blood Formation of Hundred Ghosts and Corpses. Colleagues who were familiar with the formation all cast surprised glances when they saw Gawain breaking the first layer of restrictions, and then retreated one by one, leaving an empty space for Gawain to concentrate on breaking the formation.
Time passed by, and as the number of corpses devoured by the ghouls increased, the team of cultivators led by Ransom Burr who fought against them became more and more strenuous.
"Peak of Rank 5..." Looking at the behemoth approaching step by step, Lansenbor, who was already covered in scars, looked around.
The cultivators who followed him were all scarred, and they were afraid that they would be unable to withstand the next attack. Holding the sword, he straightened up with difficulty, and the blood flowing from his forehead covered Ransomber's left eye.
Already...cannot retreat anymore...
A layer of blood in the sky passed through the clouds, rippling and spreading into the distance. Such a scene informed everyone that the blood formation of hundreds of ghosts and corpses that had troubled everyone had finally been cracked!
But so what! At this point, even if the Hundred Ghost Corpse Blood Formation fails, the ghoul's eyes, which are blinded by thousands of corpse auras, cannot regain their clarity.
All I can say is, it’s too late!
The sharp sword edge broke through the tentacles blocking the front, cutting with its gorgeous sword posture, and concentrated on one point under the orange light. The scattered sword energy fell on the surrounding cliffs, leaving countless ferocious sword marks.
Although the ghoul's rationality cannot return, the weakening of the opponent's strength is visible to the naked eye.
After breaking through numerous obstacles, he broke through the jagged tentacles with his body of flesh and blood. Before the brilliance of his sword was dissipated, Ransomber, who was covered in blood, swung it up and slashed it down!
However, it failed. The re-grown tentacles emerged from under the ghoul's skin and knocked Ransombor away.
He hit the cliff hard and fell to his knees leaning on his sword. At that time, a mouthful of black blood spurted out from Lansenbor's mouth.
The poison of the ghoul is also the ultimate curse of death and life. Unless the ghoul is killed, Ransomburr will be poisoned and die anyway.
Ransomber saw the blank looks cast by others who were as seriously injured as himself. The body convulsed, and after such violent movements, the corpse poison spread even more rapidly, but in the blink of an eye, under the broken arm armor, the entire arm was dyed black.
The behemoth is approaching step by step, and anyone who hurts it will die first, through its hands!
"Vince...stop it! This is not your nature, a nightmare that controls your mind. I believe you can defeat it! With the bond between you and me!" As a white light flashed, the male magician's figure blocked Lan's eyes. In front of Sember.
Ransomber's only open right eye flashed with a hint of astonishment. It was a dilemma. The male magician did not favor one side. No matter what he chose, he would stand in front of the weaker side.
The moment he saw the male magician, the ghoul slowed down. It was impossible to determine whether it was the loss of control caused by the disappearance of the Hundred Ghost Corpse Blood Formation, or whether the opponent still remembered his previous master.
Ransomber didn't dare to bet, he would rather believe it was the former! However, Ransomber was surprised by the clarity that flashed in the ghoul's eyes at that moment.
Slowing down his movements does not mean a weakening of his strength. The heavy force of the flying tentacles mercilessly slapped away the male magician who was blocking him. It was also at this moment that under everyone's astonished gaze, the ghoul stopped moving with a painful neighing sound.
Although it only took a moment, Ransomber used his last strength to stand up after understanding the other party's meaning.
"Is this your choice? Then as you wish, I will be the villain!"
The sharp blade surging with thunder broke through the tentacles wrapped around its body, leaped up and stabbed into the ghoul's throat amidst Ransombor's roar.
Finally, the huge body fell to the ground after a sword blow, stirring up smoke and dust ten feet high in this desolate land.
The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and the wind and sand stirred up. Stepping on the corpse, the soldier's figure slowly stood upright. The male magician's pupils trembled with grief and anger as he watched the other party pull out the blood blade from the ghoul's throat, and then cast his cold gaze in this direction.
"See, if it were me, this would be my choice! Your so-called bond is ridiculous in the face of reality. Stop living in fairy tales!"
