The sky was overcast.

No matter how powerful the ghost warriors were, once they could not run at high speed and for a long time like the wolves on the shore of Atami, they lost their most important ability, and in the eyes of the reckless cavalry who roamed around and drew their bows, they suddenly became an immovable arrow target. No matter how powerful their melee defense is, they will only die of blood when they are fired by countless arrows.

The horse walked like the wind, the arrows fell like rain, and the reckless knight whistled sharply, kicked the horse's belly with both legs, and with exquisite archery, accurately drew the bow and shot the arrow. No matter how fast the speed of the ghost clan is, it can't be faster than the bow and arrow, let alone those cultivators who are hidden among the soldiers.

The advantage of victory and defeat on the battlefield changed direction in an instant. On such a battlefield where common sense cannot be inferred, nothing can be surprising.

However, this does not affect the resolute ghost people, who still rely on their physical advantages to do high-speed sports on the plains, which is also their hope to get out of trouble.

Suddenly the plains became quiet and clear.

Immediately after that, even the humming strings, the sneering of arrows, and the whistles of the reckless people disappeared, and the battlefield, which should have been noisy, became extremely quiet. Silence is actually a relative statement, and in fact, the reason why all these noisy sounds have disappeared is because people on the battlefield can now only hear one voice.

The ghost people who had buried their bodies in the grass and mud raised their heads with difficulty and looked up at the sky, their eyes had been extremely calm before, but now they were suddenly occupied by burning heat and admiration.

All of the warring parties raised their heads.

Clouds obscured the sunlight and cast shadows.

A man fell from the sky.

This man is like a meteorite that crashes into the earth.

The foot wearing a pair of very ordinary leather boots, the leather boots are a little old, the soles of the boots are a little dirty, I don't know which grasslands, which Gobi, which sewage, which mountains and rivers I have stepped on.

Death is coming.

The soles of the old boots simply could not withstand this tremendous force, and they broke inch by inch.

Countless pieces of dirt shattered into powder and shot out wildly in all directions, like a wave of air that appeared out of thin air, but with infinite lethality.

The foot, which no longer had the sole of his boot, stepped through the giant shield and continued downward among the flying metal fragments, easily stepping through the old wizard's condensed vitality shield and stepping on the top of his head.

This foot that pierced through the clouds and cracked through the sky finally made a move, and after confirming that the other party had a cultivator involved in the war!

The ghost warriors who were trapped in the center of the battlefield, looking at the powerful man in the distance, finally broke the silence and let out a crazy roar, and some of the young ghost clansmen even shed tears of excitement.

The surviving reckless people looked at each other stupidly, and were really frightened by the means of killing people without bones just now, and at this time, the person didn't want to kill again, so of course they wanted to run for their lives.

As if they were amnestied, those reckless cavalrymen invariably pulled their horses and fled from the bloody hell in front of them.

"Let's go, our destination is not far away, there will be no enemy in front of us, and there will be no more pursuers behind us, you can have a full meal with peace of mind. As if he was talking to his own child, the murderous aura of the young ghost clan was retracted and said calmly.

Zhushan is not a very tall mountain, at least the Shijie Mountain, which is close to it, must be much smaller.

The Oni people like the mountains because they have been in the cave for too long, and Shaodian also likes them.

It doesn't seem like an exaggeration to say he's prepared for a rainy day. "Patriarch, how did you do this? The high priest asked. Lin Jiajun has always been the most powerful opponent that the High Priest believes exists in this world and can pose a threat to the ghost clan, but now it seems that things have become much more delicate.

Shaodian looked at the behemoth city in the distance, the corners of his mouth provoked a smile, his nerves could finally be relaxed, with his back to Canghai City, he couldn't think of any situation that would be safer than the current ghost clan.

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