The intense death aura emanating from their bodies almost froze the surface of Finley and Fenjie!

That's what it is...... The Bottom of the Great Tomb?!

No!

Far from it!

If the owner of the Great Tomb was as far-sighted as I thought, he would never have exposed all his cards.

The thought immediately crossed Finley's mind and quickly agreed that the Great Grave was far stronger than what he saw it now!

In his mind, the owner of the Great Tomb has unwittingly become a mysterious and powerful monarch with a deep city.

The Headless Horseman and the Archmage of the Bones teamed up to meet the two fishmen of the Gills Tribe.

The soul fire in the latter's eyes jumped, and a shuddering sound came from behind the bones, "Who said just now that you were going to compete with the force of the Great Tomb?"

Oliver's gaze swept over Finley and then fell on Finjay.

After the latter was stared at by the headless horseman's gaze, he immediately felt the scales on his body stand upside down, and the powerful coercion from the superior made him think of the feeling of being crushed by the powerful fish-man warriors of the great tribe again.

Powerlessness, despair, yes, that's the damn feeling!

Under such tremendous pressure, Fenjie Canggill pulled out his short knife, and he raised the tip of the blade to the cheek of the opposite undead.

"I, Fen Jie Cang Gill, challenge you!" the Vicious Fen Jie of the Cang Gill Tribe challenged the Headless Horseman of the Great Tomb with full courage.

Oliver sat on the bony horse and looked at the somewhat short brown fish-man with interest.

Originally, he had only come at Bonn's request to intimidate the two fish-man guests, as a way to demonstrate the great power of the Great Tomb.

As a result, this guy, who was obviously a class weaker than himself, dared to challenge him unashamedly?

Oliver snorted coldly, "Dare to challenge a higher-level powerhouse, I admire your courage." ”

"Without further ado, undead, accept my challenge here and now!" Fenjie let out a roar that suppressed his instinctive fear of the dead.

Oliver nodded slightly at Laurent, who gestured, and the undead immediately dispersed, making room for the battle between the Headless Horseman and the Fish-Man Berserker.

Finley couldn't help but hold his brother and whispered, "Are you really going to challenge him? ”

The Fishman Berserker took a deep breath, "My growth has reached a bottleneck, if I don't challenge an opponent stronger than me, I will always stay in the leader class, and I can't tolerate myself being so weak when the Canggill tribe is so alive and dead!"

Although he is usually fierce, although he is indifferent to anyone, although he is somewhat simple-minded and has developed limbs, although he has many countless shortcomings, he is still a member of the Gills tribe.

Everything that Fenjie Canggill does is for the survival and continuation of the Canggill tribe.

Finley gave his brother a deep look and stuffed something into his hand, "If you think you're dying, use it, the Gills Tribe can't afford to lose you." ”

Fenjie clenched the green gem in his hand, nodded heavily, and walked directly to the center of the clearing.

Oliver carried a longsword made of purple steel and looked condescendingly at the Fishman Berserker.

"Bring my head. The Headless Horsemann said loudly.

Then, a skeletal warrior trotted over and handed the massive head of the King of Thrust into his hands.

Oliver picked up the ferocious head in both hands and pressed it hard against his neck.

Airplanes.

The surging coercion erupted again.

The fish-man berserker's mouth filled with bitterness.

He could feel the other party's aura soaring again.

Even my father in the prime of life never reached this level.

After the other party wears the head of this pig man, he must have reached the peak of the ruling class, right?

When Oliver put on his skull, his eyes burned with an even more fiery soul fire—his soul fire had previously been a soul fire suspended directly above his neck.

Now the head of the King of Storm has become a vessel for this soul fire.

He admired the courage of this fish-man, so he didn't talk nonsense and directly put on the strongest head.

He will use his most powerful force to let this fish-man who dares to challenge a higher-level opponent know that the undead of the Great Grave are not something they can challenge at will!

The Bone Horse, seated by the Headless Horseman, kicked the ground restlessly.

It felt its master's battle intent roaring like a flame!

Towards the gills of Finjay, Oliver launched an all-out charge!

The white bone horse trampled on the hard rocky ground with its hooves in a fierce and crisp sound.

The Purple Steel Sword in the Headless Horseman's hand swung and slashed at the head of the Fishman Berserker.

Truth be told, Oliver didn't like his current weapon.

It's light and agile, and it has a decent ability to channel magic - but it's not heavy enough.

What he liked was the riding gun, the kind of huge cavalry that could pierce three or four people without stopping when he charged under his armpit!

However, this purple steel longsword was enough to deal with a fish-man berserker.

The long sword slashed through the violent curve, and it should have slashed the scales and tore the skin, muscles, and blood vessels, but it was met with the same hard resistance—the blue cobalt short knife!

Dang!

Fierce sparks burst out at the center of the battle.

With the tremendous force of this collision, Fenjie took more than a dozen steps back.

He looked up, the features on his face twisted and hideous from the pain, but the fish-man berserker still let out a disdainful roar, "This is the fighting power of the ruling class, and it seems that it is nothing more than that." ”

Tick tock.

Finley could see at a glance that his sword-wielding right hand was bleeding.

Red blood dripped down the hilt of the knife and fell to the ground.

It is especially harsh in the quiet of battle.

But that's not just the aftermath of this collision.

Because his entire right arm was completely numb.

Mian Mian limp to the side, losing all combat effectiveness.

So Fenjie held the short knife in his grip and switched to holding the knife in his left hand.

Oliver didn't give a damn about it, but gave Fenjie a serious look, "Fishman, your right arm has been scrapped, and you may die if you blow it again." ”

The fish-man berserker did not retreat for half a minute, "I want to tell you that although the Gills tribe is small, it is not without brave warriors, and although the Swamp Fishmen are generally low-intelligence, they are not without wise sages!"

At the same time as he let out such an angry roar, Fenjie Cang Gill held the knife in his left hand and charged at the undead of the ruling class in front of him!

He was not without fear.

It is only because of fear that he dares to charge at an enemy far stronger than himself.

Because he represents the 71 members of the Gills tribe.

If his death can bring dignity and greater benefits to the Canggill tribe, then he is willing.

Finley watched as his brother charged without hesitation.

For the first time, his eyes, which had barely shed tears since birth, were moist.

As the wisest fish-man of the Canggill tribe, the moment he counter-charged, he understood Fenjie's thoughts.