Captain Bai tilted his head and squatted slightly, like a leopard about to hunt, but he had a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the constantly wriggling castle in the distance, calculating the appearance of the opponent's attack.

On the city wall, the few remaining patrol members all looked at their captain with a look of horror, they were younger, and they had only been in charge of patrol for a few years here, and they had not experienced the scene of Fort Solomon's automatic counterattack.

Although he knew that no matter how powerful the young man on the other side was, as long as he didn't go out, there would be no danger, but the castle under him moved like a prehistoric beast, and his legs couldn't help but tremble a little.

The patrol captain was also extremely anxious at this time, he didn't know what to do, and even Fort Solomon began to squirm at this moment, indicating that the young man's blow just now had made this ancient and powerful castle angry, and he didn't need to ring the death knell to inform the people in the castle.

But why has it been so long, no one has come out yet, in Fort Solomon, there is usually no one stationed, only in the annual meeting, most of the middle and high-level members of the Dark Council will appear here, but a very powerful high-level existence like Rodney will set up a teleportation array between his family and Fort Solomon, and he can come and go at any time, of course, the existence of the super-level who can tear the space is not counted.

Both sides were silent, but the squirming Fort Solomon gradually quieted down, and the Akagi spear that was originally inserted into the ground was squeezed out and thrown aside, as if its restlessness just now was just to squeeze out the gun.

Bai Junyi looked at the Akagi big gun under the city wall with bright eyes, and he didn't expect that there was still hope to take it back, so he shot this big gun, purely to stimulate the group of bigwigs.

"Did it just stop?"

Several werewolf patrol members on the city wall looked at each other blankly, could it be that those big people inside really didn't plan to make a move?

No matter what caused those big people to make this decision, if those people didn't make a move, it would be really embarrassing, Bai Junyi's strength they all saw just now, with their cultivation, they basically went up and died one by one.

At least the captain himself is a cultivator of the earl rank, he feels that he can't hold out for a minute under the hands of that young man, even if it is a strong marquis in his own family, he may not be able to force himself to this step, so probably only a strong man of the duke rank can take down the young man in front of him steadily, but none of those strong people come out, making them look in a daze.

Suddenly, at this moment, the bloody wasteland, which had calmed down, began to shake violently again, and not only shaking, but in many places, it directly began to crack, and bursts of red mist steamed out, as if something was about to crawl out.

Seeing this scene, Bai Junyi just narrowed his eyes a little more thinly, but the true qi in his body began to gradually condense, and the scroll that Gregory gave himself also reached his cuff, YLy

But the werewolf warriors on the city walls were completely stunned, and they knew what was going to come out of the ground.

Even if they are descendants of the Dark Clan warriors, they don't know much about the inside story, but this matter is something that almost all the members of the Dark Clan have heard of, but they have never seen it!

When they were children, they had heard their elders say that the warriors of the Dark Clan were not only werewolves, but also blood clans, but the dark mages were not among them, their essence was still human, and it was only the spells they practiced that were biased towards darkness and evil, so they were classified as the Dark Clan.

These werewolf warriors and members of the Bloodline, if the final rank can break through to the Marquis realm, after their death, their bodies will be sent to Fort Solomon by their descendants, and they will return to the arms of the dark god and become warriors under the command of the dark god.

Of course, this kind of thing that looks extremely cruel to outsiders, especially for the Chinese people, there is no place to die This is the biggest insult, even for ordinary people in the West, it is the terrible result of the soul falling into hell.

But for these believers who believe in darkness, it is nothing, and this is a different state of existence.

At this time, these werewolf warriors have already guessed that under this bloody wasteland, what is about to crawl out is probably the undead warriors who were refined after the death of these dark clans!

Although these undead warriors were all marquis rank before they died, and there was even no shortage of strong people with duke rank, but dead is dead, even if they are refined into undead warriors, their combat power is similar to that of a viscount, and it is already very rare to be equivalent to an earl, but the most terrifying thing about this kind of undead warrior is the number!

This custom of the dark clan has been practiced for almost thousands of years, that is, the corpses and bones of these dead dark clan powerhouses have been refined into undead warriors and hidden under this bloody wasteland for thousands of years.

Bai Junyi also sensed a huge and terrifying aura of death, constantly steaming out of the ground, and his brows gradually furrowed, he probably guessed what was down here, that legend was not just circulating among the members of the Dark Clan.

Suddenly, in a crack not far in front of Bai Junyi, a pale palm stretched out and clutched tightly at the edge of the surface.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Captain Bai's eyes, and with a flip of his palm, a white sword qi appeared directly in the air, and then slashed directly towards that palm.

Tear ......

As soon as the sword came, the palm of the hand instantly broke into two pieces, and the existence under the palm roared angrily and fell back.

Seeing this scene, Bai Junyi's brows tightened a little, it was obvious that the strength of these undead warriors was not very strong, but it could also be inferred that the number should be extremely terrifying.

Looking at the hundreds of kilometers of bloody wasteland, there are cracks almost everywhere, and there is red mist steaming up, if this wasteland is really full of such undead warriors, at least hundreds of thousands!

This kind of terrifying quantity, not to mention a Bai Junyi, even if it is a super-level powerhouse, as long as he doesn't run, he will definitely be bitten by ants and die madly.

Bai Junyi was a little dazed for a while, Lao Tzu really has such a big face and attracted such a big scene?

In the underground hall of Fort Solomon, Faust put down the staff in his hand and said lightly: "First launch half of the undead warriors, and see what hole cards Gregory has!"

In their hearts, Bai Junyi is just an ant that can be ignored under the game between the two sides.