Darkness covered the land, and the surrounding mountains and forests were full of howling mountain winds. Lu Hanyang stood on top of the canopy of the tallest tree in this forest, looking into the distance.

Under the darkness of the night, the fire of the Indian tribe came into view, and this was the first time that people were encountered after more than half a month after landing. Lu Hanyang was indeed a little panicked in this process, and went directly in that direction.

The Americas are still wild, dotted with Indian tribes, but by no means as densely populated as the Central Plains. Trying to find the Moth tribe here is like a matter of luck. Lu Hanyang was obviously unlucky before, at least he didn't meet the Indian tribe in the process.

Gradually approaching the firelight, here is a group of natives dressed in animal skins, their faces smeared with the feces of bald eagles, like oil paint on the faces of special forces, with hats made of feathers, the whole person is like a ring of feathers growing on their heads.

At this time, the Indians were dancing around the fire, as if performing some mysterious ritual. An old man with a wooden stick, in front of the fire, was surrounded by a group of people, making a series of high-pitched sounds.

This is a unique language, completely different from the accent of the Tang Dynasty, and the whole is in a high tone, like an eagle roaring a tiger, as if expressing awe of the gods.

Countless people, dancing around the fire, moved in simple and intense movements, as if they could not express their reverence for God. And next to this fire is a huge lake, which reflects the fire light at this time, and there are a few different colors between the sparkling waves.

Throughout the Indian tribes along the Great Lake, all danced in front of the fire, offering their highest respect to the deity in the hope that the deity would bless them. It was completely pious and crazy, and even threw its prey directly into the lake and offered it to the gods.

At this time, a huge whirlpool will appear on the surface of the lake, and all these things will be swept into the water, as if there is really a mysterious creature under the water, and all the tributes will be accepted.

When the tribute was gone, all the Indians knelt down and cried out loudly that the gods had accepted their tribute, and that their tribe would be blessed by the gods and would have more harvest.

But at this moment, Lu Hanyang felt a familiar wave of power from the surface of that lake. That's right, he actually felt the power fluctuations of that enemy lurking in the sea in this great lake.

The guy who had been fighting with him for a long time, and even manipulated the sea water to form a giant dragon and a flying sword divine dragon that could not fall into the wind, now actually appeared in this big lake!

"So, your lair is here? Then it's easy to do, as long as you monitor here, don't believe that you won't go ashore! Lu Hanyang stood in the air, he was riding a red-crowned crane at this time, and he didn't have the slightest strength to leak out, so he naturally didn't worry about being discovered by the enemy in the lake.

These foreign players who come to the world of Datang, they all have a unique power system, and then when they exert their supernatural power, they will have fluctuations in their respective abilities to radiate. Lu Hanyang himself is a sword qi that is enough to cut through everything, and that sharp aura will be detected even from a long distance.

And the golden wolf sacrifice that died in the hands of Lu Hanyang before is the same, as long as it is activated, then there will be wolves howling endlessly, and it is completely impossible to conceal it.

And the Sea King is hidden in the sea water, although he can hide his body, but he can't hide the fluctuation of his divine power, it is a strange feeling, giving people a feeling that is a little palpitating like facing a deep abyss.

This kind of feeling, which is felt by ordinary people, will definitely give birth to an indescribable fear in the depths of their hearts. Outside players like Lu Hanyang and them will also feel unhappy for a while because of this breath. Because the deep darkness of the sea, which seems to swallow everything, seems to hide an indescribable horror.

This feeling made Lu Hanyang feel a little palpitating, not to mention these Indians?

So, after the appearance of this sea king James on this land, the Indians here have their same faith. It is this great god of the lake, who can feel his divine power more than other gods.

And James also showed a few miracles in front of these Indians, directly setting off a hundred huge waves, even if it was only once, but it also made these Indians dare not have the slightest disrespect for her.

Lu Hanyang felt the fluctuation of the sea king's divine power, and quietly followed him at this time, directly crossing the entire lake.

In this area, there are several huge lakes, which is the largest group of lakes in North America, the Great Lakes region. The lakes do not have the names of the posterity, and the Indians may not have been able to walk around them in their lifetimes.

So the Indians thought that they lived on the edge of a lake, and had no idea that there were many huge lakes in the area where they lived.

Lu Hanyang followed James, the Sea King, through the entire lake along the way, and then did not stop, but entered another lake from a narrow inlet.

Along the way, James never came out of the way, but walked under the water. This guy is completely almost a bug-like existence underwater, and it is as inexplicable as Lu Hanyang flying into the air to carry out a sword rain attack below.

This is the second foreign player Lu Hanyang has encountered, and it is also the most difficult guy, if he doesn't come out of the water, then Lu Hanyang may not be able to pose a threat to him for a long time.

But this guy's weakness is also obvious, that is, he can't go to a place with less water, and his ability can play the greatest role in the water.

On the other side, on the shore of the lake, a figure was waiting, standing on the top of a tall tree, on a small branch, with one hand in the trunk of one side, without the slightest sign of reluctance.

It seemed that at this moment, the trunk of the big tree was as soft as tender tofu in his hand, and his hand was easily inserted into it.

This man was wearing a tight-fitting armor, pitch-black color, and streamlined design, making him look like a black panther foraging in the jungle.

A mask obscured his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly, and a pair of eyes stared at the distant lake through the hole in the mask.