There are not a few shadows approaching in the fog, and there are more than a dozen human figures that can be recognized by the naked eye alone.

Jeno asked a few people to stand still, he knew that he was most likely surrounded, but the thick black fog made him unable to find a breakthrough, but judging from the travel rate of the first batch of undead, they should not be facing a powerful existence.

The first to burst out of the black mist was a skeletal soldier, dressed in solid ancient armor, and the black mist lifted in front of him like a veil, revealing a pair of hollow eye sockets and a blue-green glow from the mouth of the mutilated black and yellow teeth.

It retains a part of the memory of being a human being.

At the sight of the living, the undead soldier let out a meaningless roar from his mouth, holding his rusted sword high to increase the speed of the charge, which was unconsciously reminiscent of the horn of the charge, but not bloody, only terrifying.

Behind this, several carrion corpses staggered in, their faces covered with puffy rotten flesh, making them appear to be a little more "new", or at least still fleshy.

They were responsible for the strong stench of corpses, and the turbans covering their dry scalps reminded them that they had once been sailors or pirates.

These are just the lowest level of undead, hollow and rotten shells, and those spirits that can fly to the sky and the earth, or more powerful evil spirits have not appeared.

As for why there were so many cannon fodder undead on this gray sand beach, he thought it might be because it was the best place to land, and there were many killings as a result.

There were more shadowy figures flashing in the black mist, and there were many behind them, and there were countless familiar hands. Jeno knew that this battle could not be avoided, so he immediately ordered: "Kill! Continue to break ahead! ”

Bang!

Gunfire erupts!

Sarah was the first to strike, and a carrion corpse had its head shattered, and its head rolled around on the sand, spilling black bruises on the ground.

She blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and reloaded: "That's how you want to beat the undead, you can kill with one blow if you hit the head!" ”

She thought that she had killed the most undead of all the people present, and she was qualified to be called an expert in this area.

"Like this?"

Ezreal's glove unleashed a magic light projectile that would explode a large sand pit on the beach, and the white sand and stumps fell one after another, and the undead who was hit could no longer see the full human form.

"My hand shook a little, and I was obviously aiming at my head...... Forget it, the effect of blasting into slag is the same. Looking at his results, Ezreal shook his head, as if he was not satisfied.

"......" Sarah suddenly didn't want to move, she thought she might as well be a quiet vase paddling.

"Cool! Taste how this goes! Not to be outdone, Jinx rushed directly into the group of undead, and took her large smoking gun to shoot wildly at these dead.

As soon as the undead came into contact with the smoke made by Jinxter, they began to emit black smoke from their empty mouths, noses, and eyes as if they were being smoked, and the dark light in their throats gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared completely, turning into mummified corpses that fell to the ground.

As for the demon spirit, they received "special treatment".

She found that no undead would pay attention to her, and she thought that the undead might not be able to see her.

But that doesn't mean she's going to sit idly by, these walking dead, which are more "mechanically repetitive" than real machines, don't seem to her to have any learning value, and even if she doesn't receive an order, she'll take action to eradicate them.

"Pulse—"

With a mechanical elongated sound, the puppet crashed into an undead who ran past the demon, and the copper ball ignited a high-voltage electric current, completely killing its dead motor nerves, causing it to fall headlong on the sand, convulsing repeatedly and mechanically.

Seeing that several people around him had the ability to protect themselves, Jeno retracted his thoughts and focused on the undead in front of him.

With a shake of his hand, he shook a crystal dagger out of his sleeve and stepped forward, swinging it towards the skeleton soldier's roaring mouth.

Half of his head flew out of his helmet, the dull blue-green light in his eye sockets quietly extinguished, and before the head could stop rolling on the sand, Jeno stepped out of a puff of white sand, turned his sword into a knife, and slashed a carrion from his shoulder armor to the opposite armpit.

The battle was quite easy, in a battle of this level, he didn't need to use the invincible crystal armor and the undead nemesis Fountain of Life, the strength of this batch of undead was less than half of the encounter in the Night of Soul Eclipse, he could easily solve a bunch of them, but the number was still unknown.

However, quantitative changes will cause qualitative changes, and increasing the number of enemies will also increase the chance of encountering strong enemies.

A wraith burst out of the receding shadows—an emaciated, immaterial creature draped in a tattered shroud that was once a supple white robe. Without decaying flesh and fragile bones, its speed has increased dramatically.

Its lithe body leaned forward, skimming across the sand, using a few carrion corpses as cover, before coming from behind, slashing at Jeno with its dagger-like claws.

In its eyes, Jeno is a flower to be picked.

His soul was incomparably tempting, like a sip of warm and delicious ginger soup in winter, which greatly concealed the existence of the rest of the people, and driven by its strong instinctive desires and weak consciousness, Jeno was the only choice for it to devour.

Sarah, who was in the safest position in the center, was the first to see the demon, and she raised her gun to shoot, and both shots hit one after another, but the bullet only caused a ripple on the demon's shroud.

She immediately drew her sword of Demacia's craft and tried to catch up with it, but the sound of the gunfire had already alerted Jeno, and the long claw slashed at the mountain of armor he had just summoned, leaving several white marks.

He turned around and met the demon's hollow eye sockets, only to realize that it was a flying spirit.

After a moment of surprise, Jeno closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a blazing divine light emitted from his eyes, like the scorching sun shining into the morning mist, the evil spirits screamed violently, and the ethereal spirits surged violently, melting and evaporating little by little, and finally disappeared and invisible, leaving only a filthy shroud.

Jeno blinked, his eyes back to normal. It was the light of his soul, similar to the existence of Naga Kapolos, like a natural enemy to these naked spirits.

This is an ability that Jeno only obtained from the trial not long ago, and it was the first time he used it, but he didn't expect the effect to be amazingly good.

It seems that Naga Kapoulos is fighting the spread of the black fog.

Now that there is a more suitable means, let's use it as a practice.

He changed his mind and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

The entire right hand burst out with soul fire, instantly completing the transformation between flesh and spirit, turning into a veritable flaming claw.

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