Ling Fan and his party of 7 people, the "human seed" in the mouth of the sheep-headed bat, walked firmly towards the broken bronze door.

"Come on, quack, come on."

"Do you think you have a chance to win?"

"Isn't it desperate to be forced to die?"

The piercing sound of sheep-headed bats echoed in my ears. On the road, the bryophytes shimmer faintly, and the deep corridors seem to herald the dark future of everyone.

The short distance of 100 meters seems to be infinitely farther away, and the bronze gate seems to have become an infinite point of light like a grain of rice.

Seven human seeds that have not yet "germinated" will face the sheep-headed bats that have existed for countless years. And this sheep-headed bat seems to have buried a lot of human Tianjiao like them.

However, the 7 people led by Ling Fan were fearless, their steps were like the beat of war drums, their fighting spirit was rising steadily, and their will was indestructible.

Ling Fan's face was calm, but his blood was surging in his body, no one understood the meaning of this battle better than him, and no one understood the difficulty of this battle better than him.

Coming to the maze of birds, he understands that he not only bears the future of the modern human race, but also bears the blood debt of his ancestors.

It is no exaggeration to say that this corridor has become a fork in the road of human destiny.

If Ling Fan fell here, then, no matter how long the human race could survive, it would definitely not achieve the ultimate victory.

The passing of a generation of human beings will put the human race in an absolutely disadvantaged position on the upgraded continent with the theme of racial hegemony.

Because, the first seeds were killed, indicating that the fate of the human race was stolen and controlled by the more powerful xenomorphs.

No matter how human beings struggle, in places that human beings cannot see, endless darkness has long enveloped human beings, and the hope of human beings is nothing but false comfort for self-deception.

"In the past 200 years, the final outcome of the human race has long been doomed."

In Ling Fan's heart, a glimmer of realization flashed.

"The trap of xenomorphs is the realm of lore."

"It's a pity, let the xenos exploit the loopholes of the upgraded continent, no matter how they calculate the human race, they would never have thought of an existence like me."

The road to the passage seems to be very long, in fact, it is only a hundred meters away.

When everyone finally arrived at the broken bronze door, their minds were empty, only the will and determination to fight.

"Come on, come on, come early, I'll free you sooner."

"Come a second earlier, and the time I torture you will be reduced by a second, isn't it a good deal, quack......"

A sheep-headed bat with a wingspan of 20 meters, the corners of its mouth are cracked to the base of its ears, and its evil voice is full of banter.

Ling Fan snorted coldly and said:

"Inferior beasts, hairless beasts, look at your ugly and rotten body, there has never been a place for you among the birds."

"Gah! What you say, what you say! ”

When the sheep-headed bat heard Ling Fan's words, it immediately became crazy.

"I'm going to devour your soul."

"Originally, I wanted to see the desperate expressions on your faces as you slowly came out."

"Originally, you could have enjoyed the feeling of fighting to the death a little more."

"Now, because of your words, your people will be tormented!"

"I'm going to tear your entrails, I'm going to chew your bones."

"You're going to regret it, you're going to regret what you just said, Quack."

The sheep-headed bat's dead gray eyes without pupils stared at Ling Fan tightly, and the aura of evil aura condensed on Ling Fan's body, as if he wanted to tear apart pieces of his soul, and then splice his soul piece by piece into a monster that could not be seen in the world.

The sheep-headed bat spreads its membranous wings full of holes, and the dead gray liquid gushes out of its body, and the cold aura of death gives the illusion that everything is covered with a layer of dead ash.

[System Prompt: You are affected by the aura skill "Dead Ash", and your defense and health regeneration effects are reduced]

"Come out of here, accept your fate, bugs."

The sheep-headed bat roared silently as an invisible sound wave poured into the channel, and if it was allowed to enter the channel, its power would be multiplied.

"Corona shield!"

Rasol shouted, and without hesitation, he pushed himself against the entrance of the passage, and stood on the ground the large heraldic shield engraved with the mark of the sun.

He was half-crouching, and a golden circular barrier sprouted from his large shield, shielding the entire passageway.

The sound wave came, and the golden barrier fluctuated violently, but it was strong.

"As soon as the sonic attack is over, we'll get out of the tunnel!"

"Spread out to both sides, watch out for the next attack."

In the team channel, Ling Fan sent out a stream of hearts.

The golden barrier formed by the Corona Shield no longer fluctuated, and Rasol, Mike, and Ling Fan jumped off the platform and faced the sheep-headed bat head-on.

The rest quickly scattered to both sides.

I don't know when, but the two giant claws of the sheep-headed bat each condensed a liquid sphere of dark red and dead ash.

Two liquid orbs spun, splitting into twisted necromancers, and pounced on the crowd from the air.

These liquid necromancers exude an aura of cold silence, as if they want to turn the breath of all life into eternal coldness.

"Don't be touched by them."

Ling Fan let out another stream of minds.

The speed of the liquid necromancy's attack was not fast, and everyone came to the hall in time, with plenty of room to dodge.

Ling Fan's body was agile, like an antelope hanging its horns between advance and retreat, and he easily dodged the attacks of the three necromancers. The necromancers continued to move downward, turning into a dead gray liquid when they hit the ground.

"These necromancys are not conscious, and they are not under the control of sheep-headed bats."

Ling Fan covered the battlefield with his spiritual power, and the other 6 people were also in danger.

"Attack!"

The sheep-headed bat has just finished releasing its skills, and this is a good time to attack, and of course everyone will not let go of this opportunity.

The Edman Alloy Treant took the lead, turning his left hand into a shield and his right hand into a terrifying macehead, and smashed it into the sheep's bat thigh, which was not covered in flesh.

The light distorted, and extremely hot white flames appeared out of thin air, clinging to the macehead.

With the powerful wielding power of the little tree, the mallet churned the air, making a dull wind sound, and smashed into the bat's thigh bone in the blink of an eye.

"When"

The alloy hammer was shaken open, and a faint crack appeared on the thigh bone of the sheep-headed bat, and at the same time, the flesh around the bat's thigh bone became charred black due to the burning of the white flames.

[System Prompt: You have dealt 2687 damage]

[System Prompt: You have dealt 5205 damage]

Two system prompts appeared, one for damage dealt in the Polar Realm, and the other for damage caused by the smash of the tree's mallet.

"As long as I can withstand this fight, we can win."

Ling Fan saw these two lines of system prompts, and he already had a fixed number in his heart.

At the same time as the small tree hits the sheep's head bat, the lightning spear, the blood-colored energy ball, the whirling shield...... 6 attacks also hit the sheep's head bat one after the other.