With one lucky winner, will the remaining lucky ones be far away?

As it turns out, it is indeed not far off.

One after another, mutant antbeasts climbed over the circular hills formed by the accumulation of their kind, and fiercely attacked the seven people.

Although the Guluo patriarch who has no hand and a broken leg can't attack, he can still cheer up mentally in theory!

But in fact, it was a different story.

He collapsed in the middle of the bucket formation, already fainting in despair, quietly waiting for the antbeast to devour him.

The Bad Demon Captain is still leading the five exhausted and panting team members, trying to fight back.

Although the small wounds are increasing and the blood is flowing slowly, the strength above the middle realm of the mortal rank is not comparable to the mutant ant beast after all.

It's just a skin injury, not to the point of breaking the muscles and bones at all. There is still hope for a breakthrough.

Captain Bad Demon touched the egg-shaped object that had been placed in the leather goods, and his heart was full of anticipation.

There was also a heavy bright silver case waiting for him.

The treasure that had been searched for no result was still waiting for him within a radius of five hundred miles.

I can't give up, and the future is still long. Once the treasure hunt is successful, the happy life of great strength must still beckon to him.

Looking around, look at the Guluo patriarch who fell to the ground, and the five subordinates who were scarred, all seemed to be waste-like burdens.

If you break through alone, the chances of survival seem to be greater.

After all, his strength in the mortal realm is not in vain.

No matter the speed of the outbreak, the sharp attack, and the leather armor that is better than the team members, it is the capital to break through.

With all this, do you really want to accompany them to be buried here?

Impossible things. The world is big, and your own life is the biggest.

After thinking about this, the demon captain made up his mind and no longer paid attention to the second general and the remaining three warriors.

Quietly squatted down, put the Guluo patriarch on his back, and then quickly stood up.

Captain Bad's chest was heaving violently, rising high, and then sinking deeply.

After repeating this several times, in the terrified expression of the second general, a thunderous explosion sounded in the cave.

The caverns are shaking, the passages are shaking.

The Inferior Demon Warriors and the Mutant Ant Beasts within a radius of thirty feet were all in a state of staggering fainting in the midst of this loud noise.

This is one of the killer features of the Bad Demon Captain at the bottom of the box, the natural ability - concussion soundwave.

A weak person who is within the range of a concussive sonic attack will continue to be dizzy, weak, or even faint for a long time.

And when this ability is used in the cave, the power is increased exponentially. Echo Bounce can even deal secondary damage.

The five warriors and the numerous mutant antbeasts were in a state of dizziness and weakness, and they could not interfere with any of the actions of the Inferior Demon Captain at all.

Perhaps, a bloody massacre will be staged again in the antbeast.

It's a pity that the heart of the bad devil is so complex and unpredictable.

After a quick breath, the Inferior Demon Captain, who had just finished using his natural ability, fixed the Guluo Patriarch on his back.

Then carefully touched the leather goods, and began to quickly evacuate.

As for the life or death of your subordinates, let it be fate!

As for the poor Guro chief, as the only guide in case he couldn't find Yevre's little cub, he was much more useful than a group of slightly less powerful men.

Forcefully knocked away the dense mutant beast in a state of fainting, and the sharp horizontal knife began to dance like a thorn.

All obstacles blocking the way were cut off by the sword light, whether it was a mountain of corpses or a tide of mutant ant beasts.

The horizontal knife is dancing, like a stunning beauty's alluring dance, so that every intoxicated judge quietly loses his life.

The horizontal knife was singing, the high-speed movement that almost cleaved everything, and there were bursts of whimpering.

Like a deadly reaper, taking away the breath of life from pile after pile of mutant antbeasts.

In the blink of an eye, the Inferior Demon Captain, who rushed out of a distance of nearly thirty feet, had already left the area affected by his innate ability.

The previous easy killings came to an abrupt end. The unaffected antbeast was still red-eyed and desperately attacking.

I really don't know if the mutant antbeast is not afraid of death, or if it is completely self-conscious, or if there is a leader of the antbeast behind it who is manipulating all this, I hope it is not the latter case.

An organized attack is a real death trap, and it is a whimsical and daydream to break out without paying a terrible price.

Occasionally, there are always lucky jaws and pliers that break through the defense line of the knife light. Or in places where the knife can't be taken care of, a little bit of skin and flesh is sandwiched lightly or heavily, and small wounds are torn apart.

The dense small injuries are gradually consuming the physical strength and spirit of the inferior demon captain who is trying to break through, just like the inferior demon warriors who were slightly inferior before.

It's a battle between quality and quantity, a struggle to live or be reduced to a feast.

Suddenly, the captain of the bad demon who had fallen into the sea of mutant ant beasts heard a clear hiss.

This inexplicable scream pierced through the space and went straight to the side of the Bad Demon Captain from a distance.

The besieged mutant antbeast suddenly began to evacuate under the command of hissing.

As when it came, the tide ebbed and flowed, dissipating rapidly like a distant wave.

The Bad Demon Captain, who was no longer energetic, couldn't help but exhale heavily as he watched the mutant antbeasts begin to evacuate.

Gently waved a few times of his arm, which was beginning to swell, to breathe the breath that had already been disordered.

I didn't care about the many wounds that were oozing blue blood, but I just looked serious and guarded.

It's hard to say whether the sudden change is good or bad. Who knows what kind of intrigue is behind that voice.

As for the scarred Guluo patriarch, he had already fallen into a deep fainting.

The damage of his innate abilities combined with the occasional attacks of the Mad Antbeast made matters worse.

Coma is also a kind of happiness! the happiness of being unconscious.

In the face of hardship, it is not a wise choice to escape.

Of course, Yevre's little cub who did not appear in the insect tide was equally lucky and happy.

The mutant antbeasts with their sturdy jaws, sharp pincers, and swarthy carapace are all gone. But the passages did not fall silent, and the sound of slow but heavy footsteps was heard slowly.

The Bad Demon Captain glanced back at the Guluo Patriarch who was still on his back, as steady as Mount Tai.

A mouthful of saliva spit on the palm of the scaly hand, rubbed it a few times, and then tightly grasped the handle of the horizontal knife.

No matter what happens in the future, this rare metal horizontal knife that has been with you for a long time is the only partner you can trust and rely on.

As for the subordinates, what the Guluo patriarch, the ghosts all know what is going on.

Even if the Guluo patriarch is in danger of death, isn't there still a little cub named Yevre who can be used as the last hope!

I saw mutant ant beasts that I hadn't seen before, and re-encircled the bad demon captain who didn't take the opportunity to get out of the encirclement.

There are no large jaws, only elongated mouthparts, nearly six inches long, like mutated mosquito mouthparts. Huge belly, bulging.

With the pace of marching, the abdomen shook, and the sound of swaying liquid was clearly audible.

Twenty feet away from the Bad Demon Captain, the newly arrived eccentrics came to a halt.

The Bad Demon Captain, who has a lot of combat experience, saw this situation, turned to the direction of the previous cave, and quickly retreated.

It's just that the reaction of the strange antbeast is really unguardable.

There were no signs of a melee attack, no demonstrative movements.

Streams of pungent liquid poured out of the mouthparts nearly six inches long and headed straight for the Captain of the Bad Demons.

It's not a spray like a regional coverage, but a precise stream of liquid, closely following the figure of the bad demon captain who dodges left and right.

The Bad Demon Captain has made full use of his vast combat experience, and has done his best to avoid the corrosive liquid that seems to be equipped with a guidance system.

It's just that there are times when the horse still stumbles. The Captain of the Bad Demon is only the strength of the upper mortal realm.

It's not omniscient, it's not invincible, there's always a moment when you can't dodge.

Only a sound was heard, which was the sound of corrosive liquid breaking through the scales of the Bad Demon Captain's body.

As for the monster python leather armor, which has excellent protection against physical attacks, it seems to lack sufficient corrosion resistance.

Under the attack of the corrosive liquid of the strange antbeast, it began to corrupt and quickly became old.