When the Dorn soldiers, who had no regard for their own lives, were no longer burdened by the order and really began to kill them, Zheng Ming finally felt the unparalleled pressure.

In just a few tens of minutes, Zheng Ming felt a sense of exhaustion far greater than the sum of the previous days when he broke through the guerrillas.

He glanced at his knife-wielding right hand, and the arm that had reaped countless lives trembled uncontrollably slightly.

The spasm at the tiger's mouth in his right hand is secondary, and the big deal is that he will not use his right hand for a short time but will attack with his left hand.

However, what is even worse is that due to the long-term tension, the mental exhaustion is perfectly reflected in the eyes.

At this time, he only felt that his eyes were dry, and the short blinking action was a drop in the bucket, and it did not moisten his eyes at all.

Just as he couldn't help blinking frequently, the peripheral vision of his left eye caught a ball of energy the size of a thumb flying towards him.

He didn't care to wipe his right eye, which had become a little blurry, and he hurriedly pounced to the right. When he regained his clear vision and looked behind him by rolling up, he found that the energy ball was flying unusually slowly, and it was only at this time that it floated a few meters away from him.

Just as he was contemplating whether to let the attack go unpunished, or to shoot it down on the safe side, the ball of energy swelled dramatically. With a deafening roar, there was a sudden burst of bright light and a wave of heat.

"Boom."

For a moment, a blazing white light filled Zheng Ming's vision, followed by a strong shock and heat wave.

A feeling of weightlessness came, and then Zheng Ming's back felt a sharp pain.

He did his best to release the black flame, and despite the pain that came from all over his body, as if he had fallen apart, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

As the swaying black circle in the center of his vision faded away, he finally regained his vision. Ignoring the black armor that was already covered with cracks on his body, Zheng Ming hurriedly bowed down and looked around.

Sure enough, the next attack followed, and a short blade connected by chains slammed into his face.

Zheng Ming's body leaned back slightly to the left, and he almost opened up the oncoming attack. Then a knife slashed at the chains.

However, what he didn't expect was that the chain was extremely tough to withstand Zheng Ming's slash, and the short blade that flew away also used his attack as a fulcrum, circled around and came straight to his neck.

At this time, it was too late to squat down and dodge, Zheng Ming had no choice but to jump backwards with all his strength to avoid the short blade, but he was also surrounded by chains around his neck.

Zheng Ming's right forearm was blocked in front of his neck to avoid being strangled by the chain, and he finally had time to look at the other end of the chain. There, a lean Dornite general was tugging at the chains.

However, it is a pity that this Dorn man is obviously skilled, and his physical strength is inferior to Zheng Ming more than a notch. Even if the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his face was red and his ears were red and screaming, it was difficult to shake Zheng Ming in the slightest.

Zheng Ming quickly glanced around, and soon found a Dornite dressed as a sacrifice, holding a staff in both hands and chanting words in his mouth. And the black wood staff was preceded by a ball of energy that was constantly expanding and compressing repeatedly, and then expanding again after compression.

Zheng Ming, who realized that he couldn't be so restrained in place, withdrew the Blood Goose Knife in his hand, grabbed the chain and pulled it back.

The lean Dorn's heart-rending roar was heard, but his shouts didn't hold him back from being pulled forward.

"Come over to me."

With a violent roar, the lean Dorn rose into the air under Zheng Ming's huge force and quickly crashed into Zheng Ming's direction.

And he was greeted by Zheng Ming's fist that had been waiting for a long time. In his frightened gaze, the powerful left fist was imprinted on his cheek, and his cheek was rapidly deformed under the terrifying force, and then shattered like a watermelon that had been struck.

A large amount of red and white liquid wrapped in scattered broken bones, and quickly flew in the direction of Zheng Ming. But all of them were blocked by the black energy armor on his body, and in less than a moment, they were burned into ashes by the black flames.

"Is it too heavy?"

Zheng Ming touched his upper body and the right side of his face in pain, and the pain caused to him by these broken bones through the black armor was even more intense than the arrows that those Dornites shot from time to time.

At this time, the Dorne Sacrifice, which had been under Zheng Ming's attention for a long time and was hidden behind the soldiers, finally completed the attack and slowly floated out inconspicuously from among the soldiers.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Without thinking too much about it, a black needle covered with a pitch-black flame layer broke through the air and hit the energy ball directly.

As Zheng Ming expected, the ball of energy, which was extremely unstable in itself, suddenly expanded sharply after being invaded by the equally unstable black flame, and exploded in the blink of an eye.

The dazzling light, the blazing heat, and the black sparks hidden within suddenly emptied a large area of Dornite soldiers.

Looking at those unfortunate soldiers who did not die immediately, but stuck to the black flame, and kept screaming and rolling, trying to extinguish the black flame, Zheng Ming frowned slightly.

He looked at Drogo Ryan, who was standing in the middle of the army with his arms crossed with a calm face, watching from afar.

"They're hopeless. Their energy can't resist my black flames at all. If I were you, I would command your men to end their lives. This will at least make them walk a little more happily. ”

Instead of listening to Zheng Ming's advice, Ryan mocked Zheng Ming with a look of disappointment.

"I didn't expect you to be such a weak person who cares about the enemy. You're still worried about yourself! ”

Then he shouted to his subordinates, "Did you hear it? If you stick to that black flame, you're going to be helpless. When the time comes, don't think about extinguishing the flames, you should think about how to avenge yourself, how to bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy. ”

On the other hand, seeing Drogo Ryan's reaction, Zheng Ming almost burst out laughing.

"Is it considered a virgin? Oh, I'm just making rational suggestions, and I hate meaningless struggles. It's okay, let you experience it for yourself. When you are killed, you will know what it means to be weak. ”

Thinking of this, Zheng Ming's eyes were certain, he had never really used the Black Flame Burning and Corrosive Ability in order to devour the corpse and continue to recover his energy, and he finally made up his mind.

"Speaking of which, these piles of corpses are enough to be an eyesore, so let's start with you."

Zheng Ming muttered in a low voice, closed his eyes and opened his hands. With his action as if he had given up, flames like black lotuses burst into flames.

And he closed his eyes and felt the growing demon flame, and he always felt that he should say something at this time to brush up on the fashionable value.

So, Zheng Ming, who had a serious face, shouted out the second line of middle school that he was ashamed of every time he recalled it afterwards.

"O black lotus that has been reborn from despair and bloomed from fear. Burn it! Demon Flame. ”

After more than a decade since the battle in Goblin Village, the pitch-black black lotus once again bloomed from the corpse, revealing a deadly enchantment.