Seeing the results of his strange python-like tongue, Lias was not complacent, but took the opportunity to continue to explode with all his might.

The wrists and feet quickly approached, trying to entangle and restrain the Jevre with his feet sunken. Very lucky, Yevre, who has little combat experience, can't seem to react in the face of giant monsters. Fifty feet of wrists and feet wrapped around his arms and legs that were sunk into the ground.

Yevre, who was tied up with five flowers, struggled hard, trying to break through the shackles of this bowl of thick wrists and feet.

It's just unfortunate that Yevre, who burst out with all his strength, found that he couldn't get rid of the shackles of his wrists and feet at all. There were not only barbs on the wrists and feet, but also full of slippery mucus, and as soon as the force was used on it, it slid away inexplicably.

The wrists and feet were wrapped around hard, getting tighter and tighter, as if they were going to strangle Yevre to death.

Yevre's face was bloodshot, his eyes were wide open, his fanged blood basin was gulping, and his bulging neck was so hideous. The strong muscles are contracting violently, like a full bowstring, to squeeze out every bit of energy in the body.

It's just that pure brute force without skill can pose any threat to Lias, who is comparable in strength.

The tangled wrists and feet were still straining, and the barbs were deeply embedded in its body. The tongue of the strange python is also like a giant rod, and from time to time it launches heavy blows from top to bottom. Like a piledriver, Yevre's eyes gradually bloomed, and at the same time, most of his body sank deep into the ground of pistachio powder.

The crisis came at a moment when Jevre was dizzy.

Lias's massive head swayed, and the bone crown of sharp, forked antlers was aimed at the upper half of Jevre's body, which remained on the ground. Like a falling star, the bony crown was accompanied by a massive skull, slamming into Jevre's upper body. The snow-white semi-solid material gradually flowed, the fragmented internal organs were flying, and the severed arms that were still hanging on the wrists and feet were so shocking.

As the lord of the small space, Yevre died, completely fulfilling Lias, who still looked serious?

The space is still there, and it hasn't been shattered. The traces of death remaining on the ground are disappearing rapidly, and even the lower half of the body that fell into the ground has disappeared without a trace.

Lias, with a heavy expression, looked around, his huge compound eyes carefully searching for clues.

In the sky, except for the white clouds of cotton candy and flocks of birds, there is no strange existence. On the ground, a large amount of food of all kinds was still rushing towards it, and it was completely impossible to find any traces of Yevre's possible existence. As for the underground, due to the restrictions of the rules of this space, Liasna seems to be able to trace the compound eyes of the past, but can only say that there is nothing he can do.

Some of the experiences that still remain in my memory remind Leas. If the consciousness space is not completely shattered, then the owner of the space must still be alive. It may be that it is being reborn with the help of rules, or it may be hiding in an unknown place and planning some kind of conspiracy.

Lias, who didn't dare to be careless at all, knew very well that he had just bullied Yevre for his serious lack of combat experience, so he could easily be put to death. Once the other party makes a comeback, as long as the intelligence is still normal, it will definitely not be easy to repeat the mistakes of the past. If the other side really knows how to use all their strength, it will be a protracted battle. But the current situation of his real body is the most afraid of a battle that will last for a long time.

Yevre was completely gone, with no sign of rebirth or any sign of retaliation. Everything seemed to be going on so lightly, letting the slowly anxious Lias sing a one-man show.

Lias soared into the sky and continued to follow the clues.

The disadvantages of playing alone away are undoubtedly revealed at this moment. In this radius of at least dozens of miles, when the power is limited, it is simply a needle in a haystack to find the master of the space where he is hiding.

There are so many sacrifices in the memory that can't work, and so many strange methods can't be used. Lias, who could only use the power of his flesh, felt a deep helplessness.

If you exit the space, you may completely lose the opportunity to seize the bloodline. If you don't quit, you won't gain anything from singing a one-man show. Unless you can completely exterminate all creatures in this space, or force the master of space to appear, and then the two sides will fight to the death.

Suddenly, Lias's eyes widened, and he felt a surprise, but Yevre, who couldn't hold back, appeared automatically.

Jevre was in the midst of an army of food, guarded by various elite troops. A white rabbit knight carrying beef jerky, a roast chicken carrying Alpine candy cubes, a roast duck holding a strip with his wings, a roast whole lamb with two horns hanging low... To the surprise, Lias felt that his opponent was so tricky after this reappearance.

The possibility of another one-on-one head-to-head duel has been reduced to the point of being minimal.

Yevre was still regretting his carelessness, if it wasn't for his momentary paralysis, how could he let the other party rush in front of him. As the master of space, it is simply stupid not to take advantage of so many advantages.

Fortunately, after experiencing a rebirth and experiencing the despair of death, Yevre finally came to his senses. knows how to make full use of the numerical advantage, although the individual strength is a little lacking, but it can't stand the huge number of troops within more than 90 miles!

The ants have already bitten the inferior demon warriors to death, and now it seems that it will not be so difficult to bury a powerful intruder with a large army.

As for the thought of himself going into hand-to-hand combat again, it quickly annihilated after a rush of death flashed through Yevre's heart. The scene of no resistance, being beaten with flesh and blood, and brains splashing, is simply a nightmare.

The elite troops guarded Yevre in the center, silently guarding. And the motley army, a large number of motley troops, under the loud shouts of Yevre and the sharp waving of arms, launched an attack on the hateful invaders.

The ragtag armies that charged forward kicked up clouds of dust and dyed the sky green. The momentum is as majestic as the mountains are falling, the stars are falling, and the sea is being subverted.

Of course, this is just the wishful thinking of Yevre, a rookie on the battlefield. At least not in the face of this ragtag army.

Regaining the size of his index finger, Lias landed in an attempt to conserve some strength.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lias pursed his cherry lips and blinked his cute compound eyes, and one of his wrists and feet waved it disdainfully.

Lias laughed out loud at Jevre's childish tactics, and kept mocking at the same time.

"It's just a joke, these ragtag armies that had no results just now actually tried to consume the master's physical strength. You rookie commander is really whimsical! Let you really see the strength of the master, even if it is greatly restricted, he can easily kill you again. Don't think you're the only one who has the edge. ”

The voice still echoed through the space, and Lias disappeared in place. A thunderclap rang out in the space, but it was the speedy Lias, like real lightning, rushing back into the sky.

In the empty sky, there is only a bunch of ordinary air forces that are not fast enough and have low attack power, and marshmallows that only make people appetizing.

As for the ragtag army, who will play with you! If you have the ability, you will come up! Not that no one's IQ is as low as your master's.

Deeply proud of his improvisation, Lias avoided the air force and came to the edge of the elite troops, comfortably proud.

Standing high and looking far away is really not an empty word. Leas is high in the sky, and the entire battlefield is unobstructed.

The motley army, which has been disconnected from the elite troops, is wandering in place at a loss, and without the ability to fight the air, it can only be in a hurry.

As for the elites, no! Throwing guns swarmed at Lias, and there were abominable roasted camels throwing heavy fries.