The hill of corpses is composed of flowing internal organs, hideous insect heads, swarthy hard carapaces, and various stumps and severed arms.

The hill has a distinctly regular patterned shape, low in the middle and high on all sides, like a blooming flower.

The captain of the evil demon with a solemn expression slowly walked to the center of the hill.

The mouth muttered an unknown language, low and mysterious, as if it had attracted some kind of strange power.

A gust of wind blew inexplicably, but it didn't move anything.

A strange darkness beyond the scope of the dark vision gradually enveloped the Bad Demon Captain.

The Bad Demon Captain lifted his unscathed horizontal knife and slashed heavily on his scarred chest.

The wound visible to the bone immediately appeared, and a stream of blue blood flew out, rushing three feet high.

Under the action of a strange force, the blood gradually moistened the circular corpse hill, and then formed a strange flower-like pattern.

The darkness slowly expanded, under the influence of the blood pattern, and finally completely enveloped the hill.

There was an eerie sound of digesting food, as if something was devouring the corpses.

A moment later, the eerie darkness as thick as ink tumbled and shrank sharply into the middle, shrinking into a drop of black liquid less than the size of a finger.

The surface of the liquid is covered with strange symbols, and the symbols are actually constantly circulating, which looks mysterious and weird.

As for the flower-like hill formed by the mutant ant beasts, and the large blood stains that the Bad Demon Captain actively shed, they all disappeared without a trace.

The black liquid floated in the air, dripping and spinning.

The Bad Demon Captain continued to chant the unknown words, and his hands began to swing sharply.

Sometimes together, sometimes thanks, as if talking to some invisible creature.

Suddenly, the ugly face of the Bad Demon Captain stopped talking to himself.

Looking at the Gu Luo patriarch who was discarded aside, he gritted his teeth and made a seemingly difficult decision.

Lifting the Patriarch Guluo who was in a coma on the side, he respectfully placed it in front of the strange black liquid.

The black liquid surrounded the Guluo patriarch, and it rotated at a high speed, making people dazzled.

Then he threw himself at the unconscious body, as if to enjoy an after-dinner dessert.

"You damn scumbag! What the hell is this, get out of my body. I'm going to die of cowardice!"

The Guluo patriarch, who had been in a coma, actually screamed.

The Captain of the Bad Demon with a strange face looked at the Patriarch of Guluo who suddenly woke up with malicious intentions, and roared viciously.

"I know that the fall of Lao Tzu's treasure is not as simple as imagined. It must be you!

You are so naïve to think that you can live by pretending to be unconscious. I almost really deceived you!

Being attacked by so many mutant antbeasts, you can still close your sense of pain and pretend to be dead.

The acting skills are really superb! Unfortunately, your life is not good. If you want to complain, just complain about the little cub who stole Lao Tzu's treasure. ”

The weakened Guluo patriarch let out a scream like a pig, and screamed in pain.

"Damn Jevre, damn the devil, I curse you, there is no place to die. I'm waiting for you in the world of death, I..."

The words stopped abruptly, and the Guluo patriarch finally didn't have to act, and really returned to the embrace of death.

The body of the Guluo patriarch, in a burst of high-speed rotation of black liquid, disappeared like the corpse of a vanished mutant antbeast.

Two thin threads pop out of the black liquid and sway from side to side.

One of them was linked to the Bad Demon Captain's body, and the other flew straight to a certain place like an indicator arrow.

The thin line pierced through the sand and gravel, through the crumbling cavern passage, like a light without substance, and spread all the way, pointing straight to Yevre in the hidden cavern.

Comfortably picking up the windfall of his struggle, and humming an inexplicable tune happily, Yevre had forgotten the danger.

What kind of bad demon captain, just eat the dirt slowly outside the passage.

By the time he had enlarged the cavern enough to pass freely, he had already fled and disappeared without a trace.

As for the Guluo tribe, if it disappears, it will disappear.

It just so happens that his strength has been improved, and he has also found a way to improve, why should he still nest in this remote area where even grass is difficult.

A wonderful world awaits you!

As long as you avoid Halls City, you don't believe that the inferior demons in the upper realm of the mortal realm can find you.

With the improvement of strength, Yevre, who always has an unexpected gain, has skyrocketed in confidence to the point that he does not know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is.

Suddenly, a strange black light pierced through the void and then stayed at Yevre's heart.

Where does this light come from?

Feeling inexplicable, Yevre, looked around trying to find the source of the light.

This is a hidden and dark cave, and the light of the sun is blocked out, and there is no possibility of reaching it.

As for the human factor, I didn't notice any movement in a few passages!

The light penetrated through the sandstone walls, and the sand and gravel were treated as nothing.

Jevre tried to dodge the light, dodging left and right, standing up and crouching. There were even a few fish jumps on the ground and a few donkeys rolling.

However, all that is done is in vain. The black light still locks onto the heart without a single error.

Yevre, who was still tossing with the strange light, suddenly heard a dull sound, it was the sound of digging and digging stones.

Oops, it can't be the Bad Demon Captain digging the passage again.

How did he find his bearings?

After all, that small passage is crooked, not a straight route.

Could it be this weird black light?

What to do? Yevre, who had not been able to find a way to avoid the strange light, began to burn.

If you can't shake off the lock of light, it's useless to hide in some more secluded cave or with the help of complex labyrinth passages.

If you confront it head-on, Yevre, whose strength has been raised to the initial realm of the mortal rank, is the opponent of the inferior demon captain who is tall and tall and has a high rank of the upper realm. It is estimated that it will be abused into a dish.

Yevre, whose head had begun to turn red from the sharp thought, was as anxious as an ant.

One by one, the methods flashed through my head, and then one after another they were denied and deleted.

The sound of digging is getting clearer and clearer, and the distance between the Bad Demon Captain is gradually narrowing.

Once there, Yevre, who had stolen the treasure he had worked so hard to obtain, would die with no place to bury.

Suddenly, Yevre, who was afraid that he would end up like a mutant ant beast, had a flash of inspiration.

That's right, the mutant antbeast may be his last hope.

Even if it may be just a lifetime, at least it's an opportunity.

There are so many antbeasts that they have died and they have all been piled up into a small mountain, so I don't believe that the leader of the mutant antbeast will not retaliate.

Moreover, the number of ant beasts is very large, and this kind of damage is far from having the strength to continue the battle.

But there was one question that also bothered the anxious Jevre.

How can we find the antbeasts that have retreated, and how can we draw the attention of the antbeast swarm to the pursuing Bad Demon Captain as much as possible.

As the digging movement became more and more obvious, there was less and less time for Yevre to think.

Yevre, who didn't think of a specific implementation plan, had to find a way while escaping.

And, in this world, there are too many cases where plans can't keep up with change.

Firmly clinging to the culprit who kept the Captain of the Bad Demon in hot pursuit, Yevre chose a passage away from the sound of digging and began to crawl all the way.

The small cave passage became so rugged at this moment.

There were always unnoticed bumps or depressions that stood in the way of Jevre's escape.

The more anxious you are, the more likely you are to have accidents.

Yevre found that the passage, which had crawled nearly two hundred feet, had somehow turned into a dead end.

Could it be that there is a mistake in memory?

At this critical juncture of escaping for his life, such a fatal mistake will kill the little coward.

There is no room for more options for Yevre, and going back and choosing a new exit route is the only way at the moment.

Do you want to stay here quietly, waiting to be brutally abused like a rabbit by the Captain of the Bad Devil?