Jevre swung his dagger sharply, like a bolt of lightning, bringing up a burst of afterimages.

The short-range antbeast that only came from the top of its head was quickly pierced through its head and fell heavily.

The number of corpses is increasing, and it continues to add to the accumulation of the hills.

At the same time, Yevre leaned back against the corpse, which was no longer twitching, and consciously tried to steer the direction of the attack of the hateful antbeasts.

Try to minimize the parts of yourself that are attacked, and you can concentrate on responding to the crazy attacks from the same direction.

Gradually Yevre, who had been buried by the corpse, Huo Ran lowered his body.

Quickly piled the corpses of several mutant antbeasts beside him on top of his head, and used the various forms of body parts of the antbeasts to barely form a bunker.

With a sharp dagger in his hand, he took on the job of saving Yevre.

The dagger was swung sharply by his tired right hand, digging up pieces of gravel.

Yevre is in a race against time, against death.

A small cavern formed in an instant, and Jevre climbed into it with difficulty, digging out the sand and gravel.

The sand and gravel are accumulating, gradually burying the entrance of the cave, and it is firmly blocking the antbeasts that have been temporarily blocked out.

Fortunately, Yevre, who has a lot of experience in digging, did not forget to reserve a small hole the size of a finger so as not to suffocate himself.

In a short period of time, the cave was eight feet deep, and the part that was blocked by the sand and gravel was almost three feet thick. Even the screams of the mutant antbeasts began to become vague.

But in the eyes of the extremely cautious Yevre, just three feet is far from bringing a sense of security to himself.

Yevre had been frightened by his previous experience.

After all, hundreds of feet of hidden passages didn't make me feel safe.

The cave continued to stretch inside, and the entrance was buried and stomped down.

Slowly, the cave was already twenty feet deep.

Yevre's space was no more than five feet, and the rest was blocked by solid gravel, except for a small hole for reserved ventilation that had been poked out with his fingers.

Jevre stopped going deeper.

Shaking off his right arm, which was already numb and almost unconscious, he exhaled a long breath of exhaust gas mixed with sand and gravel from his mouth, and his little heart, which was beating sharply, slowly became calm.

It's finally safe, at least for the time being, and it's safe to stay away from the death crisis.

The antbeast shouldn't have been so quick to spot itself deep underground, and he didn't hear the slightest sound of the antbeast digging into the ground anyway.

Let's take a break, I'm too tired to be so engrossed in dealing with attacks from all directions just now.

Yevre, who was instantly crushed by exhaustion, always felt that something was wrong with his whole body.

The small muscles exposed by the splash of corrosive liquid, each tendon can be clearly seen, and the light blue blood that is still flowing is extremely terrifying.

Severe pain in the back and side, wounds from large pincers, and scars from attacks with large jaws.

As for the arms and thighs, they have long been covered by the hero's medal of valor, and they are really scarred!

Burning, corrosive pain, tearing pain from a deep bone injury, and dull pain from impact.

There are also bursts of soreness after desperate fighting, and the attacks keep coming.

Let Yevre once again experience the wonderful taste of life is worse than death, and involuntarily wail softly.

If you can have a lot of food in your stomach at this moment, then you don't have to endure the pain.

Why didn't you bring in a few antbeast corpses just now, they were all food!

Retaliating with remorse, he hammered his sluggish little head, and put it in his hands weakly.

Yevre waited in a low wail with remorse.

Time will wipe out everything.

Whether it is the frantic attack of the mutant antbeast or the pursuit of the inferior demon captain, it will eventually slowly subside with the passage of time.

At least Yevre, who was hiding in the depths of the cave he had dug himself, thought so.

Unfortunately, the reality is often unsatisfactory.

Yevre, who had not rested for too long, barely regained his strength, and his blood boiled inexplicably.

It seems that something is constantly summoning, and the ghost is actually going to go out to see the movement.

There was still a little bit of sanity, which drove Jevre to dig in the direction of the walls of the passage on either side.

Thankfully, Jevre's current location was only about eighty feet from the passage wall.

With the easy digging of the sharp dagger, it soon reached the wall of memory, and then began to move softly upward.

The whole excavation process was so careful that he was afraid of making a loud noise and provoking the mutant antbeasts that should not have left yet.

Estimating the size of the excavation, it was about to be above the ground, and began to quietly dig outward.

At the position where you can clearly feel the external movement, it stops quietly.

The man who dug with his right hand dug a gap less than an inch wide and no more than two feet long with great care.

Jevre, who was about to lose his mind, his eyes glowing red in the green, carefully examined the outside movement through the gaps.

Maybe there really is such a thing as fate.

The gap was directly facing the Bad Demon Captain, but it was only a hundred feet away.

The battle scene of the Bad Demon Captain is truly unobstructed.

The Bad Demon Captain is still fighting desperately, but he is obviously embarrassed.

The leather armor that had been damaged before, the upper half of the body was almost completely lost, and dozens of deep scars with visible bones emerged from the back and chest.

The fine scales that cover the whole body are at least half off, like a large fish that has been scaled.

Even the mighty face was corroded with pits.

The captain of the Bad Demons, who had already paid a heavy price in pursuit of Yevre, was obviously a little powerless under the crazy siege of the mutant ant beasts.

Looking at the miserable Captain Bad Devil, the gloating Yevre felt a burst of joy in his heart.

It would be perfect if the Captain of the Bad Demon died at the hands of the antbeasts because of this, and then the antbeast colony quietly retreated.

The whimsical Yevre always comforts himself with fantasies.

Suddenly, a loud roar came again.

The Captain of the Bad Devil, who seems to have reached the end of his rope, once again uses his natural ability.

The ant-beast colony, which had not learned its lesson, fainted and dizzy one after another within thirty feet of the sonic attack, and began to sway as if drunk.

Could it be that the Bad Demon Captain can repeat his old tricks and smoothly use his natural abilities to solve the current crisis?

Several antbeasts, which had not seen movement before, surrounded them with roars, completely crushing the Captain of the Bad Devil's attempt.

Antbeasts the size of fists, extremely flexible, rushed up in swarms.

Although the attack power doesn't seem to be very strong, the fact that ants bite and kill bad demons is really not a joke.

The giant antbeast with a metallic luster, like a tank, crushed all the way with great momentum.

As for the outermost part, there is a group of antbeasts with the ability to fly, waiting quietly.

It seems that as long as the leader who can't see the face clearly gives an order, he will not hesitate to join the chasing army.

Taking advantage of the natural ability to activate, trying to use the range of sonic shock to stun, the close ant beast can no longer attack, the inferior demon captain who took the opportunity to escape or relieve the pressure saw this scene, and was completely desperate.

After the previous battle, as well as some kind of exchange with the strange formless creatures, the Captain of the Bad Demons, whose strength has almost dropped to the middle realm of the mortal level, is really a little powerless.

If it weren't for its fairly rich combat experience, I'm afraid that there would have been no bones left, and it would have obediently become the belly of the antbeast.

In the battle along the way, the number of ant beasts that died in the hands of the Bad Demon Captain had already exceeded a thousand.

Even without the attraction of the strange sound made by the impact of the egg-shaped object, the mutant antbeast probably would not give up the siege of the inferior demon captain.

After all, it is not easy for the antbeast to grow into a large population in such a cave environment.

The attack of small antbeasts is so flexible and changeable.

Easily evade the defense of the one-armed demon captain who is left, and bite off a small piece of meat on his body.

Like a group attack by piranhas, it is simply impossible to prevent it.

As for the violent crushing of the tank ant-beast, it is simply a model of strength.

In the sharp confrontation with the huge horizontal knife, he did not fall behind at all. The huge strength is almost on par with the weak Captain of the Bad Devil.

As for the strong defense possessed by the thick carapace, the horizontal knife that made the cold light flicker was futile.