The speed of the second general is amazing, and in the blink of an eye, he is approaching the entrance of the cave.

But I just saw Yevre's disappearing little tail, a slender tail like a long-tailed ape, and it was naughtily cocked.

The only thing that's a bit of a pity is that the entrance to the cave isn't tall or wide, and the Yevre is just a little bigger for a little over three feet.

As for the second general, the shortest one is eight feet.

There was no choice but to watch the back of the little cowardly rabbit running away.

The little short legs still have such explosive power, and it's really a slippery little thing.

The second general raised the sharp horizontal knife. I saw the light of the knife flashing, and the stones that were not very hard were split, and the hole was expanding rapidly.

But time had been delayed after all, and Yevre's little thing had completely disappeared from the sight of the demon warriors.

The captain of the bad devil, who saw this scene from afar, was helpless against the two incompetent subordinates.

At the same time, I also became a little interested in the little cub who slipped away.

Although it is not clear whether the little cub knows the clue of whether it is or not, the fact that he is familiar with the terrain of this cave is confirmed.

If the little cub really touches the dead mouse, it will be a big loss.

Of course, the premise is that the words of the Guluo patriarch are true and credible.

The captain of the bad demon beckoned the remaining three warriors, as well as the Guluo patriarch in the hands of the short bad demon, and strode towards the entrance of the cave.

Just then, the entrance had been split open, enough for the ten-foot-tall Bad Demon Captain to enter.

Hum Ha and the two generals walked in the front one by one, followed by the captain of the bad devil, and then the short bad demon and the mutilated Guluo patriarch.

The cave passage went from barely passable at the beginning, to being able to accommodate several inferior demons side by side at the same time.

But at the same time, forks in the road began to appear, more and more.

Sometimes, there are only two channels to choose from.

Sometimes, however, there are as many as several that can be passed.

And some are dead ends, and some are cave after cave.

It's dizzy, and I can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

After all, the Captain of the Bad Demon is not an ordinary mortal-level powerhouse, even if he is injured and temporarily becomes a one-armed hero, it will not affect the use of other means.

Moreover, the first purpose of coming in was not to catch the cub, but to find the treasure in the mouth of the Guluo patriarch.

The Guluo patriarch is in hand, and it is the key.

"Tell me about it, Mr. Patriarch, this is your last chance. Don't kill yourself, Lao Tzu's patience is limited. ”

Although he said threatening words, the expression of the Bad Demon Captain was not in a hurry at all, and it seemed that he had already won the battle.

"Forward, the first channel on the right, then the third channel on the left. Go through this hole and go down. Don't go to the right, that's a dead end..."

The bad demons were under the guidance of the Guluo patriarch, and they didn't know whether it was true or not.

Along the way, there was almost no vegetation and no water source.

Only occasionally there will be a rustling sound, floating by.

According to the Guluo patriarch, it was a small insect underground.

A single insect is generally dangerous, but once you encounter a large number of bugs, you should quickly avoid them. That's not something that everyone can easily provoke.

The farther the road went, the more caves I passed through.

But it still seems that the destination in the mouth of the Guluo patriarch is still far away.

Along the way, there are poisonous scorpions that are two feet long, dark lizards that are nearly ten feet long, giant snails that glow, and mutant antbeasts that look like ants but are more than a foot long...

The wide variety of bugs is an eye-opener, but it also brings big and small troubles.

Of course, it can only be called trouble, and it is far from endangering the lives of all the bad demons.

For the inferior demons whose strength is at least in the middle of the mortal realm, these bugs are just trouble.

But for Yevre, who is only one year old and has barely stepped into the threshold of the mortal rank, it is enough to call it a life and death crisis.

When Yevre opened the entrance to the cave by the second general, he ran wildly according to the hidden safety route in his memory.

The journey took a quick ride, passing through at least twenty different passages and fifty caves of all sizes.

Even with the physical strength of a little coward, he was tired and sweating profusely.

As they approached the small hidden and safe cave on weekdays, a centipede monster measuring seven feet long was in the middle of the passage.

A large, metallic mouth with dense fangs and a large jaw in front of the mouth that is extremely strong.

Dense long legs of branchiculars, full of sharp barbs.

And the forked tongue like a snake's tongue, filled with a strange color, undoubtedly some unknown poison.

The crawltipede monster heard the sound of Yevre's hurried footsteps, and quietly rolled its compound eyes at three hundred and sixty degrees.

But the tongue that kept swallowing showed the anxiety in the hungry stomach.

The wait was painful, but fortunately Yevre didn't make it wait a little longer, and the two met unexpectedly.

The crisis of life and death struck suddenly.

As he ran, Jevre braked suddenly, stopping his feet, which were quick and disobedient.

Looking at the sheer size of the centipede monster in front of him, and the temptation to try it, Yevre's heart was terrified and nervous.

The reddened little head spun rapidly from side to side, but there was no place to hide.

It's a lone street.

When you meet on a narrow road, it's definitely no fun to run, and where do you run with two little short legs and have the reputation of a thousand centipede monsters.

Since there is no escape, let's fight to the death!

There are thousand-legged centipede monsters in front of you, and there are heavily armed inferior demon warriors in the back, and it's really not okay if you don't work hard.

Yevre pulled out a sharp dagger that was only about a foot long from his flank.

This dagger is still a long strip of primordial metal picked from the foot of Mount Holtz, and it is ground out little by little, and it is still strong and sharp.

In the process of hunting the small bugs in Jevre, it played an indelible function.

He even used this dagger to assassinate a seriously injured and dying gamerman.

It's a pity that the ones who haven't come have opened the meat in a hurry and had a full meal, but they were divided up by many of their fellow clans, and there were not even some bones left!

Yevre bowed down, kicked back with his right leg, held the dagger horizontally in his right hand, and the four sharp fingernails of his left hand were ready, and he was impatient to drink blood.

The crawltipede monster hadn't rushed over yet, and Yevre was already attacking at full speed.

The centipede monster was stunned for a while, this little prey is so ferocious, and it still wants to fight back?

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

Yevre approached the Crawltipede's side at high speed, and before he could wake up from his bewildered state, he made a beautiful leap.

The little short legs lived up to expectations, and their excellent explosiveness and bounce power successfully sent the body to the back of the centipede monster.

Although the small chest was torn several times by the barbs on the centipede monster's feet, the light blue blood instantly soared.

But after all, it did not hurt the vital parts, so it would not weaken the combat effectiveness.

The dagger is fighting, an inch is short, an inch is dangerous.

Daggers are in the frenzy.

In the powerful and rapid twitching of his right hand, he pierced the tough shell of the centipede monster, peeled off a layer of fascia, and cut dozens of times on the white centipede flesh.

The pale yellow bodily fluids flowed non-stop, and the crawltipede monster was almost going berserk.

Desperately twisting his long knobular body, Yevre was jolting like a boat in a raging storm, ready to be overturned at any moment.

Jevre's left fingernail thrust into the peeled centipede.

It was three inches in and thrashed.

It's like a cowardly juicer, which crushes the white centipede flesh, and at the same time cuts off the centipede monster's nervous system in large quantities.

With a thud, Jevre was thrown out by the desperately struggling Crawltipede monster.

Thirty feet away, Yevre's body made close contact with the wall before sliding down like a puddle of mud.

The left arm, which already had a tendency to crack bones, was completely broken and drooping in the frantic agitation.

Coupled with the scars that were given by the game maniac before, a body full of white minced flesh foam, and a head full of yellow body fluids.

Yevre is so embarrassed!