"Ah......h

The terrible screams pierced the night sky, and it was terrifying to hear.

The night before dawn is always the darkest, as is the case with English practitioners.

Lei Han counted the translucent dice in the package, and the loot obtained from these kills of cultivators was already half a hundred.

Half a hundred, that's about fifty cultivators. If these people were civilians, Lei Han would already be a crazy murderer who was spurned by the world, but the situation was different for cultivators.

With a power that is stronger than that of ordinary people, cultivators gain a lot, but there are gains and losses, and what they lose is the peace of ordinary people. Once a practitioner dies, the worldly political axe will try their best to cover it up, because in their eyes, the cultivator who holds great power is a destabilizing factor in society, a person in the dark world, and the more practitioners die, the better, so they will not care.

For rulers, forces beyond their control are a scourge, a potential threat to their rule. Throughout the ages, both at home and abroad.

What's more, Lei Han's killing of these cultivators was in the compulsory mission space of the Divine Movement, and the death of these cultivators was not known to ordinary people in the secular realm at all, so it could not be said to have an impact.

There are more than fifty cultivators, which is quite a lot, and if it is placed in the country, it can barely be regarded as a medium force. You need to know that in this era of the end of the Dharma that lasted for seven or eight hundred years, there were not many people who could cultivate, and those large sects that used to occupy several mountains at every turn and had thousands of disciples had only one or two hundred cultivators.

Take the Heavenly Master Dao that Lei Han has come into contact with, there are only one hundred and twenty or thirty cultivators under his sect, and most of the cultivators in it are hovering at Zhang Qinghan's level, and there are even many who are not as good as Zhang Qinghan.

This was the case in China, which used to have a huge power of cultivators, not to mention the island nation of England. It can be said that the fifty or so cultivators killed by Lei Han have already hurt Yingli's vitality. It's a pity that Lei Han doesn't know this, if he knows that he has made the bandit country that once knocked on his country with cannons suffer, he may not be proud.

The results are abundant, but the situation is dangerous.

Although he had killed many English cultivators, Lei Han himself had also suffered a lot of losses, and his spearmen had been reduced to less than ten, and the danger of continuing to ambush and kill the enemy outside the city with such a small amount of strength alone was geometrically higher than before.

Looking up at the sky, Lei Han estimated that it would not be long before dawn, and it was more than ten times more difficult to ambush the enemy during the day than at night. Besides, he killed a lot of English cultivators, and it might not take long for the other party to find out.

"It's better to take it when you see it."

Lei Han sighed, he knew that once he retreated into the castle, he would never be as free as he was now, and then the brutal defensive battle would drain his energy.

Fortunately, his mission is only three days, he has spent a day outside the city, and the defense in the city is only two days.

Before dawn, it was not difficult to return to the city at this moment, and if you wanted to return to the city during the day, it would take a lot of effort.

After weighing it, Lei Han quickly made a decision, after many times commanding soldiers to ambush the English cultivators, there was a temperament that was being generated in him, which was something that only a decisive superior person possessed.

Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?

No one is born to be a superior person, and only after some experience can he become a master. This time, Lei Han strayed into the forced mission space of England and encountered the danger of being besieged by others, and the situation was naturally extremely dangerous. In this adversity, Lei Han seized the opportunity brought by danger by ambushing one after another, killing dozens of cultivators in one night, stepping on the corpses of the English people, and wading on the blood of the English people.

If you are familiar with Lei Han here, you will find that after the baptism of killing overnight, the current Lei Han is very different from the previous Lei Han. This difference is temperament, the previous Lei Han gave people a very ordinary feeling, not much different from a neighbor's big boy. The current Lei Han is completely different, he has a fierce momentum, and there is a sense of oppression in his speech and demeanor that makes people obey.

This kind of oppression, such a fierce momentum, does not rely on external forces, nor does it rely on the strength of others, but Lei Han's one-handed and one-footed fight, which he cultivated for himself with one victory after another. poured the blood of the English people on Lei Han's road to the real strongman, and I don't know what kind of expression the English people will have when they know it.

Unconsciously, without Lei Han himself noticing, his level was no longer level twenty, but twenty-one. That is to say, after a night of frenzied killing, Lei Han broke through the bottleneck, and the spiritual power successfully transformed his body. In the words of Zhang Qinghan and Wang Ling'er, Lei Han could be regarded as a true cultivator at this time, not a martial artist who was only physically strong but could not absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

Pity the English cultivators, they lost their surnames and didn't say anything, and they used their lives to help Lei Han break through the bottleneck. He became a stepping stone and was trampled on the ground, which made the enemy and made the enemy's strength go to the next level. What a tragedy, and what a bitterness!

What is even more tragic and painful is that the English people sacrificed so much, and the ultimate beneficiary, Lei Han, is not at all grateful to them.

Is there anything more tragic in the world than this?

I have to say that Lei Han's decision was made in a very timely manner. Less than ten minutes after he led the people to retreat towards the castle, a team of cultivators of more than twenty people arrived at the place where Lei Han ambushed the Englishmen.

If that's all it takes, it's not like Lei Han hasn't encountered a large team of cultivators, and in the whole night of killing, Lei Han spared more than one team of more than ten people. A team with a large number of people is not easy to deal with, Lei Han picks a person with less than double digits, and persimmons have to pick up soft pinching, which is the reason.

The point is that there are a few different guys on this team.

Before they could get close to the ambush spot chosen by Lei Han, the team stopped, and they seemed to realize that something was wrong with the place. The leader of the team looked over to the people beside him, and saw that these guys were sniffing vigorously, as if they were sniffing something.

"What a smell of blood!"

One of the weirdos said, then he looked to the leader of the group and pointed somewhere ahead. If Lei Han was still here, he would have realized that this strange man was not referring to another place, but to the place where he had killed the ambushed English cultivator and buried his body.

By the faint light, the strange people could be seen with thick hair, and with long, sharp nails on their hands, and their appearance was even more terrifying, and they were more wolves walking upright than humans. Needless to say, they are one of the forces of the Europa Practitioners—werewolves!;