Zhong Yao's expression was solemn, his body leaned down slightly on the horse's back, his hand holding the scimitar trembled a little, and he gritted his teeth but stared at the smoke-filled place in front of him.

The horse under him galloped like the wind, and the four powerful and thick legs of the horse kept alternating constantly, and the horse's hooves made a small sound on the grass.

The horse moved forward, but in the firelight, a black shadow suddenly rushed out and flew towards the horse and a person, Zhong Yao turned over and jumped, rolled on the ground a few times before unloading the force, the clothes on his body were stained with mud and fine grass roots, and he looked a little embarrassed.

And the steed was directly smashed open by the flying broken wood, the neck was bloody and blurred, and the blood flowed out, but it was still moving forward, and then its body was weak, and it fell down with the dirt.

"Damn. Zhong Yao stood up, the scimitar was unsheathed, the sharp blade flashed with a cold cold light, and a killing intent poured out from it, but the body that originally looked delicate was extremely upright at this time, gritting his teeth and rushing forward.

Several black shadows struck, and Zhong Yao dodged them one by one, and dodged to the front of the ruins.

At this time, a huge black shadow appeared in the firelight, which was constantly shaking, gradually getting bigger, and the soft ground suddenly shook, and a huge palm stretched out from the raging fire, trying to grab the person in front of him.

"Get out!" Zhong Yao scolded, stepped back, his huge palm rushed in, and the scimitar in his hand slashed, instantly bringing up blood splattering everywhere.

The palm and fingers of the big hand were sliced open by the scimitar, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the arm stopped moving, shook a few times and burrowed back into the flames, and the ground shook violently, and the flames swayed like a candle that was about to be extinguished by a strong wind.

Zhong Yao's face sank, and looking at the thing that came out of the flames, his calm breathing couldn't help but increase a little.

The thing that came out of the flames revealed, giving birth to a distorted middle-aged man's face, tilting his head, and sparse minced flesh and liquid flowing from his mouth, extremely viscous, and under the human body, there were a pair of legs covered with long plush hair, like those of wild wolves, and a slender hairless tail, with a circle of black fine lines, growing from the tail keel, dragging on the ground.

"It's these damn things again. ”

Zhong Yao scolded secretly, but he didn't dare to relax at all, the alien in front of him was six or seven meters tall, and the muscles of his whole body were very thin and shriveled, and he was covered with black and yellow spots, but his abdomen was high and raised, and he was still squirming, and the things inside touched the raised marks on the belly like a palm, and even the five fingers were clearly visible.

Have all the people here been eaten by this guy?

Zhong Yao glanced away, and there was a raging fire and a pungent smell of blood in the firelight in front of him, and no half figure was revealed.

"Boom!" The alien fell down and lay on the ground, his head crooked, revealing an extremely strange and distorted face, his limbs swinging, and rushing towards Zhong Yao.

The speed that was not proportional to the huge body was really terrifying, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Zhong Yao, opened his bloody mouth, and wanted to bite it off.

Zhong Yao's figure flashed, the scimitar in his hand rotated, and it was fiercely inserted into the muscles and flesh of the Inhuman's jaw, and with a slash, there was a tearing sound, and the Inhuman's mouth suddenly collapsed and hung there swaying slightly.

Yiren's huge body shook, bursts of hot white mist appeared, Zhong Yao hurriedly retreated, and the two arms that were blocking his chest were immediately burned red by the heat, red and swollen.

The wound that had been cut by the Inhuman slowly healed with the heat surging away, and the strange face looked extremely hideous, and the huge body kept hitting the ground, the high bulging belly crushed the dirt below, but the bulging flesh gradually moved upward.

Abdomen, chest, throat.

The Inhuman's mouth was propped up to the point that it seemed to tear apart on both sides, but it still let out a strange scream, and with a "poof", a huge spherical mass was spat out.

Wrapped in a yellowish-brown shell of viscous slime, the contents seemed to be kneaded together at random, with cracked teeth, broken fingers, and some tattered pieces of cloth......

Zhong Yao looked at the dirty orb that was spit out, her expression changed, and the strong fishy stench emitted filled her nasal cavity, and she immediately covered her mouth and squatted down, retching.

But the alien's body turned red, he raised his head and screamed, his limbs swinging and rushing forward quickly, several times faster than before, as if he was free from the drag of the abdominal orb, and the cry became crazy, piercing the eardrums.

Zhong Yao's expression changed, and when he saw Yiren in such a state, he immediately held back the disgust in his heart, and hurriedly got up and dodged away.

The thin and huge arm stretched forward again, and the scimitar slashed mercilessly, and in an instant, the five fingers were broken one after another, and the white mist that fell to the ground dissipated, and the alien roared loudly, but the broken wound was steaming, and it was intact in the blink of an eye, but those muscles seemed to have lost a few more weight, and the black and yellow spots became more and more dense.

The alien rushed forward relentlessly, Zhong Yao's scimitar resisting the strong attack again and again.

"Not good. Zhong Yao frowned, his face became a little pale, the scimitar blade in his hand had gradually become dull, breaking a small gap, but slashing at the alien's body was like cutting iron.

Glancing over, the horse's corpse was still lying motionless.

"Now, that's just ......"

The Inhuman pounced forward, his huge body fell to the ground, and suddenly a deep pit was concave, Zhong Yao was able to dodge it with his agile movements, but it was also the tumbling air flow that made the body sway, but he gritted his teeth, stared at the Inhuman lying in the pit, and rushed over.

Yiren slowly raised his head, looked at it, but a black shadow appeared in his field of vision and expanded rapidly, "Huh!" A sound, the scimitar was inserted into Yiren's left eye, Zhong Yao struggled to twist the blade, and it was suddenly mixed into a ball of mud, and there was a chill in his heart, but he still didn't stop moving.

The alien roared loudly, turned over, raised his right arm and smashed it hard, Zhong Yao hurriedly pulled out the scimitar to dodge, and the palm of his hand hit the bloody eyeball, which was immediately shattered, and even the eye sockets were sunken, and there was a crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Something without a brain. ”

The slash of the knife left a few more scars.

The heat rose, and the eye sockets bulged again, but there was a black hollow in it, only the stinky blood and pus flowed out, mixed with muddy minced meat, the alien roared, a strange sound came from his throat, and the whole person rushed towards Zhong Yao frantically, but the original speed and strength were much less.