Chapter 40: The Time of the Battle

Yang Ying has returned here since she separated from Su Hang at the base, and that day she received the news that the tribe had suffered a catastrophe and wanted to rush back immediately, and the person who brought the catastrophe was Cheng Wei, who had been reduced to ashes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" After listening to this, Su Hang asked very puzzled: "We are teammates who are born and died!"

"Is it just a teammate?" Yang Ying lowered her head and muttered softly.

"Why don't you resist?" Su Hang was most puzzled by this, Yang Ying was not an ordinary person, she was a person with extraordinary abilities, how could she not even resist?

Hearing Su Hang's words, Yang Ying's eyes were covered with a layer of gray mist, and she choked up: "It's useless, my flame ability is useless against them." ”

Su Hang understood that they were referring to the dead corpse controlled by Cheng Wei just now, which explained why Yang Ying didn't let Su Hang make a move just now.

Because Yang Ying remembered the painful experience of fighting the ancient corpses in the ancient tomb before, she subconsciously thought that the dead would be seriously injured in the battle.

"It's not good, they're here, I already feel a powerful evil aura coming towards us!" the old man on crutches looked at Su Hang and said, now they have regarded Su Hang as the guardian saint of the tribe.

Before Su Hang and Yang Ying could say a few more words, a thick layer of black fog shrouded the sky over the entire tribe, and the sun was not visible, which made everyone have a thick fear in their hearts.

Not only that, but a wind that can make people feel gloomy from the bottom of their bones blows through everyone, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

The yin wind blew through Su Hang's white robe, and Su Hang saw dozens of men in strange costumes in front of him, looking at him angrily.

Among them, the middle-aged man with a fierce face was even more vicious, and Cheng Wei was vaguely similar to him before.

"It's such a small tribe, how could something happen to my son here?" Cheng Hao looked at the people in the tribe, his eyes were full of extreme killing intent.

When the tribesmen saw this scene, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom, and this time I am afraid that a great disaster is coming.

Yang Ying's heart was also tight, and she secretly clenched her fists to prepare to resist, but thinking that her flame ability was not the opponent of these people at all, the originally clenched fists slowly loosened.

"My son died in your tribe, I want all of you to be buried with me!" As soon as the words fell, several people beside Cheng Hao shook the bell in their hands, and the harsh sound fell into everyone's ears like a life-killing bell.

Seeing this scene, Su Hang understood that these people relied on dead corpses, and fought by manipulating dead corpses.

"It turns out that Xiangxi's expulsion of corpses is not groundless!" Su Hang suddenly realized.

As the bell began to shake rhythmically, one corpse after another gradually came out behind these people, all neatly aligned, all dressed in white cloth, with hollow and dark eyes, which made the tribesmen extremely frightened.

"Holy Light Guardian!" Su Hang made a move, and a spell came out, and then there was an extra layer of light shield in front of the tribesmen to protect them.

After several corpses felt the light shield, their forward steps began to retreat, as if they were greatly threatened.

"What is it?, who are you?" Cheng Hao asked with a little horror when he saw this scene.

What answered Cheng Hao was Su Hang's disdainful laughter: "It doesn't matter who I am, now you can get out!"

Originally, Cheng Hao was full of grief and resentment because of his son's death, but at this moment, Su Hang's disdainful attitude undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and he said viciously: "Hmph, no matter who it is, you must die here today! I said, let the whole tribe be buried here!"

After speaking, Cheng Hao injected black gas visible to the naked eye into the regressing corpses, and then the regressing corpses stopped retreating and began to walk forward quickly, while revealing extremely sharp fingers to stab forward.

"Su Hang!" Yang Ying, who saw this scene, was shocked, Su Hang's light shield to restrain the dead corpse had lost its effect at this moment, which made her extremely worried.

On the other hand, Su Hang was calm, just a little surprised, and in a blink of an eye, Su Hang came to the front of the dead corpse, blocking their way.

The corpses seemed to sense that Su Hang was here, and they all stretched out their arms and stabbed him straight in the neck.

"Jiancheng!" A lightsaber condensed from the light element suddenly appeared in Su Hang's hand, the lightsaber was pure white throughout, exuding a divine aura, it was so dazzling in this dark environment, the people of the tribe were shocked when they saw this.

"Cut!" Facing the corpses that came straight to him, Su Hang slashed off the heads of all the dead corpses around him in a series of ways.

"Poof!" The moment the heads of several dead corpses fell to the ground, several people beside Cheng Hao seemed to have been hit by an invisible blow, and they spit out a mouthful of blood and were paralyzed on the ground.

"Damn!" Cheng Hao saw this scene and scolded angrily: "At this time, you forced me!"

Immediately, Cheng Hao bit his middle finger, and a drop of blood fell on the two bells in his hand.

"Not good!" When the old man on crutches saw Cheng Hao's behavior, he was immediately frightened: "He, he is trying to lure out the ancient dead corpse to fight for him!"

"What do you mean?" asked Su Hang with some puzzlement.

"The ancient corpses just now are all corpses of ordinary people who have been dead for less than ten years, and they are not very strong, but now that he personally took action, he must have drawn out the ancient corpses!"

"And there is a drop of his own blood dripping on his bell, this, this is probably a powerful ancient corpse that has been hundreds of years old!" The old man with crutches was full of despair in his tone, obviously he thought that the result of Su Hang's victory would not be too great.

At this moment, Yang Ying's original face in a red dress was now eclipsed by fear, and her eyes looking at Su Hang were full of worry, she didn't want to see Su Hang have an accident.

As if to confirm the words of the old man on crutches, before Cheng Hao's ancient corpse appeared, everyone in the tribe felt that the temperature around them dropped by a few moments, and that terrifying and terrifying feeling pierced everyone's hearts.

Su Hang, who was standing in front of everyone, stood with his sword in his hand, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, Su Hang's intuition told him that there would be a fierce battle next.

"Sonorous!" the sound of something rubbing against the ground came from behind Cheng Hao.

As soon as she heard this voice, Yang Ying's face instantly turned extremely pale, she knew that it was made by something, and her eyes were even more full of worry and fear when she looked at Su Hang.

Hearing this voice, Su Hang's originally solemn face frowned slightly at this moment, and he knew very well what this sound was.

There is no doubt that this is the sound of the collision and friction of weapons and armor, Su Hang clearly remembers the ancient corpse in the ancient tomb, and the armor on its body can be said to have impressed Su Hang.

Facts have proved that Su Hang's guess was not wrong, what walked out from behind Cheng Hao was an ancient corpse, the height was similar to that of the ancient corpse in the ancient tomb, and the armor on his body was dark gray, far less dazzling than golden yellow.

The ancient corpse held a long knife in his hand, reflecting bursts of light, revealing a terrifying chill and gloom.

"Boom, all of you are going to die!" Cheng Hao's face was extremely hideous and laughed wildly at the tribesmen.