After receiving the order, several big men in two rushed towards the ear piercing with the cold machetes in their hands, and in an instant there was a miserable wail from the cave.

At this point, Hell Mode is officially on.

Knowing how to hit the stone with an egg, Wicker and Lao Dao did not hesitate to wave the stone in their hand and rushed towards the violent crowd. At some point, machete-wielding men were constantly galloping in the tunnel.

Looking from afar, Zhang Yi could only watch Wicker and Lao Dao clamoring for a close encounter with this group of people, and then drowned in the sea of people, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Zhang Yi kept struggling to break through the standing cage, his face was pale, the green tendons on his neck were already protruding, and he grabbed the iron chain with both hands and kept pulling, the iron chain seemed to have reached its limit under his pulling, but there was no sign of breaking.

The shining rays of light on the chain are like an earthworm that keeps swimming in each chain, constantly repairing the toughness of the chain.

In the crowd, a blood-soaked child crawled out crying out, and his face could no longer be seen, only the knife on his face, which was like a wide open mouth gushing blood.

The child seemed to see Zhang Yi, although he saw him trapped in the standing cage, but still gave him the last glimmer of hope for life, he crawled to the edge of Zhang Yi, and then hugged the standing cage, he didn't speak, just his body kept shaking, and he cast a look for help with a pair of big eyes full of tears.

Zhang Yi immediately gave up the idea of pulling off the chain, he grabbed the child's head and dragged it into his arms, and kept using his face to comfort the child: "Don't be afraid, uncle will protect you and won't let these animals hurt you." ”

The child seemed to have found a support, he grabbed Zhang Yi's chained hands tightly with a pair of immature little hands, and stared at him with a pair of big eyes, afraid that Zhang Yi would suddenly lose and that Zhang Yi would suddenly disappear.

"Poof!"

It seemed that an unripe watermelon was broken, and Zhang Yi then felt a warm liquid soaking his face, and he couldn't help but feel distressed when he lifted his face against the child.

The face of the child, who was less than ten years old, was full of horror, and a huge machete slashed down the back of his head and finally stopped on the bridge of his nose.

The child always looked at him with that kind of pleading for help, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times without saying a word, and finally he grabbed Zhang Yi's hand and slowly let go and fell back, becoming silent.

A big man tilted his head, licked the blood on his lips greedily with his tongue, and then stepped on the child's head and pulled out the machete and came towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi still stood there stunned, his body slightly bent, his hands still maintained the posture of holding the child's hand just now, he thought it was a statue now.

The big man walked up to Zhang Yi and waved his machete towards Zhang Yi's neck without any hesitation, but the knife stopped in mid-air.

Zhang Yi caught the knife with both hands, and the blood on both hands slowly slipped down the knife toughness, he still didn't have any expression, and the action of catching the knife was as if he was being manipulated.

The big man pressed the knife down hard, and the knife was embedded in Zhang Yi's flesh little by little, and the light on the iron chain swam faster, as if it was slowly tightening.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist priest smiled, waved his hand, and a piece of Fu Lu flew out of his hand and stuck it on Zhang Yi's back chain, and in an instant, all the chains tightened quickly in an instant, vowing to tear his body apart alive before he would stop.

Zhang Yi seemed to clearly feel that his heart was slowly stopping beating, and the opening and closing of the lobes of his lungs was slowly slowing down.

This feeling is very similar to when he woke up from the morgue, but one is the beginning and the other is the end, is it that just a few months of life is over like this, I really feel unwilling!

His vision was blurring, and in the blurred light he seemed to see a child, whose vague face seemed to be somewhat similar to his own, but it was a childish face.

The child, dressed in extraordinary flamboyance, was tied up with flowers, and was carried to an altar-like place by a group of men dressed in strange costumes with a frightened face and shouts.

A masked wizard grabbed a short knife with a skull handle in one hand and a bell in the other, and jumped around the child, finally stopping in front of the child, slashing the first at the child's scream, and a bloody nose was placed on the tray next to it.

The countless prostrated people around the altar let out cheers and poured in like a tidal wave, drowning out the poor child's groans of pain.

Zhang Yi felt as if a part of his body had been cut off at the moment, and he writhed his body in fear and anger, and kept shaking with his eyes closed.

The wizard was still beating, the prostrate crowd was still cheering, and after a second pause, one of the child's ears was placed in the tray.

Zhang Yi clearly felt that the heat of his body was slowly rising, and his fear was gradually decreasing, replaced by endless anger.

Looking at the wizard's twisted movements, at the smiling people kneeling down below, his anger had reached every hair.

When the wizard stopped again and put the knife to the child's lips, the child growler broke the rope from his body, opened his bloody jaw, and bit the wizard's neck at once, and in an instant a large mouthful of flesh was in his mouth.

The picture is getting more and more blurry, but Zhang Yi's body is getting hotter and hotter, and the scene of the child devouring the enemy's flesh and blood in the picture makes him happy, and every pore of his body is feeling pleasure, and there has never been a comfortable feeling that swept every inch of his body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, one of them turning red, and two sharp fangs sprouted from the corners of his mouth. He sniffed greedily at the smell of blood in the air, then lowered his head like a beast as the blood oozing from the hands of a greedy licker.

The big man trembled all over when he saw this scene, he wanted to withdraw the machete, but was firmly controlled by Zhang Yi's hand, he scolded and dropped the knife and turned around and ran.

Zhang Yi's licking action suddenly stopped, as if he saw some prey running in front of him, he tilted his head and listened for a moment, and suddenly let out a roar.

The sound was like a tiger in the mountains, and it instantly shook the entire cave to a buzzing sound, and those who were going crazy stopped and covered their ears in pain.

"Bang"

There was an explosion, and I saw that the iron chain of the station cage burst open in an instant, turning into countless pieces and falling from the air one after another, and the dust on the ground was raised in an instant, blurry.

When everyone coughed and fanned off the dust in front of them, they saw Zhang Yi crawling on the ground, opening his big mouth full of blood to reveal two cold and shining fangs, he scanned everything in front of him angrily, and his mouth made a whining sound.

Seeing this scene, everyone's bodies couldn't help but shudder, and they all tightened the knives in their hands and turned their eyes to the Taoist priest standing aside with a whisk.

This seemed to be beyond the imagination of the Taoist priest, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he looked at the seemingly inhuman monster in front of him, but at this time, if he didn't make a move, where would he have his way of survival in the future.

The Taoist priest shouted, took out a piece of Fu Lu from his arms, and after quickly reciting a spell, he lit Fu Lu and shot it at Zhang Yi.

Fu Lu flew towards Zhang Yi with a faint light, and then the Taoist priest drew his peachwood sword and followed.

Zhang Yi lay on the ground, leaned forward slightly, kicked his hind legs and bounced, and his whole body flew up and went in the direction of Fulu.