The gray smoke that had been swallowed up by the sea of black mud and transformed into life force all entered the tyrant's spine and filled the tyrant's body. The brilliance of the gray smoke was reflected on the tyrant's inky skin, flowing all over his body. At the same time, the hollow gap in the center of the tyrant's chest, which had completely become a place of dead silence, suddenly began to regenerate at high speed, and the plague species that climbed to this position quickly jumped away, fearing that the body tissue that would be regenerated at high speed would be sealed inside.

The void in the Tyrant's chest regenerated in 7 seconds, the evil totem reappeared in its original place in detail, and the two severed hands returned to their original state in the next 5 seconds.

The tyrant's body finally returned to its unscathed appearance, and at this moment, the light marks on its face and its eyes suddenly lit up, and these eyes, which were like nether lamps, "opened" again!

"'Mysterious Doom', Yu is done."

The first second the tyrant opened his eyes to see the world again, he opened his mouth and said in the language of the wilderness. There are no ups and downs in the emotion behind its tone, and there is no trace of special emotions because it has just "died".

Because it's all in the tyrant's plan! It was part of the plan to be killed alive by a convoy of human armed forces carrying the "Immortal Boneless" with more than 30 heavy artillery shells, and the purpose was to complete the launching ceremony of this third-order special domain-type ability, "Mystic Doom"!

The moment the "Mystic Doom" appears on its tyrant, it knows how to use it. The condition for activation is the death of the body, and the goal of the effect is to kill the life of the body! The ability is to inflict great doom on the life that kills the body in the darkness, and this doom is so strong that it cancels out all the luck of the affected person, causing them to fall into the abyss of nightmares that are no longer favored by the heavens!

If the beings that kill the body are not one but a group, bad luck will befall that collective. Any living individual in the entire collective who participates in or formally participates in the murder will be possessed by bad luck, and there will never be any missing individual, nor will it be circumvented by any form of calculation.

This is the ultimate curse that can only be used once in a lifetime, because at the cost of the life of the main body, the strength of the curse is so high that it can even catch up with the fourth-order mystical ability. Because under normal circumstances, any life once it dies will not be resurrected.

However, the Tyrant is different, it can be resurrected from the dead by temporarily merging with the Dark Throne, using the Throne that can devour living beings into life energy! This is the treasure it has found from the "abyss", a treasure that belongs to it alone. With the Throne of Darkness and the Mysterious Doom in his hands, the plan to use the Mystic Doom to deprive all the humans in the armed convoy of their luck has been made possible, and now it has been perfectly completed!

The Immortal Bone is the skeleton of a fourth-order life, as long as it can capture the Immortal Bone and inject it into life energy through the Dark Throne into its own body, it will complete a shocking evolution, and it will not hesitate to pay the price of a life.

The tyrant looked down at the vast sea of corpses below and slowly raised his left hand. The entire left hand collapsed and disintegrated in an instant, splitting into a storm of twisted black silk threads. The black silk thread storm swooped down at an extremely fast speed towards the corpses of the thousands of violent beasts that fell to the ground below, and each of the violent beasts' corpses was infused with a thick black silk thread.

"Come back to life, Yu Legion!" The tyrant spoke deeply, its voice as if it came from the Netherworld Abyss, the voice of a demon.

In the following time, the black silk thread filled the wounds on each beast's body, whether it was a broken hand or foot, a torso piercing, or a lost head, the black silk thread could reshape the lost parts.

Five seconds passed, and the first body was suddenly moved by the recovered beast, and then stood up. Immediately, the sea of corpses composed of thousands of violent beasts "rose" one after another. The tyrant sat on the pitch-black throne, a pair of gray eyes of light looking down at the men who had regained their feet.

30 seconds later, the army of violent beasts composed of thousands of violent beasts came back to life on the spot!

The tyrant also has a hundred or so plague species that are overwhelmed. As soon as they saw that their invincible third-order overlord was alive, they were afraid and quickly fled along the huge bridge-like legs, trying to escape from the range of the Dark Throne.

The tyrant bowed his head slightly, looking at these ridiculous and weak plague species like ants. Its right hand clenched into a claw, and a powerful gravitational force suddenly swept out, and hundreds of plague species were attracted by this powerful gravitational force, and their bodies were sucked into the sky uncontrollably, gathering around the tyrant's palm.

The tyrant's right hand pressed down, and all the plague species that had been caught by gravity fell into the sea of black mud on the surface of the Dark Throne, and disappeared without even making a plop. Their life force flowed through the Dark Throne and into the Tyrant's body, turning into the Tyrant's freshly consumed left hand.

After all the preparation phases, the next step is the stage of picking the fruits of victory.

There will be no more miracles for the armed convoys of humans possessed by the "Mystic Doom", and in the tyrant's plan, they will inevitably die in the wasteland, and be harvested by it along with the immortal bones.

"Let's go!" The tyrant coldly ordered, and the resurrected Tyrant Beast Legion shouldered the huge pitch-black throne for the second time and began to chase after it!

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It's been 10 minutes since the start of the journey back, and there is still half of the way to go. Wu Qi glanced at the timer whose numbers kept beating, and then looked at the scenery outside the car window in front of him that was blocked by endless plague seeds, and he always had a feeling of palpitations.

This heart palpitation came inexplicably and strangely from about 4 minutes ago. In these four minutes, the armed convoy also killed two third-order plague species.

Wu Qi couldn't figure out why he suddenly started to panic, his heart beat faster, and even a chill surged up in his stomach. This symptom continued to deepen and worsen over time, making Wu Qi seriously affected and unable to ignore it at all.

Wu Qi was sure that he was not afraid of the plague beast tide blocking the road ahead and the three third-order overlords killed by the armed convoy along the way, he was "afraid" of something completely invisible.

The thoughts were like a mess, and they couldn't be stretched out at all. The only answer he could think of was that there was indeed a great danger approaching, and his "hunter's instinct" was too sharp, which was why it was like this.

Wu Qi's face inadvertently became very pale, and there were a few beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead. Guo Baibai inadvertently turned his head and was startled when he saw Wu Qi's pale face.

"Wu Qi, are you uncomfortable?" Guo Baibai asked with concern. She put her warm right palm on the back of Wu Qi's left hand, and found that the back of Wu Qi's hand was cold to the bone.