The drowsy mist area, the air filled with a fishy and disgusting smell, this was the product of the mixing of human blood and the blood of the mutated purple armor Tibetan scorpion, and their fight with them was too fierce, it was an existential struggle between two completely different races.

In general, the members of the fantasy world have the upper hand, because they have completely released their inner nature, and there is madness, bloodlust, and tyranny hidden in their bones... This is the Illusory Realm, a group of outlaws who have no credibility to speak of, a group of madmen who take pleasure in slaughtering lives.

Coupled with the fact that with the advantage in the number of personnel, they gradually gained the upper hand, and their pressure gradually decreased.

Some even find time to look elsewhere, such as the battlefield where the line is located. It was the center of gravity, and the battle was the most intense, as it was the battle of the strongest men in their organization.

It's just that the situation there is not as easy as they expected.

Is it because the mutated Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King is too powerful? Or is it... The strength of the line has not gotten stronger? Some people are blinded.

The principle of their reverence is that the strong are respected.

Join the Illusory Realm, and revere the Line and the Eye of Vision as the bosses, and what you value is their strength. Hug the thighs of both in order to be able to act as their protection. Umbrella.

Once they discover that the strong man they follow no longer has far more power than others, they cannot be feared or convinced... I'm afraid that I won't kneel and lick like a dog anymore, so I don't hesitate to get out and turn my head to find a stronger master who can protect them.

The last thing in the world is the white-eyed wolf that tends to be inflammatory.

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The attacks of the Mutant Purple Armor Scorpion King continued, and became more brutal and insane.

Because it hears its people wailing and crying out for help. Saw them with severed limbs and constant deaths.

Those ordinary mutant purple armor Tibetan scorpions are its children, but now they have suffered heavy casualties, which is equivalent to digging out its flesh and blood, how can this not make it crazy. It screamed and roared to destroy all these damned humans, all this delicious flesh and blood.

It's just that before getting rid of the person in front of it, it is difficult for it to take action, and it is even difficult to escape from the battle.

Because there are many threads in the air that are difficult to see, it causes great trouble. These threads are imperceptible, but they are real.

Because this is the means of thread, middle-aged men call it: a hundred threads blade net.

Two minutes ago, the line began to work this trick.

At that time, he was always jumping up and down, wandering around, and almost never collided head-on with the mutated Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King again.

One is attacking as much as he wants, and the other is dodging.

It is this picture that makes some people feel contemptuous, thinking that the strength of the line ends here. It also made the Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King think for a while that this human had no other tricks.

Until now, it had sensed that something was wrong before everyone else, but it was still too late.

Originally, the battle between the two was fierce, causing huge fluctuations, the dead wood forest snapped, the ground collapsed, and the venom shot through a deep hole in the giant tree, causing many places to suffer.

Gradually, though, the man on the other side circled around it, causing it to spend most of its time fighting in place.

At this time, the body of the line was getting closer and closer to it, gradually shrinking from ten meters at the beginning to eight meters...... Five-meter ...... Three meters.

The Purple Scorpion King had the illusion that it could almost touch him with a slight movement, which excited it, and its tail pin would kill him if it hit him!

It's just that...... At the critical moment, the line jumps out and moves away from it.

It wanted to get closer, but it couldn't move because the combat area had become smaller.

There seemed to be something invisible in the air blocking it, and with a sharp touch, the Purple Armor Scorpion King knew that this was a damn human weapon.

He'd done it before, but the Scorpion King didn't care, because it could be cut with a little force.

So it lifted its sharp, poisonous scorpion tail needle, covering the purple armor.

But this time it didn't work out, and the thing was far more resilient than it could have imagined! It pushes hard, hard, and it's hard to cut.

This time the silk thread is not at all the same grade as the previous one! But it was not convinced, and tried again and again!

A sneer broke into the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth.

This is naturally not a grade, because it is not an order of magnitude.

It's many, many threads entwined, superimposed.

It's like the old story, one chopstick can be easily broken, but what about five, ten, twenty, fifty, one hundred?

He can master a hundred silk threads, but when a hundred silk threads are folded in half, they become two hundred, and then they are folded in half...... Fold it in half......

The silk thread is already extremely tough, and at this moment, this strength increases exponentially! It's enough to trap the Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King in a short period of time! Make it cut and keep cutting!

The middle-aged man blew into the distance, and a fallen leaf fell.

The fallen leaves are like touching something, split in two.

The fallen leaves, which had been cut in half, then fell, as if they had touched something again, and were divided again...... Partition...... until it landed, but at this moment it was a hundred thousand pieces.

The threads are strong and sharp as knives, and if they are accidentally touched, they are cut into pieces like fallen leaves.

It reacted, but it was too late.

The middle-aged man stood in the distance, stared at it coldly, and mocked: "After all, it's an animal, how smart can it be?" ”

As he spoke, his hands were raised, and the hundred silk threads derived from his fingertips were revealed under the interplay of light and shadow.

He sneered, and then his hands were intertwined, and the hundred silk threads were pulled tightly.

The hundred silk threads twitched immediately, causing the range of movement of the mutated Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King to become smaller and smaller.

This speed is very fast, and the mutant Tibetan scorpion in the center of the Hundred Lines Blade Network actually has a rare look of horror in its eyes.

From the ever-shrinking web of silk, it sensed a deadly aura!

The Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King regretted it, it was careless! If you could do it all over again, you would never fall into this trap set by humans so easily.

Or simply don't provoke these humans, because this time they are likely to be exterminated!

It begins to be anxious, restless, and panicked......

It had the idea of retreating, and if it could escape at this moment, it would not hesitate in the slightest.

As for its children...... You can discard it! I'm dead, and I can take care of anything else?!

It's just that it's already happened, what's the use of regretting? Unless it can be used to rewind time, it's just that it doesn't have that ability.

At this point, the thread felt resistance, and his silk thread was difficult to pull.

He looked at the Purple Armor Scorpion King, and the silk thread touched its body, restraining it.

He tightened with greater force, like the silk thread of a knife squeezing inward, one second on the surface, and the next second further, to a deeper level.

The scope is further narrowed.

"Click! ”

At a certain moment, a strange sound sounded, and the carapace of the mutated Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King's survival was deeply squeezed into it by the silk threads, cut open, and cracked.

Without the hardest and most critical shell to block it, the soft flesh is cut like tofu.

The middle-aged man laughed out loud, admiring the miserable howl of the Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King due to severe pain, at this time it no longer had its former spirit, and shed tears uncontrollably.

The line ignores this and continues his cruel laugh.

If it could kneel down and beg for mercy, the Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King would definitely do the same, but it couldn't do it now, because every part of its body seemed to be cut and filled with silk threads.

The part embedded in the silk thread was bleeding and smelling liquid.

The Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King looks miserable, is this a torture and killing of it!

Gradually, it stopped wailing, hoping that the thread would give it pleasure and end the torment sooner.

Finally, when the silk thread could no longer be pulled, the middle-aged man tied a knot.

Its organs had already fallen to the ground, and at this time, the battle was decided, and the mutated purple armor Tibetan scorpion group was wiped out. It was the only one left that was still breathing, and the eyes of the people in the illusory world fell here.

People are waiting for a result, and the Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King is waiting for a result.

Line...... Give them this result.

He snatched an alloy dagger from someone else's hand and slashed it down at the scorpion's abdomen.

Broken abdomen, its last organs spilled. At the same time, a crystal with a pale blue glow fell.

The Purple Armor Tibetan Scorpion King was finally liberated at this time and died completely.

Losing the source of energy, its broken purple armor instantly became soft and collapsed, and its torn body became soft.

"Poof!"

It slipped down and ended up in a pile of minced meat.

The line bent down to pick up the source crystal and gathered it into the air, and everyone's eyes converged on it.

The middle-aged man swallowed it in one gulp, and the pure energy melted in an instant.

During this period, he heard a sound of swallowing saliva around him, and he also felt countless fiery eyes, was his eyes hot on this source crystal or did he feel fear and reverence for him again?

Maybe it's a bit of both.

"Line! Line adult! ”

Gradually, the crowd erupted into bursts of shouts, which were in pursuit of him.

The middle-aged man untied the thread, glanced around, and nodded with satisfaction. I lingered on a certain figure for two more seconds, as if to express, I am the strongest, and the mutant creature at the peak of the D-rank can be easily killed.

The latter is aware and looks at the line.

The line turned, and its gaze finally rested higher, where the myth of what they had been following all the way was.

Receiving the power replenishment of the source crystal is like injecting a forbidden drug, and the body's functions are quickly restored, and it is regained with stronger and even more powerful power.

He gave the command.

"Keep going."

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The sun went down and the moon rose, and it was foggy, except for a faint white circle. Stars also appear in the sky, but in this area of fog, they are barely visible.

At night, mutated creatures are at their most active.

The team was tired from a day of travel. Yan Qingxue carefully searched for a camp, and the team stopped to rest.

People set up tents and set up bonfires to ward off the cold, boil water, and heat food.

It shouldn't have been done here, but it can't be helped, there are a lot of trivial things in the thousand-person team, and it needs to be like this.

After arranging a series of chores such as patrolling, cooking, and living, the Valkyrie showed her tiredness and sat quietly by the campfire, sitting beside Chen Chu.