The depths of the Lost Trench are also the end of the Trialist's journey to trials, with vast expanses of viscous and turbid waters. This already viscous liquid is called seawater because the body of water is large enough that it seems to be connected to the distant ocean.

Apart from the sticky, punctuated strings of gray-white foam of turbid water, there is only a huge spindle-shaped vat like a half-old tree. The vat was old enough that it had no lush foliage, and the top of the abrupt vat was wrapped around a long appendage like a starfish.

The appendages were covered with dense eyes, and countless hideous tentacles that were gray and dark, the tips of which had hung into the viscous water.

With the roar that spread almost all over the trench, the water seemed to boil suddenly, and countless foams overflowed from the tumbling viscous liquid, as if an incomparably large being was struggling to emerge from the water.

The tentacles that hung into the viscous waters writhed wildly, and the dense eyes on the appendages were opened.

"Engels' will has awakened, you guys, go kill it!"

The sound of old decay came from the half of the trunk, and countless huge clumps of irregular rotten flesh were split from the massive body of the tree, and quickly surged along the viscous sea to the saline frozen earth.

Luo's sacrificial beast roared for a while before it lowered its head again to look at the rotten flesh that had gathered together again, and its big eyes once again showed a deep sense of fear.

It didn't know why it was surrounded by rotten flesh, and it was starting to get lost again.

, who was in the same Lost Trench as Lowe, was also confused now.

It's been a long time since his salamander swallowed the last Shauns, but not even a single Shayns has yet to appear again.

This disgusting existence without self-consciousness does not feel fear, let alone the possibility of being killed.

But in the frozen soil where I lived, there was indeed no rotten meat.

Could it have something to do with the faint roar just now?

had a vague sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

As for the prediction, didn't plan to use it now, and he was going to save all his energy for the last, leaving it to the summoner of Shauns.

looked back at the sacrificial beast behind him.

The salamander's body had grown to a height of nearly ten meters, and the scales that were as fiery as magma all over its body had completely turned dark black, and reddish-brown dark lines appeared on the surface of the scales. Its crimson wings slanted diagonally at the sides of its massive body, flapping from time to time, stirring up gusts of wind mixed with white frozen earth. The sharp arrow barbed at the tip of its tail had already turned into a round ball of thorns, glowing with a cold cold light.

What is even more obvious is that its head resembles a python's head is raised high, and the hot air currents with sparks are constantly exhaled from its body, and as it breathes, the reddish-brown dark lines on the scales of its body also flicker and darken regularly.

This salamander has the ability to breathe fire.

It's just that its beast eyes are still cold, far less agile than Luo's sacrificial beast.

Now that there is no Shauns in his way, and the salamander has the ability to fly and breathe fire, let's move on.

decided to move on, and despite having no competitors, he decided to complete the trial as soon as possible and get what he wanted.

The black-eyed black-haired man who hatched an insect? hadn't forgotten the other party, but with just one insect, he couldn't get to the end of the Lost Trench.

was about to give the order to continue walking, when the salamander behind him suddenly became agitated, its huge body rose high, and a low roar like thunder came out, and after a few flaps of its wings, it suddenly soared into the air.

"Your Excellency, be careful."

The sleeper spoke to, reaching out and pulling out a small fist blade from his waist and placing it on his hands.

's eyes froze.

Yevaya Fist Blade!

The sleeper, who had destroyed countless Shaunes with his bare hands all along, finally pulled out his weapon.

"Mr. Yevaya, what's going on?"

"Lord Heyman, you probably wouldn't mind losing an insignificant dependent."

The sleeper, whom Heyman had called Yevaya, looked down and muttered, then grabbed Heyman and threw it at the back of the salamander that hovered low in the sky.

"Hopefully you're lucky enough not to be trampled into a patty by these abominable rotten meats, dear Mr. Barton."

The sleeper whispered a word to the loose-fitting black-robed insect caller standing behind him, whose face was as pale as moldy milk.

Barton raised his head and followed Yevaya's gaze to the place where heaven and earth met in front of him, and countless black dots were spreading wildly towards the frozen land he was in.

The timid and confused little guy also felt something strange, it looked up and stared forward for a long time, and then looked down at Luo, who was still closing his eyes under him, and his big eyes showed a look of thought.

Shauns's charge was coming again, and it was thinking about how to keep its master out of the flood of Shauns's army.

The young man didn't seem to know that his wings could be used for flight in addition to cutting. Flying is its instinct, and it should not forget.

After it had swallowed the first Shauns, Law forbade it to eat the rotten flesh again, leaving it still the size it had been, not growing in the slightest, and it faintly feeling hungry.

Hunger?

Its fin-like wings finally opened again, and its large, round, agile eyes showed obvious hesitation and struggle.

It left Luo, still limp on the frozen soil, flapped its wings a few times, and flew high into the sky.

Is it finally gone?

Luo realized that his sacrifice beast had flown into the distant sky.

Wrong!

It flew towards the tide of Shauns that was spreading!

As the small black dot in the sky grew larger, the cold wind blew up Luo's black hair.

The little creature was back, as if it had just woken up from a nightmare, its slender body trembling violently, its two tentacles tightly pressed over its large eyes, and the beast's mouth holding a piece of rotten flesh that was twisting wildly.

It went to find food for Lowe, just like the other that had been waiting to be fed, and Lowe found food for him in the barren and hungry land, and it brought back food for Lo from the tide of Shauns, which terrified him.

It was hungry, and it wanted to swallow the rotten flesh, as was evident from the saliva that kept coming out of the corners of its mouth.

But it did not eat any more rotten meat, because its owner had forbidden it to do so.

The little guy's idea is very simple, it thinks that Luo has become like this because of hunger, bring back food to Luo, and Luo will stand up again, protect it again as before, and give it a warm embrace.

Its kiss rubbed against Lowe's flushed cheek again and again, pushing the rotten piece of frozen flesh to Lowe's mouth.

The Shawns army is getting closer.

It knew that it should not be able to go, because its master could not go.

Since you can't go, let's fight!

Its wings spread again, and even its spiky muzzle turned into a terrifying jaw like a Cretaceous Rexsaurus. It began to roar low again, its white belly rubbing violently against the rough frozen soil, and hideous tentacles rapidly growing on either side of its abdomen.

Now it resembles a mutated spider with wings, except that it has no legs, only crazy swaying tentacles.

It slowly retreated until it used its modest body to cover the lying Luo Yan on the ground.

It was familiar with the way Shauns attacked, an absolute control from the depths of consciousness.

The ensuing battle is monotonous and brutal.

The cutting of the wings, the biting of the giant mouth, and the entanglement and tearing of the dozens of tentacles.

The entire frozen soil where Luo was located had completely turned into a sea of irregular rotten flesh, and the beast shadow, which was not huge, had been standing tenaciously, tearing apart all the Shaans who dared to approach again and again.

Eventually, its angry roar turned into a heavy wheez.

It's still too young.