The prey pounced, carrying a strong smell of blood and a pungent smell of mud and rancid, and pounced on Luo, who was slightly hunched and holding a saber, and the sacrificial beast that was lying behind Luo, as if frightened, but kept roaring.

The reason why the Nilir saber fits into the limbs* is that its protruding tip and extraordinarily long cutting line, without a trace of cold light, have slashed over its irregular body the moment the prey pounces on it.

The screeching sound of cutting, the screeching sparks, appeared so abruptly between Luo and the seemingly shoddy prey.

The point of the knife slashed through it, leaving only a shallow white line on the surface of the constantly squirming body of the opponent who was about to leave.

The sharp saber did not cut its steely skin.

At the moment when the monster and Luo passed by, the sacrificial beast that had been roaring all the time moved. It still glided across the frozen ground as fast as it had done before, its short mouth slamming into the rotten mass of flesh in front of it.

It was precisely because of this collision that Luo flashed the light emitted from the other party's body.

It is a sacrificial beast, a sacrificial beast born to protect its master, and it is the sharpest knife in the master's hand!

But the knife doesn't seem to be sharp either, as it doesn't seem to be able to pull out.

And from the choked voice that had gradually changed from a low roar to a cry, it was clear to Luo that it seemed to regret his impulse.

A confused look flashed in its big innocent eyes, as if wondering why it was so close to the monster that terrified it so much, and in its still ignorant consciousness, such an intimate act belonged only to the warm back of Lorna.

It began to make eye contact with the dense pustules of the monster in front of it, and the watery eyes showed even greater timidity, and they became tearful.

The other party has more eyes than it, and the other party should be more terrifying than it!

It was frightened, and looked pitifully at Lo, who was walking up step by step.

It didn't want to stay for a second, it wanted to be completely separated from the garbage heap that stuck to its mouth like kraft candy!

Luo's footsteps stopped, and he watched as his beast's fin-like wings stretched and spread rapidly, eventually turning into a pair of huge, almost transparent fleshy wings, with neat serrations like shark teeth all over the edges.

Driven by its immense timidity, the pair of fleshy wings twisted strangely, toward the garbage heap that clung to its mouth.

The rapid flapping of the wings was like a saw blade with full power, and in the painful roar and frantic struggle of the opponent, the irregular body of the opponent was completely sawed in half little by little.

For the ability to cut through flexible objects, a sharp blade can never compare to a jagged serration.

This terrifying chainsaw killer has finally escaped the terrifying existence on his mouth. It lunged towards Luo and threw herself into Luo's arms, its shivering streamlined body proving that it needed Luo's soothing and pampering right now.

Luo gently wiped away the rotten flesh that remained on the edge of its mouth, and patted its head gently, as if to tell it that the other party came to the door to fight first, and that you were the righteous party.

The hideous serrations on the edges of its wings seemed to be smeared with a layer of oil wax, and the viscous bodily fluids quickly trickled down the edges of its wings, and there was not the slightest residue.

After Lo's patient comfort, its frightened wings finally reverted back to the shape of a fin, and the little one, who had lost his mind, began to glide happily on the frozen ground again.

Lowe walked over to the rotten pile of flesh that had been cut open and turned into two piles of garbage.

He is accustomed to using thorough dissection to quickly understand the structure of the opponent's body that he is not familiar with, and the saber in his hand is a good tool for the best.

Luo, who is very good at discovering the weaknesses of his opponents in the process of dissection, failed this time.

There wasn't even a single bone in the monster's body, just a pile of rotten flesh, not even blood vessels or nerves.

And throughout Luo's dissection, the rotten flesh that had been cut into pieces was still wriggling violently, and there were faint signs of gathering again.

Luo even swallowed a disgusting mass of rotten flesh and tried to devour the other party's genes, but in the end found nothing.

It's a worthless mutated object, not even a living thing!

Luo came in to get enough mutant tissue samples, if the opponents are like this monster who still doesn't want to die after being **, then his trial of earning gold coins this time will become meaningless.

Every piece of rotten meat on the ground was wriggling, and even the fine pieces of meat scraps gathered together again, forming pieces of rotten meat that were even more irregular, struggling to get closer to the large pieces of rotten meat.

Immortal?

Flexible skin like steel, extremely strong vitality, immortal body.

That's the conclusion that Lowe reached.

It is impossible for Luo to eat all the rotten meat on the ground, let alone watch the other party gather and be reborn again.

He picked up a piece of rotten meat and threw it to the sacrificial beast, which was still playing and playing.

The little guy was not a picky eater, he swallowed the rotten meat into his mouth with a slight leap, and swallowed it whole, his big eyes staring at Luo with an innocent expression that could not be satisfied.

In this way, the pile of meat balls that were still delusional about regathering and reborn were thrown by Luo to his sacrificial beast piece by piece, and their movements were as skillful as the professional dolphin trainers in the old aquarium.

Luo didn't show much surprise about the strength of his sacrificial beast, but had a faint worry.

If this sacrificial beast developed from insects is so powerful, how terrifying will's salamander be?

After all, whether it is from the appearance or the name, the salamander dragon has an absolute advantage.

I don't even have a decent name!

Lowe's worries were necessary,'s sacrificial salamander was indeed strong enough, so strong that it only needed to eat in peace without having to participate in the killing.

The other Psychic who followed was not his true dependent, but a sleeper.

Summoned back from the wilderness, began to plan his trip to the Lost Trench, even going so far as to wake up his sleeper once again.

Unlike Eris, the Sleeper is mature enough not to sneak away and find his way home, as Eris did.

and his party were in the same situation as Lowe, but before the terrible mass of rotten meat could pounce on it, it was trampled under the feet of the sleeper.

Another Juggernaut, or the Juggernaut who unlocked seventeen pairs of genetic sequences.

The supple skin of this rotten flesh was not even as thin as an eggshell at the feet of the Juggernaut, and with just one light step, its entire body contracted rapidly, and finally curled up into a ball of flesh covered in hair, which was swallowed by the salamander, which was already more than three meters tall.

The salamander was a very strong man, with a long tail covered in large mottled scales as red as magma, a long tail arranged in segments like vertebrae, and a sharp arrow-shaped barb at the tip of the tail. The crimson wings were clasped together against the back, like a cloak soaked in black blood.

As it chewed, its cold eyes swept mercilessly over the frozen soil, squeezing low growls from time to time.

was in front of the salamander, his calm gaze focused on the growing black dot where heaven and earth met.

The road to hunger is over, and now there are more and more Shayns to face. The next thing he had to do was to use endless killing, with enough rotten meat, to make his sacrificial beast grow.

"Mr. Yevaya, please next!"

withdrew his gaze from the myriad black dots that were getting closer and closer, and looked at the sleeper who had been standing silently behind him.

The Sleeper nodded slowly, and took a step in front of, facing the Shaynes who had gradually rushed up.

Shauns, a special kind of being, does not belong to a certain person, or a certain individual, but to a huge mass of rotten flesh, belonging to an entire group of people split from this rotten flesh.

In the private library of the large family, which is rich enough, you may be able to find clues about this group from those old books that have been dusted for countless years.

Sean has not experienced the survival of the fittest in nature, it is just a cheap labor force created at random by some unknown being for his own laziness. They are not self-conscious, but they are strong enough and have bodies that can change into any shape at the will of the summoner.

But the unknown existence was finally annihilated in the long river of history, but these seemingly forgotten slaves did not disappear with their masters, and still survived tenaciously in this huge trench.