A group of human witchers are trapped in this easy and difficult place to defend, but at this time, this is also a Jedi for them to escape.

Many witchers complained, but more sat back in silence. After swapping places with the Witcher who was fighting in front of them, they hurried to regain their strength and spirit. Many witchers checked their ammunition and found a shortage.

In the midst of this group, there is an inconspicuous young girl.

At this time, the girl's brow furrowed, because she seemed to feel the Force appear around her. And it doesn't feel like it's fleeting, it's just a constant flow of appearing and leaving, reappearing and leaving again.

However, thinking of the place where the outer universe and the inner universe meet, wanting to meet an earthling with the Force is tantamount to buying a lottery ticket for ten years and ten years in a row, and the girl's face is more helpless at this time.

The witcher on the side sighed when he saw the girl, and thought that he felt that he had no chance of living, so he patted his chest and made promises.

"Don't worry, as long as you're by my side, you'll be absolutely safe!"

"Yes, yes, we'll protect you!"

"Your gun is out of ammunition, come, use mine, my strength is very powerful!"

Many male witchers were there to offer their respects, but the maiden was in no mood to waste time with them. Standing among these people, the girl felt as if she had been knocked out of the mortal world after becoming a god, and she needed to start all over again. And these people around her are too far away from her aesthetics.

Just when she didn't pay attention to these people at all and waited alone, several demon hunters on the side showed jealousy in their eyes, and their tones were yin and yang.

"Hmph, do you really think you're pretty?"

"What kind of attitude, when others talk to you like this, they don't respond."

"It's just too proud, and I don't have any strength."

"It's just a vase."

Several of the witchers were female witchers with five big and three thick bodies, and of course they were very unhappy to see Isabela being treated like this. As for the other beautiful witch next to them, they didn't dare to speak, all because of each other's murderous reputation.

Ashley, known as the Icefield Rose, was slowly bleeding ice from her body at this time, and everyone's hopes were on her at this time.

The demon hunters were surrounded here at this time, and they couldn't leave if they wanted to. But if they can freeze a certain direction with ice, say a passage to a canyon, or a road on a volcano, they have a chance to leave.

But the idea is good, but it's too hard to realize.

Because the temperature of the volcano here reaches more than 3,000 degrees Celsius, many of the fires are not black and red, but cyan.

And Ashley, known as the Ice Rose and has the ability to freeze, can only freeze for three seconds.

It looks great, but it doesn't save people at all. And once Ashley uses her ability to forcibly take some of the witchers out quickly, the demons outside will be able to detect their movements, and under the onslaught, the rest of the people who can't escape will all die. As for those who are taken away, they can't escape the demons who are much faster than their physical bodies.

The new method that Ashley came up with was to use the ability to freeze quickly to create a wide bridge. If you can take them across the bridge to the other side of the cliff, they will be able to escape.

Just trying to do it, there are many problems.

The biggest problem is the size of the canyon, the distance of the canyon is more than 300 meters, and the icicles that Ashley freezes out are only more than 100 meters each time. At this time, many icicles were erected beside her, and Ashley wanted to strengthen the icicles so that if she could build a path, she would be able to create a wider path, and finally become a bridge for interpretation.

Many people were around like flies, and Isabela had a little upset on her face.

If it weren't for the lack of strength and the fact that he didn't have the right equipment in his hands, Ishabela would have done it a long time ago. At this time, Isabella was silently recalling the method taught to her by the old god in her heart, constantly feeling the breath of hell, although it was a little difficult, but in the memory, there seemed to be a little dark cloud in the air.

"No, it's still a little bit worse, if there is more time, my Force will be able to release the power of thunder according to the vision in my heart." Isabella muttered to herself, and in silence, continued to sense this.

The demons sensed something in the air that they shouldn't have seen, and many of them looked at it, but after seeing the dark clouds, they didn't pay any attention to it. There is nothing in hell, but a large dark cloud, and it is not unseen.

Many demons no longer continued to pay attention, but after Yang Chong happily attacked the demons again and again, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky were a different scene in Yang Chong's eyes.

"How can there be a Force in this dark cloud?" Yang Chong was surprised in his heart, watching the dark clouds condense with difficulty, but there was no lightning and thunder, inexplicably, Yang Chong stopped and began to observe carefully.

Just when Yang Chong fell into an inexplicable comprehension, the long icicles made by Ashley of the Ice Rose were finally completed.

The witcher next to him shouted excitedly, "It's successful, Ashley's icicle is successful, as long as you can throw it, you can ......"

As he was talking, a long whip suddenly flew like an arrow.

The ability of the talking witcher is to make himself very powerful, usually only allowing him to chop demons with a huge and heavy axe, but now he is the best choice to hold an icicle. But the moment he screamed, the whip pierced his chest.

"Ahh

With a scream, the witcher fell completely. Witchers are powerful, but they are still human. As a large bloody hole opened in his chest, the barbs on the whip hooked all the internal organs inside him, and the roars and energy around him were transmitted.

A few witchers were quick to save the icicles, and more witchers were moving directly at the demon who had struck.

At this time, after the demon made a move, the demon hunters saw that there was a demon hiding here, right next to them, but they never found out. One of the demon hunters also remembered that he had just sat on the stone of the demon's incarnation for a while.

Behind this demon was a stone, but instead of growing with its body, its body was a large mass of twisted soft flesh, and when he started it, he immediately flew across it like a rubber and ejected itself.

Many attacks missed, shattering the ground a lot, and the armor of a witcher armed with a special machete on the side ejected, which was the R-type of the witcher suitable for witchers.

He chased after him directly, and many rays of energy hit the demon, and the bean-like gummies hit the jelly and bounced off one after another. But the witcher didn't say a word, and after getting closer to catch up, he saw a stroke in his hand.

Scold!

The flash of the knife flashed, and a thick but sharp mark was cut through the ground, and all obstacles in the path were cut together.

The witcher stood still and lowered his hand, and the demon that flew out in the distance had turned into two soft lumps of flesh.

"Click!"

The demon died, but the icicles on the side were too heavy, and several people couldn't hold them, but because of their indiscriminate efforts, not only did they fail to hold the icicles, but they let the icicles shatter and fall towards the abyss.

The hearts of many witchers sank, and their hearts sank.

"It's over." I don't know who said it with a pale face, and the demon hunters next to him didn't speak, as if they all acquiesced.

Isabela, who was in the crowd, was also in turmoil, and suddenly the dark clouds that were about to condense failed and her perception was interrupted.

The atmosphere of death permeated their hearts, no one thought they could live, and everyone knew that they were going to die.

Many of the witchers gave up on themselves, and they didn't move when they were supposed to replace the already weak witchers. The witchers in front of them couldn't stand it, so they could only retreat one after another. The living space of the canyon, which was originally quite wide, was compressed, and the demon hunters felt even more desperate when they came back to their senses and looked at the demons who were close to them.

Even if the demons are constantly decreasing because of Yang Chong's sneak attacks, there are constantly small groups of demons scattered out, looking for Yang Chong's footprints and realms, but their number is too much. At this time, the momentum is not weak at all.

The anger of the demons seemed to be linked, and their blood qi also combined into a large mass, and a huge ball of blood qi seemed to float above their heads, and at this time, they continued to charge into battle with this mass of blood qi.

The IQ of these demons is their hard wound, but at this time, charging into battle has become their most powerful weapon.

As for the ability of humans to think, not only did it not bring any good, but instead catalyzed their defeat without a fight.

A large number of humans are retreating, and the usual strength of the demon hunters cannot be released at this time, because of the psychological pressure and war-weariness, the demon hunters who have not died just now began to die continuously. Many witchers were devoured by the witchers in front of them because they had no intention of fighting and could not be rescued.

The demon hunters in the back didn't want to die, so they could only flee further back.

Seeing the demons charging wildly, the demon hunters who were still shouting "will protect you" fled one after another, their speed getting faster and faster. And the witches who mocked Isabela were not slow, and when they saw Isabela suddenly standing there, they laughed in their hearts as if they were stupid.

But even in the crowd, only a handful of witchers trying to keep the situation going noticed what Isabella noticed.

More specifically, not a thing, but a vision!

The black clouds swept in the air, and in the huge black clouds that rotated like a vortex, the electric light flickered, and with a "boom", a terrifying thunderbolt was released!

Isabela's physical body is powerful, but at this time she is only restricted, and the restriction is being lifted. So she saw a person in the black cloud, and that person turned out to be his acquaintance!

"Yang Chong!?" Ishabera exclaimed, and a thunderbolt as thick as a truck in the black vortex bombarded the demons, and a flash of lightning fell to the ground and spread out, killing thousands of demons!

It's so strong!