Antakuta grabbed the Earth Dragon's head and spun it around with ease, the Earth Dragon's massive body sweeping through the surrounding aberrations, clearing a small clearing.

Jumping onto the body of the earth dragon, the muscles as hard as steel under his feet were trembling slightly, and he didn't dare to move.

Antarkuta's Shura Eye cut through the night, locking onto the inky black figure from afar.

A hundred-meter-tall, headless, clawless, nine-legged, hundred-eyed chieftain with an earth-shattering roar, claiming to be the existence of an ancestral demon.

Antakuta is like an ant version of the mole to him, small and inconspicuous.

The army of Shura summoned from the second plane formed a military formation, moving forward, slashing and slashing the distortions that stood in their way.

Without wasting time, Antakuta was afraid that the soldiers who were chatting with him would die if he continued to play, so he leapt into the air and ran like a ghost above the head of the aberrant, the two long knives merging into one in the night.

The Demon Ancestor finally noticed the black shadow approaching at high speed in front of him, thousands of eyes blinked at the same time, the surrounding land was divided into a viscous swamp, and countless human creatures made of mud slowly stood up and surrounded Antakuta.

The Demon Ancestor did not continue to focus on the tiny humans below, but looked in the direction of the barrier.

That's where he's targeting.

Even if that human could break through the defenses ahead, he would only be an ant in his eyes.

He let out a roar of rage, urging the mutants to charge forward in the face of bullets.

This is a direct order from the emperor, and in the human barrier in front of him, there is something that the emperor longs for.

Antakuta smiled, "It seems to be ignored, what a fun experience." “

He drew his sword from its sheath, and his eyes gradually became as sharp as a blade.

At this moment, he is no longer a high king, but the most terrible warrior in the world.

Shura's bloodthirsty nature was fully stimulated, and the blade slashed through the muddy humanity, leaving a neat incision.

He was armed with a long knife, and the black light formed a blazing storm around him, and the mud was stirred into pieces in an instant, and there was no time to reassemble.

No amount of aberrations could slow Antakuta any further, and even in total darkness, his knife was still extremely deadly, killing his enemies with accuracy.

Demon Ancestor finally couldn't help it. He looked at Antakuta indifferently, and thousands of eyes glowed with a chilling glow at the same time.

Normal beings would have died in fear in the face of such staring. But Antakuta is not human. Instead, he was stunned for a moment, and said with some surprise: "Hey, it's very cute!" ”

The devil knows how he thinks those thousands of eyes will match the moe word.

"It's a pity, I promised the human leader, otherwise it would be nice to take it away as a pet." Antakuta was a little sorry.

The Demon Ancestor ignored Anta Kuta after his eye attack.

For a moment, he felt that there seemed to be some itching on his body, and when he looked down, he saw that the human being was still there?

Hundreds of tentacles suddenly sprouted from its body, slapping at Antakuta!

King Shura stepped on the scales of his slippery hand and hurried upward, gracefully avoiding the slapping of his tentacles, and stabbed his long knife into the passing eyeballs.

It's fun.

His figure was almost extreme, as if he had appeared in the second place in an instant. The long knives flew, the eyeballs exploded one by one, and the Demon Ancestor let out a howl of pain.

He was furious.

He flicked his tentacles, and each time his massive body caused a powerful earthquake, the innocent deformants were smashed into pulp by the waves of dirt and stones.

Scold!

Antakuta stabbed the knife into the tentacle fiercely, and the next second it appeared behind the tentacle. The tentacles stiffened for a second, then fell to the ground, killing a bunch of aberrants again.

Antakuta's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something funny.

Smash the distortion!

He began to turn his attention away from his poor eyeballs, and instead looked at the tentacles that writhed like seaweed.

All the tentacles froze at the same time.

They instinctively feel that something is wrong.

The Shura army had followed Antakuta to the feet of the Demon Ancestor and surrounded him.

But the Aberrant Chieftain is not so easy to deal with.

Every time it stomped its feet, the sky shattered, and countless Shura disappeared without even raising their shields.

The army of aberrants noticed this and began to flock in the direction of the Demon Ancestor.

Antakuta frantically cut the tentacles, and the Demon Ancestor seemed to lose a lot of weight, and tentacles continued to fall from the air like dandruff.

The distortion underneath panicked and looked up. But in the eternal night, he could not see anything, let alone avoid falling objects when he heard the wind.

The Demon Ancestor didn't dare to move, he felt that if he grew any more tentacles, his army would be gone.

When the emperor asked him, "What about your army?" ”

How would he answer?

Said he was smashed by his own tentacles?

He felt that he might be miserable.

Antakuta cut off the last tentacle and looked at the empty skin in front of him, a little puzzled.

Long! Why isn't it long?

Forget it, let's get eyeballs.

He raised the knife in his hand, only to find that all eyes were closed in an instant.

Antarkuta: ......

Is it necessary?

You're a chief!

Isn't it arrogant when you fight humans?

But in fact, he wronged the Demon Ancestor, even if it is a dozen watchmen, he will not move into an afterimage like him, and then he can cut off the tentacles with a single sword!

Those tentacles are so hard that they can't even pierce armor-piercing bullets.

Antakuta put down his long knife with some disappointment.

Alas, there's nothing to play with, so let's get rid of you and go back to chatting.

Antakuta sighed, her eyes glowing red.

Let's just take a look at how strong the most formidable enemy of the native creatures of this world is.

The army of Shura at the feet of the Demon Ancestor vanished in vain, and they turned into billowing black mist that wrapped around Antarkuta's body.

Ghost god, king of the Shura clan.

Antakuta's humanoid form had completely dissipated, turning into a ten-meter-tall, abyss-like burly body.

His body was made up of churning black mist, and his six arms held a hideous long knife, suspended in the air.

The red light illuminated a radius of ten miles, and the defenders of the 177 Barrier were shocked, and in their eyes, the sky in the distance suddenly turned a boiling red, as if a heavenly catastrophe had descended into the world.

For a time, the heavens and the earth were silent.

The air was scorched by the heat wave, and the aura of the Shura King climbed one by one, and finally he stared at the Demon Ancestor as if looking down at an ant.

The Demon Ancestor's thousand eyes opened, and invisible fluctuations shot out from in front of him, and wherever he passed, the space shattered!

Antakuta raised the knife in his hand.

He stared at the mirror-shattering space and slashed at it.

Time seems to have stopped.

The air seems to freeze.

With the monstrous murderous intent of the Shura King, the heavens and the earth were destroyed!

In an instant, the ground turned into a boiling boiler, and the earthen wall frantically turned out in front of the Demon Ancestor, but it couldn't stop the indomitable sword!

The Demon Ancestor roared angrily, and the bodies of many deformed species exploded violently, and they couldn't bear this roar!

Many human soldiers fell to their knees in agony, their ears buzzing and their headaches splitting.

But in the next second, the roaring stopped.

The tentacles of the Demon Ancestor smashed the space in front of him fiercely, and the huge body rose from the ground, the earth churned, and a canyon tens of meters deep appeared.

It was the mark of a knife.

Demon Ancestor's body was split in half, and he screamed in pain.

But instead of dying, it decisively left most of its body, and a small part of the wriggling flesh went straight into the ground.

Antakuta didn't chase after him, he reverted back to his human form, and smiled contemptuously.

The power of ghosts and gods, as it should be.