Having cleared most of the encircled trialists, Dawn did not hesitate to use the team rally order again.

Their entire squad had three assembly orders, and only two of them were used, and there was also a guarantee.

Not far away, the King of Slaughter, who was chasing everyone around, was already dazed by the blood everywhere, like a headless fly whirling around.

The night looked at it with a face full of curiosity. The clown next to him had the same expression as him. They all want to see what this big guy will become when he evolves again.

As for the conditions for shrinking the circle, the clown almost figured it out. To put it simply, after a certain number of trialists are eliminated, the trial world will begin to shrink.

And after Dawn killed so many trialists, Battle Royale also met the conditions for the second circle of shrinkage.

Not far away, the King of Slaughter stood abruptly, and then, clutching its head and looking up to the sky, roared hoarsely as if it was about to shatter the sky.

And with its cry, its body began to change significantly. The most prominent thing is its figure. This big guy rose from the ground like a bamboo shoot, growing from the original five meters straight to about seven meters. The proportions of the body have hardly changed.

A thick layer of armor grew on its body again, like a black-armored general, standing proudly on the spot. On the top of its head, a long horn gradually stretched out, like a crown, over the king's head.

"Captain, its name has changed." Daytime shook his watch and said.

"Lord of the Slayer? I feel super evolved......" The night stared at the big man who was destroying the city everywhere, and spit out to himself.

As the Lord of Slaughter destroys, one by one the hidden trialists begin to appear. But they consciously did not provoke the Dawn and the beast, but moved quickly until they disappeared into the ruins.

"Lewd stream, they want to hide and pick up the leak at the end, captain, I'm going to do them?" The clown said with a grin into the night.

The night nodded: "Go ahead." He didn't care if these people were here to provoke him, since it was a battle royale, it meant that they were all aliens except for his own people. Since it is an outlier, it is natural to get rid of it as soon as possible.

The clown got the order, left the team with the little puppet, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. And in the distance, many monsters were driven out by the Lord of Slaughter. They are jealous of the Lord of Slaughter, but they are dissatisfied with the encroachment on their territory, so they confront the Lord of Slaughter.

But who is the Lord of Killing, it is a tyrant in the name of killing, how can it be stopped by a swarm of ants.

I saw that with a wave of its big arm, the slender exoskeleton was like a spear, and it swept away a monster in an instant, and the spear pointed between them, setting off bursts of bloody rain.

The monsters that block it are not strong, and there is a gap between them and the Lord of Killing. Even after two evolutions, their attacks still couldn't break through the Killing Lord's epidermal defenses.

Behind the Lord of Slaughter, Dawn Squad was following it closely. Anyway, when you have nothing to do, you always have to find something to do for yourself, and following it, there is no doubt that you can find a lot of hidden trialists.

No, at the feet of the Lord of Slaughter, there is a guy hiding under the manhole cover who is sneaking along the borehole. There is no doubt that this group of guys who hide themselves are not strong, and in order to get a good result in the end, they have to survive in this way.

However, this guy was so unlucky that he didn't see a white-haired young man walking towards him, and raised his white pen knife and smashed it down on his head.

Half a second later, the unlucky comrade who had been opened turned into a white light and disappeared, leaving only a trail of blood and a little white embellishment.

Then, without saying much during the day, he raised his two-meter-long broadsword and swooped straight at the thigh of the Lord of Slaughter.

Tomorrow is not long after, and the Sand Jiao will rush to the Lord of Slaughter with a sea of sand, trying to corrode its cloak as quickly as possible.

The other three stayed where they were, just watching them do it. The day's skill came first, and Bai Rainbow turned the knife into a small white pillar, piercing straight into the calf of the Lord of Killing, and with the momentum, pushed one foot into the air.

It was only in the first turn that the Lord of Slaughter fell forward to the ground, falling to the ...... In the River of Stygian Sands......

Tomorrow, when the opponent falls, in line with the principle of beating the water dogs, the Sand Waterfall Burial buries the Lord of Killing tightly.

The cold sand attached to the Yellow Spring ran down its skin, little by little into its flesh, like ice needles, scurrying in the clothes of the Lord of Slaughter.

Then, the pressure of the Sand Waterfall burial also came in an instant, and Rao was the body of the Lord of Killing, and it could not withstand such a huge force.

In the yellow sand, its armor gradually cracked, revealing the red-black skin inside.

"Ink knife. Red. Iron! In mid-air, the two-handed knife with his hair turning red was in both hands, and the entire body of the Polar Day Knife grew to more than three meters long, and turned into red flames, flying in the air.

The red polar sun turned into a red cake, like a pressure cooker lid, and swooped down on the dark sand on the ground.

Tomorrow, with a lift of his right hand, he will control the dark sand to disperse, exposing the Lord of Slaughter, who has been frozen to death, in front of the eyes of the polar day.

Its head is best preserved, but the horns on its head are broken by the pressure of the Sandfall burial. Seeing this, Daytime rounded the knife in his hand on his head and smashed it straight into the head of the Lord of Slaughter.

"Bang! Snort-" Two voices rang out from the skull of the Lord of Slaughter. The first sound is the sound of collision, and the second is the sound of roasting meat......

"Aang!" The Lord of Slaughter was so hot that he screamed loudly, but his vision was obscured and he couldn't lock the position of the day, so he had to use his hand to grab the polar sun on his face.

But the knife of the polar day can be long or short, soft or rigid, how can it be caught by the other party so easily. I saw that the polar day shrank suddenly, and the original three-meter blade instantly shrank to one meter, easily avoiding the big hand of the Lord of Killing.

Not far away, the night was holding the knife, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly. Then, with a tap on his toes, he left a small pit in his place, and in the blink of an eye he was over the head of the Lord of Slaughter.

Instead of using the moon step, he put himself upside down in the air, and with the influence of gravity, he rushed straight to the ground.

His right hand grasped the hilt of the Polar Night, and in the moment it staggered with the Lord of Slaughter, the Night Blade erupted on its face, sending ripples of flesh and blood.

The Lord of Slaughter was directly gnawed off half of its head by the Night, but its vitality was tenacious, and after receiving this fatal blow, it still roared, and its hands danced incessantly, but unfortunately, it was no longer able to stand up......

Day and night took the knife one after another, and they knew that this guy was dying, and they didn't have the heart to make up for it.

Tomorrow the stygian sand was disbanded, just a few small yellow snakes were placed on the ground, allowing them to hide along the surrounding ruins. This is the eye he left behind, the Serpent.

The monsters around them are not very strong, so they are quite afraid of these guys who have defeated the Lord of Slaughter. But their nature is unchangeable, and they still have fantasies about the "flesh and blood" of the trialists.

So, they kept wandering around, their eyes glued to the crowd, silently waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The night is not interested in them, these guys can't even beat the Lord of Slaughter, let alone fight them.

Since Dawn is still the boss here, there is no need to be forced to flee. They have to take this opportunity to exercise themselves, or else, this game is not in vain?

While the monsters around him were still roaring, the Lord of Slaughter had gradually lost its life, and its only remaining big eyes were widening and widening, but the pain on its body seemed to be leaving its body.

Or perhaps, it's not the pain that leaves the body, but the ...... It doesn't feel any pain anymore.

Finally, the Lord of Slaughter let out a last unwilling roar, and finally tilted his head, his body stopped moving, and he completely lost his breath......

Until it died, its eyes were still full of murderous intent and resentment, staring closely at the dark body standing not far from it. However, neither the dead nor the dead monsters are a threat. In this trial, death ...... It's the end......

However, although the Lord of Slaughter is dead, the night has been frowning. He looked at the corpse of the Lord of Slaughter and always felt that something was wrong.

He always felt that this sword night sword could not actually kill such a powerful monster. According to his predictions, the knife would tear off all of its outer leather armor at most, but it would never have been possible to split its head in half with a single slash. It's as if ...... The power of the night is very restrained by this guy......

In the Lord of Slaughter, the night seems to have some sense with it, as if they were the same ......

Shaking his head, the night put his thoughts behind first. He decided to take the trial in front of him first, and then think about what he didn't have.

He turned his head to look at the monsters who didn't want to retreat, and then, the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc.

"Come, let's compete and see who kills more monsters!" After speaking, the night drew the knife and left, leaving only the shadow of the knife in the sky.