"Kill!"

"Kill these fishmen!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

Amid the pretentious shouts, thousands of professionals attacked from three fronts at the same time. This seemed to be about to bulldoze the fish-man village in one fell swoop, and frightened the fish-people huddled in the abandoned village.

Under the command of the fish-man elders, they also let out as fierce strange cries as possible, and swarmed up to meet them.

In just half a minute, the two sides were in battle.

But the distribution of human occupations looks strange to the fish-people. Instead of the previous strip attack, it was changed to a grid format. Each team of professionals is separated by a distance of five or six meters, which is enough for a truck to pass!

"What's the use of these rumbling, self-running tin boxes?"

Watching the trucks speeding in under cover, the fish people were a little confused. There are also some Fishman Wizards and Tidal Fishman Shooters who feel uneasy and try to destroy these trucks.

It's just that, under the full suppression of the human professions, the fish-man's attacks are scattered and unformed, and occasionally a few can only hit the front of the truck.

After temporary reinforcement, it was clear that this level of attack would not be enough to destroy the truck. Even if a few of them were unlucky enough to be destroyed in the middle of the road, most of the trucks loaded with fuel made it into the fish-man's village and soon drove into the muddy terrain that had been flooded by the lake.

This is almost the deepest part of what a human professional can accompany and cover.

The "old drivers" who drove also knew this, and seeing the truck stuck in the quagmire, they all stuck the accelerator and began to jump out of the car and flee.

The signal to retreat was given.

"Watch for cover! Alternate retreat! ”

While commanding loudly, Fang Jin ordered all the ranged professionals to use all their mana to attack the fish-man who was chasing them with all their might, cutting off a safe evacuation zone.

The sudden attack of the human beings and the sudden retreat were abrupt, leaving only fifty or sixty large iron boxes, which made the fish people a little confused.

At this time, finally a fish-man noticed the contents of the back of the truck and tried to break the black iron can.

Streams of pungent smell of oil flowed out of the tank cracks and floated on the muddy water.

The smell became stronger and stronger, and soon spread through the air.

The amphibious fishmen living in the Twilight plane have obviously never seen such things, but some of them are smart enough to sense the danger. It's just that when two different planes and knowledge are not equal, even if the fish people want to break their heads, they can't figure out where the danger comes from!

"After all, it's just some low-level guys!"

Seeing that everything went smoothly in the plan, many fishmen even dared to approach the truck, and Fu Chengjian's face showed a trace of disdain.

Then, I looked to the other side of the front of the fishing village.

He's waiting for a signal to do it all!

Because the contents of the plan were explained in advance, the professionals who attacked in the front row retreated quickly. Half a minute later, seeing everyone return to their safe positions, Fang Jin ordered someone to send out the agreed signal.

Three arrows roared into the air!

Coincidentally, hundreds of mages and archers threw their flame-based skills at the trucks trapped deep in the village.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

An earth-shattering explosion rang out from the center of the abandoned fish-man village.

Because the sound was so dense, dozens of explosions sounded one after another on top of each other, giving the impression that they had only exploded a few times. But the explosions like volcanic eruptions were like a twelve-level storm, deeply shocking everyone.

That's nearly 200 tons of fuel!

The excessively violent explosion, accompanied by the splash of fuel, shrouded a radius of hundreds of meters in an instant. The interaction of dozens of blast shockwaves directly razed almost all the houses in the abandoned village to the ground. Countless oils, which had not had time to burn, leaked onto the surface of the water and burst into flames, turning the village into a sea of fire.

If it were an ordinary human, then in an instant, there would have been no living people in the village.

But even the fish-people with a strength of more than a dozen levels and extremely tenacious vitality could not resist for too long in this apocalyptic natural disaster. As amphibians, they already hate fire. At this moment, it was deeply immersed in the black smoke of the sea of fire, scorched by the scorching and high temperatures, and the shock wave of the explosion continued to impact, and it was hit almost instantly.

"This blow, I'm afraid it's no less than the elemental mage's level 25 ultimate-meteor fire shower, and it's a non-stop blow in the whole map!"

Witnessing the frightened and desperate howls of thousands of fishmen, in vain looking for safety in the sea of fire, Fang Jin was in an extraordinarily calm mood, assessing the effect of the explosion.

Monsters of different races have a life-and-death relationship with humans.

In the past six years, the human race was wiped out under the blows of various Twilight Plane monsters, and those monsters did not have the slightest mercy for humans.

The reborn Fang Jin naturally did not have the slightest sympathy for these damned fishmen.

The dead fish-man is the best!

Compared with him, the mood of other professionals is relatively complicated. After all, the scene of those fish-men screaming, rolling, and wailing in the sea of fire is still a bit scary.

But in the great war that came one day, the number of human professionals who died at the hands of the fish-people was really not a small number. In almost every profession, there are friends or at least people who are familiar with them.

As long as they are remembered, there will not be much sympathy for the living humans.

Everyone just stared at the terrifying sea of fire in silence, and occasionally someone muttered something quietly. More of it, waiting for the flames to burn out - and then they'll be able to sweep into the village and clean up the battlefield!

In the crackling fire, the temperature of the fire rose sharply.

Some of the remaining houses on the edge also collapsed one after another in the continuous burning. A large amount of water from the lake that had previously poured into the village evaporated sharply in the terrible heat, further killing the fishmen, and producing a large amount of water vapor, enveloping the sea of fire in a white mist.

There, it's a forbidden area for life!

Not to mention that the fish-man is only a ten-level existence, equivalent to the bronze level of humans, even if it is a silver-level monster, it is difficult to completely immune to this high temperature.

Unless they have obtained the Golden Rank, ordinary creatures have the strength to resist this natural flame.

"Really...... It's horrible! ”

Fu Chengjian and Hu Shanhai looked at the burning village silently, not knowing what to say in their hearts. If there were still people who doubted the power of this fire attack, now, they will only worry that this sea of fire will be too powerful, and all the items and materials that might be valuable in the fish-man village will be burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind!

Finally, the flames raged to the extreme, and the fish-man could no longer bear the damage, and rushed out of the burning village in agony.

What awaits them is the attack of the human profession.

The other fishmen, some of them scurryed into Chaohu Lake in embarrassment - they were lucky enough to save their lives. Others, frightened, tried to retreat to the deepest part of the water in the middle of the village, and then went underwater.

But the gasoline flowed down the stagnant water to the whole village, where it burned quietly on the water.

There is simply no place to hide!

Even the stagnant water that has been poured back is gradually boiling at this high temperature! And with it evaporated, there was an unbearable smell of burnt and foul smell!

Thousands of fish-men, the lowest-level fish-man slave laborers, were almost all burned to charcoal.

Most of the powerful fish-man wizards and mutant fish-man warriors were also seriously injured, or fled into Chaohu Lake in a panic, almost no threat at all.

Only the most feared existence of human professionals, the projection of the abyssal tentacle Mel Langne, is still quiet and silent, hiding in the muddy underground.

But how long can it be hidden?