The old Joe's body was as thin as a monkey, but his hands and feet were long, his legs were half longer than his body, and his two arms were especially long, twice as long as his long legs.

His arms were outstretched, more than three meters wide, and a gray film was growing on them. The film was thick and flexible like deerskin satin, and it was attached to the ribs down to the thighs.

A few thick tendons were born from under the ribs to make scaffolds, which radiated out in a fan-shaped shape, forming two fleshy wings. The wings are topped with long, thin claws with long nails, identical to those of bats.

"Whew! Call! Whew......"

Old Joe flapped his wings, quickly coming and going above everyone's heads, looking for opportunities to attack, his movements were incredible, and Batman was simply inferior to him.

"Hulalala!"

The big bat saw the opportunity and brazenly attacked.

His wings whipped through the air with the sound of the wind, and a pair of sharp claws slashed across the heads of the crowd.

On the ground, the eyes of the people moved with his shape, holding weapons and looking for an opportunity to attack him. Stabbed with spears, smashed with mallets, shot arrows and threw spears, but all failed.

"Click!"

Old Qiao flew over a tree on the cliff, and his sharp claws kicked the trunk, and he actually broke a tree with a thick bowl at the waist.

Seeing him so ferocious, the crowd did not dare to attack rashly, and they all crouched down, prostrating themselves to avoid his dangerous claws.

Old Joe harassed back and forth a few times, but he didn't dare to fly too low, and he didn't hurt anyone. The warriors felt his pattern, emboldened again, and tried to take risks and fight back.

"Old mouse, eat me a spear!"

When a warrior saw Old Joe rushing towards him in a low voice, he suddenly stood up, roared, and threw his spear at him.

The two sides were very close, only three or four meters apart, and the strength of the spear was extremely strong, buzzing, and in a blink of an eye, it shot into Lao Qiao's chest.

"Woohoo!"

Old Joe screamed, and suddenly his body turned, and the short spear flew close to his stomach.

"Shhhh

Before the warrior could react, a large bat flew over his head, its claws slashing across the warrior's body with a terrible sound.

"Poof!"

The warrior's neck suddenly spewed out a large mist of blood, more than a meter away.

"Uh......"

He clutched his neck with a desperate face, trying to hold down the blood-spurting wound, but the wound was so big that it almost cut half of his neck, and the bleeding couldn't stop at all.

"Poof!"

The warrior's eyes rolled and he lay straight to the ground.

When the others saw this, they were all shocked.

However, those present were the bravest warriors of all races, and they were not intimidated. After everyone was just stunned for a while, they suddenly became angry, and they all stood up and chased after the big bat.

Old Joe's skills are so good, the speed of flight is very fast, and it is extremely flexible, like a bat, easily changing direction and flipping in the air.

How could an ordinary human running on his legs on the ground attack him? Not only is the attack useless, but it also exposes itself to danger.

"Ahh

Another warrior screamed and was kicked under the cliff by a big bat, and in the process of falling, the man was caught up by Lao Qiao again, and with a volley blow, blood splashed.

"Poof...... Burst...... Burst...... Poof......"

Old Joe was extremely cruel, and kept sprinting at the warrior, cutting a big wound in him every time.

By the time he fell to the ground, the man had been attacked five or six times, his body was torn apart, and he was already dead in the air.

"Aha!"

Old Qiao laughed arrogantly, flew straight up from the blood mist that was still floating in the air, covered in blood, and appeared on the mountain road again.

He rushed straight to a height of dozens of meters, suddenly paused, his body was temporarily in the air, and then he rushed down with his head and feet.

His speed was getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the ground, and people were a little worried about whether he would crash to death on the rocky ground.

The warriors were stunned to see their companions die so miserably. None of them dodged, and raised their spears against the big bat that fell overhead, hoping that the monster would hit the tip of the spear by itself.

"Poof!"

When the big bat was about to hit the spearhead, it suddenly turned over with a harrier, spun around, and flew out lightly, interspersed with agility through the crowd.

"Ahhhh

Those who passed by were all scratched by the claws on his wings, and they all cried out in pain, splashing blood all the way.

"Birds, it's too much to deceive!"

Chongmeng was in the last position, predicted Lao Qiao's route, and smashed it with a stick in advance.

The big bat's body flickered to one side, grazing the stick and flying past, one foot hooked towards his head.

Chongmeng was taken aback, and hurriedly fell forward with the force of the big stick, and his long toenails cut three wounds on his scalp, and blood flowed all over his face.

Old Joe attacked Chongmeng during the flight, rushed out of the crowd in the blink of an eye, and then galloped around the outer edge of the crowd, attacking from behind the warrior who had not had time to turn around.

"Ahhhh

There was another series of screams, and all the warriors rose in pain, and a series of wounds were cut on their backs.

The hairy savage Wuzhiqi happened to be blocking Lao Qiao's road, and he had to sweep it away with a stick.

But as soon as he pulled up the stick, he was already rushed in front of him by the big bat, and his two claws took advantage of the forward momentum to poke Wu Zhiqi's chest fiercely.

"Poof!"

The sharp toenails directly pierced the unwielding breastplate, poking out several holes in the tough breastplate.

Fortunately, the armor of the Mao savage was all double-layered rattan armor, three centimeters thick, although it was pierced by Lao Qiao's claws, but it was only pierced by four or five centimeters.

The long nails poked several holes in Wuzhiqi's chest, and blood gushed out. However, the skin of the hairy savage is thick and rough, and this injury can only be regarded as scratching the skin, and it is not a big problem.

Old Joe's momentum was very strong, and he would have been kicked away if he were a human, but Wu Zhiqi only took a few steps back, and immediately stabilized his body.

This attack slowed down Lao Qiao's movements, and Lao Hei beside Wu Zhiqi saw the opportunity and jumped over, also smashing it with a big stick.

Old Joe smiled, bent his legs, borrowed strength from Wu Zhiqi, and flew into the air again, while the claws on his wings swept over the old black face.

"Whew!" Lao Hei's face was covered in blood, his helmet was cracked, and he howled angrily.

It was the elite warriors led by Chongmeng who fought fiercely with Lao Qiao, they stood in the rear, and the dragon spirit and others in front were entangled by Xiao Qiao.

When he fought Xiao Qiao for the first time, Long Jing thought that this woman was just like this, not his opponent.

Unexpectedly, after the woman used a trick, she actually beat him and several assistants and retreated.