This is a Roshan-shaped stitching monster, and its size is not much larger than the one I encountered in Longqi Town. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that Wang Qi, who only had the initial strength of the soul, could only be chased and fled, but at this moment, he already had the strength to fight with him.

The pale soul flame burst out of its body, leaping over a distance of more than ten meters, and the right fist wrapped in the bone spirit armor slammed into the frost-covered right arm of the stitching monster with unparalleled momentum.

Although compared to the size of the two sides, Wang Qi's punch was like a baby smashed on an adult, but in fact, it was impossible for a soul flame-level powerhouse to completely ignore the momentum of a powerful attack, even if it was an existence of the same level.

The frozen flesh was shattered to pieces, mixed with ice slag and splattered in all directions. However, if it's just this kind of damage, it doesn't count as a scrape for an undead golem like Stitching Monster. But no one paid attention, the moment Wang Qi's fist made contact with the other party, a secret rune in the palm of his hand suddenly flickered.

"Whew-"

The stitching monster's ugly face suddenly twisted into a ball, and he raised his head and let out a deafening howl, and his fat body took several steps back uncontrollably.

That's right, the rune in Wang's hand was the rune that had been stripped from the bone bow of the skeleton archer that was tracking him after killing him. Although this rune king chess does not know its meaning, its special effect is to make undead creatures who originally had no pain feel unbearable pain.

The corpse owl who fought against Wang Qi for the first time before suffered such a loss, and this time the object of the loss became the stitching monster in front of him. I have to say that the special effects of this rune are really domineering, and even the undead puppet like the Stitching Monster who does not have much autonomy cannot be exempted, so that Wang Qi has to doubt its origin.

Of course, now is not the time to dig deeper. While knocking off his opponent with one blow, Wang Qi landed on the roof of a bus together. He stomped lightly with his left foot, and a line of fire quickly spread under his feet. And so not only the bus under his feet, but also the many vehicles that were piled up next to him as cover by the humans, were all swept up in it.

The Soul Fire Master activated, and four or five vehicles of different sizes twisted and entangled like plasticine, forming a huge arm in an instant, and the fist, which was bigger than the front of the truck, slammed straight into the stitching monster's head.

"Bang-"

The blow was more than twice as loud as the previous one, and the stitcher's fat body slammed back like a ball from the ruins of the building it had knocked open. The huge impact caused the small building, which had collapsed half of its side, to finally collapse completely.

With smoke and dust billowing and a blur in his field of vision, Wang Qi stood with his hands down, neither pursuing nor retreating, as if waiting for the opponent's counterattack.

Sure enough, such a counterattack did not have to wait too long, and a terrible sound of breaking the air sounded, and a hammered Passat sedan flew through the unsettled dust and fog of the ruins, and its momentum was no less than that of artillery bombardment.

Wang Qi raised his eyebrows, and the huge metal arm next to him opened his five fingers to pick up the flying car, but the power of this throw was obviously beyond his expectations, the metal giant palm was thrown by the flying car, and it snapped into two, and the car that could no longer see the prototype in the impact still smashed down on the top of Wang Qi's head.

"Humph!"

Wang Qi snorted coldly, followed with his right foot, and another line of fire spread, and the four cars close to his right were once again controlled by the Soul Fire Master, turning into a new arm, grabbing the wreckage of the car that was already less than two meters above Wang Qi's head.

The dull footsteps sounded again, and the stitch monster that had been punched and deflated its head walked back again. This time, however, it had an extra mace more than three meters long and thicker than a bucket. The jet-black body and crimson raised spikes are made of what kind of material, obviously if they are hit by it, even if it is Wang Qi's defeated body, it will definitely not be comfortable.

However, Wang Qi's gaze only stayed on the hideous mace for a moment before turning away, because what really deserved his attention was not the furious stitching monster, but the figure who walked out behind the stitching monster with his hands together.

This is the man behind the stitching monster - the scavengers!

Obviously, this scavenger is also a soul-flame level existence, and it looked at Wang Qi, who was standing on the roof of the bus, looking at him condescendingly with a dull gaze like a dead fish, and then suddenly spoke, and said in a fairly smooth undead lingua franca:

"You've crossed the line, alien corpse knight. This is my hunting ground......"

"So what?"

Wang Qi lifted his chin disdainfully. When it comes to the use of the lingua franca of the undead, he is much more fluent than these pure-blooded undead who have just acquired language skills, and even the scavengers who have always been poor at communication can hear the obvious provocation in his tone.

"Do you want to provoke a war? Arrogant outsiders! ”

The scavenger's voice was a little angry, and it let go of its tangled ten fingers, and pointed in the direction of Wang Qi with its fingertips, "Don't forget, this is my territory!" ”

As if to confirm its words, countless dense footsteps came from both ends of the originally silent street, and in just two breaths, a large group of zombies appeared under black pressure, among which there were eight corpse warriors carrying battle pillars at the forefront.

It seemed that he felt the strength of the enemy, and the four Blood Skeleton servants behind Wang Qi also took a fighting posture, but the absolute difference in numbers had almost already announced the outcome of this battle.

Wang Qi didn't speak, and he didn't even use his spare eyes to glance at the zombie group that was gradually closing around, still staring indifferently and indifferently at the scavengers who were a hundred meters away on the opposite side.

However, his silent behavior was immediately recognized by the other party as a cowardly act. The scavenger bent down and let out a strange laugh as ugly as a night owl, and then spoke:

"Surrender me, hand over your servants, and make up for my loss by offering the living captives you hide on the rooftops of the building over there. Otherwise, the bodies of you and your minions will be excellent materials for me to construct a new puppet! ”

"Hehe......"

Wang Qi also laughed, his voice was full of unstoppable mockery in the other party's tone, he stretched out a thumbs up, then turned around and pointed fiercely at his feet, and sneered:

"I dare to wait here for you to show up, and I will be sure to clean you up. Just rely on you, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, who want to deal with me? Dream! ”

Although he couldn't read Wang Qi's gestures, the scavengers could still hear their contempt for themselves in his words. Suddenly, a nameless anger rushed to his head.

Raising its hands, it was about to make the stitchers and their subordinates around them work together to tear the unknown outsider to pieces. But suddenly, its movements froze in place, as if it were bound by countless invisible chains......

(To be continued.) )