In the middle of the night, while Torture Blade was quietly hunting in the city, five dark figures had already arrived outside Mohan Town.

"It smells of blood." The dark figure sniffed in the air.

Another dark shadow said, "It seems that the commander is right. ”

After saying that, he disappeared.

In the city, Tortureblade slashed the calamity into a pool of blood with a serrated machete in his hand.

At this time, the disaster in the city has been quietly disposed of by the torture blade, more than four hundred.

During this time, Torture Blade perfectly enforced the rules he had set for himself, and when he killed a disaster, he did not alarm any of the surrounding disasters.

Drag the body into the house next to it.

The moonlight shone on the land, the streets through which the blade passed, and all the calamities disappeared. Even the corpses were neatly placed in the side room.

The whole street looks very clean, as if it has just been cleaned by the cleaners.

Tortureblade reached out and wiped the blood that had splattered on his face, just as he was about to move on.

Ding Ding Ding...

The little bell on his waist suddenly remembered.

In an instant, Tortureblade's eyes tightened, staring at his right back.

At the edge of the town in that direction, Tortureblade laid a warning trap. And this trap warns not of disaster, but of humans wearing spiritual codes!

Tortureblade has always had no good feelings for those in Apocalypse City. Although he didn't feel Maya's malice towards him. But years of cautious habits still made him lay traps around him to guard against humans.

Patience and prudence are the only ways for hunters to survive.

The body gradually disappeared into transparency, and without judging whether it was friend or foe, the torture blade would never appear rashly in front of others.

Squatting on the roof, Torture Blade used the breathing method he had learned before to slowly reduce his body temperature, heart rate, and breathing to a minimum.

Sou! Sou! Sou! ・・・・・・

Five black shadows flashed, and then five men and women wearing black leopard sect spirit books appeared where the torture blade had just stood.

"What's going on? The footprints are gone here. Among the five, the slightly shorter young man asked suspiciously.

The cold-faced middle-aged man standing beside him said, "I guess I found out about our arrival and hid it." ”

"Master, you can't! Our stealth skills are among the best in the league. Said the fitted woman.

The pupils of the Torture Blade, who was standing on the house not far away, constricted.

"The skill of concealment is really strong. If it hadn't been for the early warning, I might have fallen prey to you by now. ”

Torture Blade thought to himself, and continued to listen to the conversation between the five of them.

A handsome blonde young man among the five looked around and said, "Uncle, why is the disaster here gone?" From the satellites, there are many disasters here. And it's a relatively high-level madman. ”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and then walked into a room.

Then, the middle-aged man walked out holding the leg of a corpse.

The catastrophe was caused by someone who had his head cut off and died. But that's not the weirdest thing.

The most bizarre thing is that the severed head was put down by the murderer on Calamity's chest, and Calamity's hands gently supported the neck of the head, as if it had taken its own head off.

Seeing this disaster, the four of them gradually became cautious.

"What's going on?" The long-faced young man who had been silent asked.

The middle-aged man glanced at the street where Torture had just walked and said, "Go in and have a look." ”

The four of them nodded and quickly dispersed.

Seeing that the five people were scattered, the high torture blade did not rush to make a move. He still doesn't know the true intentions of these people, and the realm of these people is also tricky.

"The realm of the four young people is the same as mine, they are all dragon people. And that middle-aged man is already the sky. Judging from the way these four people talked and moved just now, these people were a very well-coordinated team. I'm not an opponent at all, so it's best to avoid it as much as possible. ”

Torture Blade turned around and prepared to leave quietly.

At the same time, the four of them pulled out a large number of catastrophic bodies from the room, and it seemed that there were two hundred at least. And these disasters have such a unifying characteristic. The corpse's hands held its head.

"This wound... terrifying swordsmanship. The angle of the wound is exactly the same, without any bending. Not even much blood was shed. ”

The blonde youth looked at the corpse with a solemn face and said.

The other people's faces gradually became solemn when they saw this. The middle-aged man said slowly, "The commander's estimate is not wrong, this person is very willing to be the one who killed the little young master." ”

The eyes of the torture blade, who was about to leave, suddenly fell on the corpse that had been turned out by everyone. Watching the blonde young man fiddle with the head of his prey, Tortureblade's face gradually darkened.

This method of handling prey was the first time that the Torture Blade had been used.

The way the body was placed was given to him by the old hunter.

"It would be more aesthetically pleasing to visit a human corpse like this. Holding their heads in their hands so that their eyes could see their bodies was a soluge for them. A madman is not the same as a beast. We hunt beasts to survive because they give us energy. But madmen used to be human too. We will try to avoid eating them. Their lives have been so bumpy. We just take their lives, not abuse their corpses. The dead are greater. Anyone, even a madman, will be redeemed at the moment of death. ”

These were the words that the old hunter had said to Tortureblade.

In the eyes of Torture Blade, the old hunter has always been a very philosophical guy, and he is also a very evil guy.

Because no matter what he does, there are countless reasons to cover it up, and there are countless ways to glorify it.

Even if he did something wrong, after his simple explanation, you would think he was right.

Torture Blade had actually always remembered these words, but after the baptism of mutation, he had lost all his feelings and had taken these things seriously.

But after 500 years of ghost town incidents, Tortureblade regained his grief and anger, and he suddenly felt very much homesick for the old hunter, and he missed the old hunter very much. So the words of the past, the standards of the past, once again became the standard of the torture blade.

This way of placing the corpse was, in the eyes of Tortureblade, one of the relics of the old hunter.

Watching a few people fiddle with the corpse they had just placed, an indescribable wave of anger filled Tortureblade's head.

So he stopped, and looked at the five of them with cold eyes.

When he heard the words "commander" and "little master", a wave of resentment appeared in his anger.

So the expression that was still cold just now suddenly became distorted.

"Five people, all damned!" Tortureblade roared in his heart, and the white halberd behind him gradually flickered with a burst of crimson light.

Then, the Torture Blade's anger vanished instantly.

The hot head gradually calmed down as the anger disappeared.

At this time, the torture blade is like a robot that inputs instructions, and begins to calculate precisely.

And the order is: kill all five people.

"Five people, invincible. It can only be broken one by one. ”

Torture Blade thought to himself, his eyes carefully examining the five people.

At this time, the five people were divided into three parts, and the middle-aged man stood aside by himself, looking around vigilantly.

The blonde man and the bodybuilder crouched on his right side, about ten meters away from the middle-aged man, carefully looking at the corpse's wounds.

The remaining long-faced men and short-faced men searched carefully through the houses on either side, hoping to find some clues.

His eyes swept slowly, and his extremely powerful vision allowed Torture Blade to see even the expressions on these people's faces clearly.

Ten seconds later, there was already a countermeasure in my head.

"First of all, we need to lead the middle-aged away. Subsequently, the blonde man and woman were killed. These two men were fully focused on observation and had poor vigilance. With thought to himself, Tortureblade landed silently and walked towards the center of town.

In less than a minute, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a tremor on the ground.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man frowned.

The other four didn't understand either.

The five of them are all leopard spirits who are good at assassination, and they all seem to be attackers. Not even a single sentry.

Although there were no sentinels, the experienced middle-aged man judged the situation after a second.

"Hurry up! It's a disaster swarm. The middle-aged man shouted lowly.

As soon as the words fell, at the corner of the street about fifty meters away from everyone, the middle-aged man keenly saw a young man wearing a silver spirit code fleeing in a hurry.

And about thirty meters behind him was a group of more than a hundred disasters.

"Humph! It's just this extent, and it has caused so many disasters, it's really an idiot. The middle-aged man sneered when he saw it.

The long-faced man and the short man ran over and asked, "Master, what's wrong?" ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "It's the target, that waste is being chased by the disaster horde." ”

The two of them were shocked when they heard this, and then said excitedly, "Then take him down now." ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Just wait here." You have no experience in dealing with disaster clusters. This lowly breed was named by the commander to bring back. So he can't die yet. ”

The two nodded vigorously after listening, and seemed to have confidence in the middle-aged man.

"Very well, master. Let's start with some traps. If you succeed, you'll be chased by disaster, so we're ready to leave. ”

The middle-aged man nodded approvingly, then glanced at the blonde man and bodybuilder who were still studying the wound, and left directly with a cold snort.

It seems that he is not optimistic about these two juniors who only know about obsessive research.

The middle-aged man soon left.

The long-faced and short men began to lay out some simple traps.

On the street in the distance.

"Cut, a cheap seed is a cheap seed, and it's so rude to do it."

At the feet of the middle-aged man, there was a large mutilated corpse, and the thick blood had already submerged his shoes.

With a curse, the middle-aged man continued to move forward without care, judging the position of the torture blade with his years of tracking experience.

In the distance, a pair of blood-red eyes could already see that more than four hundred meters away, a pair of blood-red footprints were slowly approaching.

"The first step is complete, the second step begins."

The running torture blade said in his heart, and the armor on his body fell apart and disappeared.

Then the weeping bones and the poison mask gradually appeared. A large amount of blood was entangled all over his body.

Clenched the silver-white Hunting Fury Sword in his hand, and his eyes were only left with endless coldness.