The sky was obscured by a huge dark cloud, like a lump of mud that had been rubbed and pasted on it, so that no sunlight could be seen, and it was difficult to feel the passage of time.

The huge dark clouds are heavy, as if they may be pressed down at any time, and it is inevitable that some gloom will appear in people's hearts.

The place where the Demon Nest appeared was in the southern suburbs of Linjiang City, and most of the demons who entered Linjiang City were concentrated in the center of the city, because there were troops guarding there, and they were fighting fiercely with the demons while retreating, and only a few parts were scattered throughout Linjiang City.

Tang Fan's direction of progress is to the north.

The north is the opposite of the south, and it should also be the direction where demons are relatively rare, of course, you can't go straight through the city center, you have to go around to avoid encountering a large number of demons.

Tang Fan was the leader, Wang Meng was the second, and the other survivors followed.

After leaving the community, Tang Fan killed three more Sinking Demons, and Wang Meng also killed one Sinking Demon, and all their souls were absorbed by Tang Fan.

While killing the Sinking Demon, he inadvertently saved another group of people, no, that group of people saw Tang Fan so powerful, and they followed closely one by one, even if they were to catch up, they couldn't drive them away.

Tang Fan was also very helpless about this, he knew his ability, if it was just a few stragglers, and Wang Meng joined forces with the skeleton warrior Dumb, it would be more than enough, but if it was a large group of demons, it would be very good if he could keep himself safe.

As for the others, they may become the ghosts of the demons.

Of course, Tang Fan's ugly words have already been said in advance, and he has no right or obligation to be responsible for the safety of others, but he is just a human being, and he can do his part.

"Five more, as long as I kill five more Sinking Demons, I can level up." Tang Fan was secretly happy.

The route he took was not along a wide road, but through a small alley in the middle of nowhere, and over the corner, a smell of blood came to his nose.

I saw a headless corpse leaning against the wall of the alley, the blood stained the ground around it red, and it no longer flowed out, and a big head rolled to the side, with dead white eyes, just looking at Tang Fan and the others, the air of death was pervasive, making people feel cold.

"Ah......h

The headless corpse and head were also seen by the crowd behind them, and several let out a shrill scream.

"Shut up!"

Tang Fan frowned and didn't speak, but Wang Meng screamed, with a fierce look, combined with the blood-stained saber in his hand and a few wisps of blood on his face, which made those screaming people cover their mouths and let out a whining sound, and they couldn't help but be afraid.

Passing over the round head and continuing on, a scream and a cry for mercy floated over.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me......"

Tang Fan quickened his pace, Wang Meng followed closely, and those behind him suddenly slowed down, according to experience, there was a demon in front.

To the right at the end of the alley is a twenty-meter-deep road, with walls nearly five meters high that cut off hope of climbing.

The four Sinking Demons were lined up, and in front of them were five living humans, and behind and next to the Sinking Demons were seven or eight human corpses.

Some of these corpses had their necks cut off, some had their heads smashed, some had their limbs cut off, and in short, they had different deaths.

The blood mixed with the white brain and dirty water flowed all over the ground, turning into a disgusting liquid that emitted a strange odor.

The four Sinking Demons didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill the remaining five humans.

The five human beings trembled like people standing on the roof of the building in the cold winter month to blow the wind, they leaned close together, leaning against the wall, as if only in this way could they find a little comfort.

Frightened, scared, desperate, all kinds of negative expressions blended on their faces, forming a strange appearance, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.

The four Fallen Demons chattered and chattered, and from time to time their eyes fell on the five humans, as if they were discussing which one to start.

In the end, as if they had reached a consensus, one of the Sinking Demons came out and pointed at one of the humans, chirping and shouting, while the three Sinking Demons behind them shouted and cheered.

The machete pointed at by the Sinking Demon was a bald middle-aged man who was almost forty years old, with messy hair and blood marks everywhere on his palms.

"No...... Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......" The middle-aged man was like falling into an ice cellar with cold hands and feet, and his panic and despair completely broke out, crying hysterically, and suddenly grabbed the woman next to him and pushed the woman out hard: "Kill her...... Kill her...... Don't kill me......"

The three next to him, with a complex expression of sympathy and happiness on their frightened faces, subconsciously moved their feet to distance themselves from the bald middle-aged man.

The woman who was pushed seemed to be frightened, her face was sluggish, and she didn't react, and then, when she came to her senses, she realized her situation, and struggled and screamed frantically.

In the eyes of this sinking demon, there was a touch of ridicule with a human surname, as if watching the clown's performance, the scene in front of him, how funny.

But the hysterical middle-aged man lost his mind, grabbed the frantically struggling woman with both hands, and pushed her in front of him.

The Demon of Destruction showed a hideous smile, raised the machete, and walked over step by step, the machete was raised high, the breath of death was permeated, and the woman who was struggling frantically seemed to see the scythe of death approaching.

Suddenly, the sinking demon body was stunned, turned around and looked back, only to see a figure rushing out of the corner like a ghost, a bright sword light, as white as the moon in the night sky, flying like a rainbow.

With a soft snort, a sinked demon head that had stopped screaming was swept by the sword light and flew high, spraying like a fountain of dark red blood into the sky.

Immediately after, a skeleton appeared, and the mace raised high in the air roared and smashed down, instantly smashing the brain of another Sinking Demon, and the brain mixed with blood splashed.

The snow light of the sword rose again, and the head of the third Sinking Demon flew high again just as it turned around.

The figure with the knife rushed forward like a cheetah, and suddenly rushed to the last sinking demon who was holding the machete high, the snow-white knife light was dazzling, and with a snort, the darkness in front of this sinking demon was in front of him.

Three heads flew up and fell one after another, dark red blood was like rain, the corpses of the four sunken demons fell to the ground softly, and in front of the five survivors, there was only one proud figure standing in the blood rain like a demon god.