The silver wings, which once flew lightly in the sky like swifts, have now been completely transformed into a death eagle full of air supremacy. Ye Lin's will was to control the rapidly speeding warplane, and the screams that tore through the sky were endless, and the orange-red flames reflecting the figure of the god of death fell endlessly in the sky where the silver wings flashed.

Under the dominant-level detection network released by the Green Goblin Network, all the tree demons on the path of Zhao Xin and the others with a threatening scale level were all in the order of contact time, and they were finely marked in front of Ye Lin's eyes with a detailed time point clear to the second, which was presenting a dynamically changing battlefield of friend and foe, and the general distribution of the whole territory was on the projection map.

As expected, the surprise attack that was completely undisturbed made the combat power of the high-tech weapon, almost under the overwhelming superiority of one side, to the extreme full of awe and fear, and countless kill data were like a river composed of words, flowing in the corners of Ye Lin's sensory vision, and the cold system prompts were constantly flashing.

However, whether it is the kill data or the reward number, it has not had any impact on Ye Lin at this moment, and the girl who is in a state of high mental concentration has completely cut off all factors other than the task from her own thinking, and has focused on controlling the Airlord and the Green Goblin team.

The battle movement in the dark night, which can almost be described as earth-shattering, is attracting the demons who are forcibly gathered around Lanruo Temple like an endless stream of reinforcements. Blocking the enemy's reinforcements from all directions, maintaining the predetermined trajectory of Zhao Xin and others' breakthroughs, Ye Lin, who is constantly weighing and choosing in the decision, is not just constantly pressing the button.

Under Ye Lin's careful control and operation, the rest of the Phantom World Team in the vicinity of Lanruo Temple and the Misty Blockade Area even saved the effort to identify the road, and the death that roared down from the sky like a torrential rain, constantly extending with the footsteps of everyone, ploughed out the entire route clearly in the destruction.

Trees lined the road like torches. Illuminate the surroundings with a raging flame. Filled with foul smells and charred corpses, it seemed like a path paved with endless dry bones, but the twisted shadows that the flames could not illuminate were not uncommon in the forests that lined the road. As the reincarnation sets foot on these passages of blood and fire. Bloodthirsty howls and screams erupted in mania.

Zhao Xin, who has the most comprehensive combat effectiveness in a small group. Dressed in full costume, he walked at the forefront of the group, his wings swaying with the flames, and the phantom danced alone in the firelight. Countless were lit by the firelight of the campfires on both sides. The demons who faded from the shadows to reveal their mutilated figures pounced out in a blur of flesh and blood, and their inexplicable stupidity immediately turned into death and hideousness.

The bright red and vivid fluttering skirt, the crimson wings looming in the suspension vibration, hung inlaid on Zhao Xin's chest like embellishment, and the blood seeds that flashed like echoes in the flashing firelight, and the figure that seemed more and more light and agile under the support of the demons, ignited a melodious blood-colored buzz in the dance, and the cold chill that instantly condensed was swayed between her elegant skirt and wings.

It was as if the crimson blade was cut like cold butter, and even a sense of stagnation that did not exist existed passed by in an instant between the crimson and shadows in the firelight. The demons whose life fluctuations were frozen, their expressions were still full of oppression, but as the light of the breeze shook again, the charred corpses of the broken mouth were scattered in pieces.

"Bang Bang !!!"

The roar of the guns and bullets that vaguely maintained a certain sense of rhythm stepped on this road with Zhao Xin's torn corpse, and the sturdy demon beast that put the huge firearm on his shoulder, the bright hair and sharp teeth reflected the bright firelight, and the cold cold light in his silver eyes, observing the surroundings like ice, running as fast and free as a leisurely stroll.

On the peculiar face of the combination of lions and wolves, the fierce fire is full of accustomed indifference at this moment, and he is using it with his eyes and ears in all directions, and his keen five senses perception and bestial intuition seem to be relaxed and vigilant to control, the danger that is surging outside this road of blood and fire.

Tan Jian, He Qin, Yu Wenwei, and Zhou Zhichao, who were working in pairs, continued to project bullets to the shadows in the forest of the two, and the figures that continuously projected bullets followed the fierce fire, and the integrated fully enclosed nano armor mask made the four of them ignore the harsh battlefield environment around them, and hide their thoughts under the masks.

Whether it's continuous, or chaotic, or rhythmic, or constantly adjusting the rhythm, for those who are really familiar with the battlefield, they can understand each other's thoughts better than dialogue. Buff magic and stimulants can make the four of them forget the existence of fear for a period of time, but the real strength can only be discovered in the human heart itself.

Song Yan, who is holding Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen, like the caster and priest in every game, enjoys the greatest protection given by the team, fierce fire, Tan Jian, He Qin, Zhou Zhichao, Yu Wenwei, a small assault formation composed of five people, is tightly surrounding her and the plot characters, and under the high pressure around them, the whole team is operating in an orderly manner, as simple and efficient as an explosion.

"Boom!"

casually leveled the gun on his shoulder, and then there was an almost inaudible sound, and with the operation of the high-energy electromagnetic field in the firearm, babbling sounded in the ears of the fierce fire, and then the restless roar was instantly drowned, and the endless roar of gunshots and bullets roared, followed by a roar like a cannonball, and broke out with the tearing sound of the air.

Even with the full protection of nano armor, the terrifying sound that erupted at such a close distance still slowed the frightened hands of the newcomers, and their eyes were unconsciously attracted by the movement that was not so much the sound of gunfire as the sound of cannonballs.

Beside the road paved with blood and fire in front of everyone, the mixed sound of trees breaking and burning, as the jumping sparks and smoke flew into the sky, the light spread instantaneously in the illuminated space, a torn corpse as a mark, stretching for more than ten meters and then reintegrating into the darkness, is quietly declaring the power of that blow clearly.

"Run! Run! You idiots! It's about getting caught in the encirclement! Taste the despair! And pay attention to the consumption of ammo! The newcomers, who had opened a little gap with the fierce fire, heard the roar of the silver-eyed demon beast in their ears, and the next moment they were like animals torn apart by a whip, speeding up and running again on the road to survival.

With ultra-long-range heavy firepower in the sky, the constant bombardment of a large number of enemies, and the forward position of Zhao Xin for the remnants of the enemy, it can be described as a cruel purge without leaving a piece of armor. In the fierce fire with the lethality of the Growler, the overall state of the newcomers under the care is not too bad, and counting Song Yan, who rubs a burst fireball from time to time, the breakthrough state of the entire team even exceeds expectations.

However, with the enemy's endless reinforcements, which continued to accumulate over time, the long-range firepower of Ye Lin and the Green Goblin formation, the distance within the range was gradually shortened and compressed as the opponent continued to gather. The pressure on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, and the distance that the demons can advance is also rapidly shortening, and the situation is obviously getting worse and worse the older it gets.

The world record for 5,000 meters is 12:37.35, which of course was achieved on a smooth track. But now, on the path of death paved by missiles and corpses on the Black Mountain, four guys with magic and ultra-modern equipment, who were just ordinary people a few days ago, are challenging and surpassing such a human limit.

Completely abandoning the advancing team in the rear, unconsciously dragging up a long tail that blends into the darkness in the firelight, pulling the trigger and moving their legs, under the tangible and tangible oppression behind them, they have already forcibly expelled all distractions, and at this moment they only think and do two things, that is, pull the trigger and follow the figure in front of them.

There used to be an occasional roar of cannonballs casually, but at this moment it has become the main melody of the gunfire, and the endless killing figures are squeezing the team's activity space, and the distance between the fierce fire and Zhao Xin is constantly being compressed by the figures rushing out on both sides of the road at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

The sharp blood blade driven by the blood species chased Zhao Xin's figure without stopping, and in the shadow of the demons, it was invincible and bloody, but more and more enemies were surging around, but they actually used the large-scale accumulation of quantity to form the quality that constantly suppressed Zhao Xin.

In the whistling dive, Ye Lin, who used a special heavy aerial bomb on the ground to raise an orange-red purgatory flower, continued to tilt towards the lower belly of the nose of the plane, and a metal storm released by the orange-red beam condensed with extreme energy and the junction between the wings and the fuselage roared to clear a clear death gully on the ground.

"Molotov cocktails are more lethal though! But it doesn't meet our mission goals! Ye Lin, who had instantly observed the results of the battle in his mental reaction, immediately ordered in his consciousness like a lightning bolt: "Ye Tong! Load heavy sub-bombs! The time we need most right now! Presumably those mutilated dryads! Better suited to do this than those dead guys! (To be continued......)