The black-robed supernatural person shrank in the robe, and even his face could not be seen really, but anyone who was close to him three meters would dissolve strangely.

"Egyptian Pharaohs, don't deceive people too much!" In the terrifying collision ripples, a burly figure turned his head suddenly, looked at the supernatural shrouded in black robes, and roared: "Egyptian Pharaohs, you have treacherously promised to form an alliance together, why do you want to attack our Middle East Titan Alliance?"

"Putiman, hand over the number analysis of the new humans, and we'll let you go right away!" spoke an old man with a dark golden scepter.

"Delang, the number analysis of the new human beings is not with us!" Puttiman felt aggrieved in his heart, after their alliance of the Middle East Titans and the Egyptian Pharaohs broke into Doos's base together, although they were beaten out. However, they also grabbed some of the new human numbers.

However, this part of the analysis of the new human number jù is missing.

Whatever Pottiman explained, the Egyptian Pharaohs just didn't believe it.

Grand Elder Delang's expression was indifferent, a large area of golden corpse insects was suspended around him, his eyes were hollow, like a deep cave, and he said in a cold voice: "Putiman, if you don't hand over the analysis of the new human numbers, don't blame us for being ruthless. ”

"Special mother, I really don't have a new human number analysis!" Pu Timan scolded and said, "It must be other forces that are secretly attacking and stealing the new human number analysis!"

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Grand Elder Delang sneered, "Who can steal the new human number analysis in the hands of you, a fifth-level madness ability?"

Regarding this, Putiman was also puzzled, he was a fifth-level madness ability, and if an ordinary person approached a little, he could clearly feel it, not to mention stealing the number of new humans from him.

"Pottiman since you won't hand it over, let us take it ourselves!" Archmage Derang let out a low roar, levitating the dark golden corpse worms around him, and let out a series of piercing chirps, turning into a remnant of light, shooting towards Pottiman.

"Roar!"

Putiman let out a low roar, and his figure instantly expanded, like an ancient giant, and his voice was sonorous and powerful: "Delang, don't think I'm really afraid of you!"

"Boom!"

A fifth-level madness ability, the combat power is comparable to that of a grandmaster.

Putiman's every move was like an extraterritorial star falling to the earth, and those dark golden corpse insects, not to mention harming him, couldn't even get close.

There was a terrifying pressure around Putiman, constantly crushing the dark golden corpse worms that roared in the air.

"Roar!"

With a step, the earth shook, as if setting off a ten-magnitude earthquake, with a radius of 100 meters, and the earth dragon turned over.

"Die!"

"No!"

A fourth-level thunderbolt ability looked at Putiman in his face, and his eyes were filled with despair.

As Puttiman approached, a desperate pressure charged him with the lightning that was tumbling around him.

"Bang!"

"Block it!!"

The fourth-level thunderbolt with a hideous face, a large shield composed of thunder and lightning suddenly appeared in front of him, and his pores erupted, and wisps of thunder and lightning, like tentacles, continued to condense.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Pu Timan's mouth, and he looked at the fourth-level thunder and lightning ability in front of him, "The strength of the fifth-level ability is not something you can imagine, in my eyes, you are an ant!"

His right hand was like a mountain, and the fourth-level thunder and lightning ability fell down with a bang.

The rolling energy flattened the thunder and lightning shield, and this palm of Putiman possessed the power to open mountains and crack stones.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

The deafening sound of collision was like two fast-moving trains colliding, and the violent energy directly swept the fourth-level thunderbolt ability out of the air.

Putiman's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"How is that possible? When did the Egyptian Pharaohs appear as a Level 5 Physique Ability?" Pottiman felt a tingling pain in his right hand.

The black-robed man slowly raised his head, and the face covered by the black hood gradually appeared in Pu Timan's eyes.

"You, who are?" Pu Timan's face changed greatly, he looked at the face in front of him, and said in a lost voice: "Are you Chatusa? No, Chatusa has been killed by Li Ling in the western version of Lixi, you, you are the corpse of the ancient emperor!"

At the beginning of the Western version of Lixi, Li Ling killed the two elders of the Egyptian Pharaoh Regiment, but the corpse of the ancient emperor summoned by Chatusa had mutated.

"Rustle !!"

Suddenly, Puttiman felt a tingling sensation in his right hand.

"I'll do it!"

Putiman felt his hairs stand on end, and in his eyes, the right hand of the ancient emperor corpse suddenly melted, turning into tens of thousands of silver insects.

The insects were silver-colored, about the size of ants, with sharp fangs, and gnawed hard at Putiman's skin.

Putiman's body was harder than steel, but at this moment, he felt a tingling pain.

When these silver insects bite the skin of Putiman, they will secrete some blood-colored fluid from their mouths, and it is these blood-colored liquids that continue to melt Putiman's skin.

"Get out of here!" Puttiman strode back, his right hand shaking violently.

However, the silver bugs seemed to have taken root on the surface of his skin, and they could not shake it open at all.

Putiman looked at the silver worm that began to burrow into his body along his pores, his face changed drastically, and he roared repeatedly, his left hand pinched his right arm, and his sharp nails pierced into his skin.

"Whoa!"

Bloody, sprayed in the air.

Putiman is also ruthless, forcibly tearing off the skin of his right arm.

The eyes of the ancient corpse glowed with a ghostly light, as if they were two gates to hell, and the figure was like a ghost, floating towards Putiman.

"Let's go!!"

Looking at the rapidly approaching corpse of the Ancient Emperor, Putiman shouted to his subordinates and took the lead in shooting into the distance.

"You're done!" said Grand Elder Delang looked at the figure of the Putiman wolf, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and a mantra was silently recited in his mouth.

Feeling the corpse of the ancient emperor chasing after him, Pu Timan gritted his teeth and shot towards the place where the ancient warriors of Huaxia gathered.

"I don't believe it, you Delang dare to fight with the ancient warriors of Huaxia!"

In this area of South Africa, the ancient warriors of China and the biochemical warriors of the Americas have formed a confrontation, and the combat effectiveness of the two groups is about the same.

And the forces of the Middle East Titan Alliance and the Egyptian Pharaoh Order can only be regarded as second-tier forces.

Looking at the direction of Putiman's escape, Delang's eyes glowing with cold light flashed a trace of hesitation, and his steps faltered, "It's not the time to fight with the ancient warriors of Huaxia, Putiman counts your luck!"

After all, Putiman is a fifth-level madness ability, and even if he can kill him, he will pay a lot of price.

Archmage Delang didn't think that he would be able to kill Putiman now, what he wanted to do was to kill all of Putiman's men, make him the commander of the light pole, and lose the competition for this new human.