"You're looking for death!" Seeing that his persuasion was not effective but the other party attacked, the commander was immediately extremely angry, and with a roar, he mobilized all the soldiers to rush towards Aslantiya, and the footsteps of tens of thousands of soldiers fell and even the valley trembled.

"It's good, it's good, it's like that. Aslanthia smiled and swung her scythe and rushed to meet it, and in a few breaths the two sides were entangled. Although she faced hundreds of thousands of enemies alone, Aslantia showed no fear. On the contrary, the exhilarating battle made her more and more excited, and with each swing of the scythe, at least two skeleton soldiers were broken to pieces, and there was no chance of resurrection.

Looking at Aslantiya from afar, who was still rampage surrounded by black-pressed soldiers, the commander's mood swings were obviously a little more hesitant. The reason why he wanted Aslantia to leave in the first place was because he felt an extremely powerful aura from Aslantia's body. His task is to lead his troops to attack the Northern Regions, and if he encounters some unnecessary trouble here and misses the mission, it will really outweigh the losses.

If it weren't for Aslantia taking the initiative to attack, he really didn't plan to pay attention to her. But relying on the numerical advantage, he never imagined that even under such an absolute number of suppression, the other party would still be able to fight back and forth with ease.

The lower soldiers could only fight in close combat, while some of the skeleton soldiers who had evolved to a certain level gradually retreated, and they all sacrificed their magic, and for a time the sky was full of colorful light and shot towards Aslantia, and the sound of explosions accompanied by bursts of dust exploded in the valley with pleasure.

The Skeleton Clan is one of the more magic-savvy clans of the Demon Clan. Relatively weak in body, they have gradually developed their own unique magic based on some simple blood magic they have learned over the years, although most of them are relatively low-level magic similar to elemental bombs, but they make up for their innate shortcomings.

It's just to their surprise that although they are still trying their best to besiege and kill, they still can't give their opponents enough damage, and as time goes by, even they, the undead skeleton soldiers with multiple resurrection abilities, have begun to have casualties that cannot be ignored.

On the contrary, Aslantia seemed to be getting more and more excited, and the fight became more and more aggressive, not only with the strength of each swing of the scythe, but also at a much faster speed than at the beginning.

In the endless crowd of skeletons, Aslantia's shrill laughter almost never stopped. Although she looked scarred by now, and even her clothes were tattered by the skeletons' attacks, she didn't care about it at all, and from time to time a cold light swept away the enemy between her long hair fluttering.

"I want ...... I want ...... I want more battles!" she said as she slashed several skeleton warriors who were close to her into two pieces, and even Aslanthia didn't notice that she was completely overwhelmed by fanaticism at this point, and had even forgotten that her most powerful thing as a Bloodline was magic rather than hand-to-hand combat.

In the hinterland of the valley in the distance, the huge figure hidden in the black mist finally couldn't hold it back, and suddenly burst out after a roar, and the huge figure made the earth tremble for a while.

Hearing the leader's roar, the skeleton soldiers stepped back one after another, automatically clearing a large clearing. Aslantia, who was still obsessed with fighting, reacted at this time, and when she looked up, she saw a white bone beast similar to a bone snake swinging thousands of slender bones, like a huge centipede, which had approached her.

This huge white bone beast had a slender skull that was completely white and ossified, six narrow jaws that were constantly swinging freely were covered with sharp giant teeth, and four bright soul fires were burning in the four deep-set eye sockets in the middle of the skull, unabashedly releasing bursts of angry spiritual fluctuations.

When the body that was more than ten meters long kicked up clouds of dust on the ground and lifted its predecessor three or four stories high, what appeared in front of Aslantiya's eyes was its four forelegs that had evolved into slender bone blades, and the rich magic that was somewhat oppressive.

His expression gradually changed from shock to fanatical laughter, and Aslantiya's hands holding the scythe trembled with extreme excitement: "Undead, could it be a powerhouse at the earl level in the Western Regions...... It's the first time I've encountered such a strong one. Is...... What a blessing......"

Before she could finish speaking, a cold light seemed to fall from the sky and crashed her, and even the ground around her collapsed deeply because of this blow. And the true face of this cold light is just a forefoot raised by this count-level powerhouse in the Western Regions......

The four forefeet, though bone blades, reflected a metallic cold color, and the seemingly bulky body attacked in an instant, and Aslanthia couldn't even see its movements. In an instant, the valley erupted in deafening cheers, and the weapons in the hands of the skeletons slammed rhythmically against the ground, offering their truest cheers for their powerful leader.

However, the Earl of the Western Regions understood that this was only the beginning, and the outcome had not yet been decided.

"It's really strong. The dust cleared, and Aslantiya, who supported the long sickle with her arms to catch the Count's blow, couldn't help but admire. At this time, her legs had completely sunk under the ground, and a line of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth, obviously she had suffered a lot of injuries.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Count lifted his remaining three forefeet and stabbed them down instantly.

The ground trembled again, and a scene of blood suddenly burst out, Aslanthia dragged a blood flower back a few steps quickly, before staggering to stop the retreating pace, and then saw the earl's bone blade following, and hurriedly raised the long sickle in front of his chest, but was directly hit by the earl's blow, and with a crisp sound, it was picked into the air.

Naturally, the Earl would not let go of such an opportunity, and the four bone blades followed one after another, and they were about to pierce Aslantia in mid-air.

However, at this moment, the speed of blood and qi surging in Aslantiya's eyes suddenly accelerated, and as her pupils shrank slightly, a pair of blood wings instantly broke out of her clothes, and she barely managed to dodge this blow by changing her body posture in the air.

The wings of blood flapped, and bursts of pungent blood scattered. Flying in mid-air, Aslantia raised her hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of her mouth, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips: "It is worthy of being a strong man at the earl level." ”

Ignoring his opponent, the soul fire in the Earl's four eyes slowly beats, and the four bone blades dragged the remnant of the Dao Dao to the Astratlia in mid-air, and the strong wind of the Dao made even the skeleton soldiers on the ground unable to gain a foothold and retreated.

In mid-air, Aslantiya's wings vibrate, and her blood-colored eyes locked tightly on the four bone blades that attacked her, and from this power, it is not difficult to imagine that if she was stabbed even once, it would be impossible for Rao to escape the end of turning into dust if he was a blood clan with perverted healing ability.

Although she had tried her best to dodge the stabbing of the bone blade, the strong wind on the bone blade continued to hurt her, and after a while, her body was covered with wounds, and the oozing blood even gradually soaked through her clothes, so that they were clinging to her body at the moment, but she didn't care about these.

"At this speed, you should be a veteran figure in the blood clan. Blood, why do you want to invade our territory!" The Count looked at Aslantia in surprise, who was embarrassed but not materially harmed at all, and guessed her identity in an instant. He knew that for the patriarch of the Blood Clan, leading the clan he was in charge of was the most important task, and at this moment, an elder like Aslanthia would appear on such a front-line battlefield, could it be that the Clan was planning to reap the benefits? Or was her clan hiding elsewhere at this time, planning to annihilate this team when she was unprepared?

It's just that he didn't expect that there are fifty-seven families in the blood clan but there are fifty-nine patriarchs, except for Satarando, who did not form a family because he is not a pure-blood clan, the only patriarch who is alone is this Aslantia.

Aslanthia glanced at the Count and sneered, "Because, I want to kill you ......"