The distance between the two powerhouses quickly narrowed in the lightning flight of the manticore, and finally met at the foot of the mountain.

The zombie lord's whole body is jet black to the extreme, and he can be recognized relatively clearly even in the pitch-black mist. Cloaked in chain mail that should have been worn on humans, he wore a Gallic masking helmet on his head, and held a broad, thick-backed machete in his hand. The fiery red Yan burned in the eye sockets of the zombies, and endless killings came from the red Yan.

The Zombie Lord has preemptively launched a soul attack, targeting Aaron on the back of the Manticore.

The zombie lord who has survived for an unknown number of years still thinks much deeper and broader than ordinary zombies, and the speed of thinking is much faster.

A person who can ride on the back of a high-level manticore lion must be the biggest threat to himself. As a result, the zombie lord made a surprise attack on Aaron.

The zombie lord can be said to be taken by surprise this time, and Alun didn't expect the other party to come like this at all. Aaron immediately felt like he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he struggled to grasp the mane of the manticore's neck so that it would not roll off the manticore's back.

After a while, Aaron gradually regained his clarity, and his head was not as dizzy as before. However, the zombie lord didn't seem to get much bargaining as he imagined, and under the self-counterattack of the much purer blood power, the red Yan in the zombie lord's eye sockets flickered a few times, and it didn't seem to be as strong as just now.

It seems that as long as I work well with the manticore, it is not impossible to win. If I can occupy such a lifeless region for cultivation, my combat power will definitely be able to break through again.

After a quick exchange with the manticore, the manticore put down Aaron and roared, pounced on him with a thunderous sound. Hard as iron, the sharp lion's claws slammed out the purple afterimage and fought the zombie lord.

The purple lightning and the black corpse qi sometimes separated, sometimes collided violently, and the mud and stone weeds under the battle group of the two flew into the air.

"A lord is a lord, and even in the face of a manticore that is several levels higher than himself, he has no fear. The Manticore's paralyzing attack has no effect on the undead. While Aaron was worried, he also secretly admired this zombie lord.

Aaron's current combat power has reached the sixth-level level of the mid-level peak, and due to the transformation of the power of blood, he has more powerful spiritual power than warriors of the same level, and has a stronger physique than mages of the same level.

At this time, the battlefield of the confrontation had already fought from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and Alun could already see thousands of zombies gathered at the foot of the mountain below, and hundreds of them actually took the initiative to approach here. Although the speed of movement is not fast, if the warbands here can't tell the difference, those zombies will sooner or later rush in front of them.

"Damn, these are the so-called zombie elites, aren't they?" Aaron scolded.

The zombie lord over there was tearing and killing with the manticore, while secretly using his mind to frantically urge his elite troops to come and escort him.

It seems that this battle cannot be dragged on any longer, otherwise he will be doomed. Although Aaron's current combat power is not as good as that of the Manticore, the support from the side can make the Mending Lion's attack more handy.

Thinking of this, Aaron immediately concentrated his mind and continuously attacked the zombie lord with his spiritual power. As a result, the movements of the zombie lord, who had originally had a slight upper hand, suddenly stopped, and the manticore took the opportunity to attack, leaving countless clear scratches on the lord's black and stinky body.

Although the manticore lion is still in its infancy, the claw wind that divides the stone and gold can only leave scratches on the body of the zombie lord, which shows how strong this zombie is.

Sensing that Aaron was harassing and invading his soul, the zombie lord wanted to leave the manticore lion and clean up Aaron first. But how could the manticore, which was connected to Aaron's soul, allow it to succeed, leaving it no chance to launch a frenzied and dense attack.

The battle situation became more and more fierce, and the scorpion lion was also scratched by the zombie lord in many places, and purple-black pus appeared in the wound, which showed the poison of the lord. As for the zombie lord, almost every inch of the corpse lord left the claw marks of the manticore, and the broadsword had long been shattered by the steel claws of the manticore.

At this time, the zombie lord turned into a black shadow and collided violently with the purple lightning of the manticore. In the violent and ferocious energy collision, countless powerful and cold wind blades were shot out, and the surrounding boulders and trees burst and exploded under the wind blades, and the movement was huge.

Aaron had already stepped aside, just as the battle group that used the manticore to fight the zombie lord separated the zombie hordes that were climbing up the mountainside.

While recovering his spiritual power, Aaron swung a few bloody blows from time to time to attack the zombie lord.

"This zombie lord's body is not much better than the body of the manticore, and if he can't win, I'm afraid he will have to leave here temporarily. Aaron mused.

This time, a long-awaited spiritual power combined with two violent blood-colored powers to catch the zombie lord's breathing opportunity suddenly swung out. The spiritual power suddenly bombarded the soul of the zombie lord, and in a trance, the blood-colored power still followed, and after a few sounds, the blood-colored power actually worked this time, and at the same time as a few puffs of black smoke rose from the zombie lord's body, he was blown upside down by the blood-colored power and flew away.

However, the zombie lord staggered to his feet not long after lying on the ground, which made the Aaron team even more jealous, and their determination to end the battle quickly was even stronger. The manticore lion also seized this rare opportunity, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, a faint coercion suddenly emanated, and then pounced to give the zombie lord a fatal blow.

He had been attacked by Aaron many times before, but this time he was hit hard, and the zombie lord couldn't help but be furious when he just regained his senses. Catching a glimpse of the manticore swooping down from the sky, the zombie lord was fearless, and when his left hand was raised, a dark red arc of electricity shot out, and the air that slashed through it was still filled with tiny electricity visible to the naked eye. The Zombie Lord's target is none other than Aaron, the culprit.

Under the command of Aaron, the manticore ignored the arc of lightning and pounced on the zombie lord on the ground with all his might, and before the claws he swung reached his body, the claw wind had completely collapsed the stone slab under the zombie lord's feet, and there were several deep scratches on the zombie lord's body again.

After fighting fiercely for a long time, although there is no such thing as physical strength for undead creatures, the mental power is really extremely consumed, and this sudden arc is obviously not as powerful as before. Aaron, who was recuperating beside him, was not afraid, and the blood-colored power around his body exploded with all his strength, and a ray of blood shot out and pointed straight at the arc.

"Boom-"

The two forces collided violently, stirring up a cloud of dust. Aaron flew backwards under the force of the shock, and only slid off when he hit the top of a boulder. But this time, the zombie lord was not comfortable, the burning red Yan in his eye sockets dimmed, and he was hit hard by the manticore, and was suddenly blasted into the mud pit by the incomparable power of the manticore.

"Hehe, it seems that old Gibson has always said something that can be believed. Elephants are indeed afraid of ants!" said Aaron, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Under the cooperation of himself and the manticore, this zombie lord is obviously beyond his strength, and it is a matter of time before he is defeated.

Suddenly, just as he was about to fight again and join forces with the manticore to eliminate the zombie lord, a spiritual power filled with endless hatred and curses disappeared into Aaron's mind. Caught off guard, Aaron felt that it was dark in front of him and almost passed out.

Eventually, a mouthful of uncomfortably thick blood poured out of his suffocating chest cavity and spurted out with a pop.

"Damn, are you still going to resist after all this?" Aaron said viciously, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth and chin.

After this last frantic counterattack, the Zombie Lord's soul spirit was clearly weakened, and after several rounds of siege by Aaron and the Manticore, he was finally subdued.

When the zombies who had managed to rush up to the savior in the face of the manticore's coercion rushed to the mountainside, they were shocked to find that their lord had been subdued by a mysterious powerhouse and a manticore lion that constantly exuded majesty and roar.

The zombie elite gave up resistance and prostrated down in submission to the two victors. The elites above all surrendered to the majesty of the strong, and the middle and low-level zombies that kept gathering at the foot of the mountain were even prostrate on the ground in patches to show their surrender.

When a black moon rose over Oklahoma, the battle had been going on imperceptibly for half a day.

"What do you do next? absorb its power or use the soul seed to take this zombie?" Aaron began to think.

"In this Oklahoma, coming in by myself is like a blind man crossing a river, and if I accept this zombie lord, it should be of great help to me in Oklahoma. ”

After some consideration, Aaron tried his best to appease the ferocious manticore, and quietly sowed a soul seed while the zombie lord's spirit was extremely weak and the door of the soul was wide open.

The weakened zombie lord reluctantly allowed the seed to take root in his soul, and gradually, when the zombie lord's sanity gradually regained consciousness, it had completely become a servant of Aaron.

Through soul-level communication, Aaron learned that this old zombie had survived here for thousands of years. To the south of its territory is the territory of the Golden Skull. This guy is an ancient existence like the old zombie, his combat power is not under the old zombie, and he has both agile speed and long-range attack ability, if Aaron goes at this moment, I am afraid he will not be able to get any benefit.

To the north of the old zombie is the territory of a zombie mage. Zombie Mages are advanced creatures of zombies, and their ultimate form is a lich, which can not only bewitch the minds of their opponents, but also have supreme mana to attack in groups. It's as strong as an old zombie, and it doesn't dare to provoke.