A powerful force descended on the Valley of the Dead, and countless undead skeletons struggled to their feet. Fear from the depths of the soul spread in the Valley of the Dead, and like a wasp breaking into a bee's nest, countless undead skeletons escaped from the Valley of the Dead.

In the Valley of the Dead, the pitch-black giant hand frantically slaughtered the undead skeleton, no matter what kind of undead skeleton it was, even if it was a skeleton knight, as long as it was caught, it could not escape the fate of being pinched into powder and becoming part of the body of the giant hand.

The entire Valley of the Dead, except for Skywalker, would quietly bypass when the jade plaque in its hand glowed softly, and when this light shone on the pitch-black giant hand. There was not a single exception.

As more and more undead skeletons were killed, the body of the pitch-black giant hand gradually became complete, and finally it became a complete giant undead skeleton, with a white body and a huge black right hand.

"Perfect!" the huge skeletal mandibles snapped together one by one, and the huge black hand groped around its white body, not missing a single place. Finally the strange right hand hung down, but the huge skeleton didn't look normal, its body tilted to the side, and the huge black right hand was the center of gravity of the body.

"Slayer, that's the battlefield!" Skywalker gestured to the fourth fortress outside the Valley of the Dead.

"Perfect!" the giant undead skeleton, known as the Slayer by Skywalker, staggered out of the valley with strange steps. It staggered like a baby just learning to walk.

Countless undead skeletons poured out of the Valley of the Dead, fleeing in terror from the Slayer, but when the Slayer approached them, the undead skeletons could not resist, but could only let it crush and become a part of its body, and the soul fire drifted over the wilderness.

Morwritte kept an eye on the situation around the fortress, and the anomalous gray dwarves of the Valley of the Dead quickly spotted it, but the scattered undead skeletons didn't look like they had come to fight for the fourth fortress, and they came out of the Valley of the Dead and left quickly. As if they were hiding from something that scared them.

"What's that?" Angela, who was standing on the city wall, suddenly cried out, her mouth wide open, her eyes wide open, and she looked in horror in the direction of the Valley of the Dead.

Morgridet looked up and saw an image that the gray dwarf would never forget. A huge undead skeleton ran across the wilderness, running faster and closer, and the undead skeleton it encountered along the way was crushed to pieces by its giant black hands.

"Alert, vigilance, hurry up and be vigilant!" Lightning leaped across the walls of the fortress, and Morgaret interrupted the caster's action of drenching the walls, asking everyone to take up arms and prepare for battle.

The three sides fighting under the city walls also noticed the anomaly, and Salit Larsson hurriedly waved the flag in his hand to adjust the formation of the battle, but the huge skeleton was too fast for everyone to dodge. It was already in front of the fortress.

There was a loud bang, and Morkriet only felt the city wall begin to shake violently, "Dodge!" The gray dwarf roared, and a super huge skeletal head appeared on the edge of the city wall.

"Perfect!" a huge black arm pulled out of the wall, and a hole the thickness of an arm appeared in the wall. The big guy's blow just now knocked the fourth fortress out of a huge hole.

"What is this?" asked an adventurer standing on the city wall, trembling as he looked at the huge skeleton that was close at hand, but no one answered his question at this time, and a black skeletal hand suddenly appeared and grabbed him. With a pop, blood splattered, and the city was a blur of flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, the skeleton knight standing next to the huge skeleton was also grabbed by it, and with a bang, the skeleton knight at the peak of the silver level turned into a pile of debris, and the pile of debris gradually gathered into the skeleton knight's body and slowly merged into its body.

"What kind of evil creature is this!" Sally Larson felt cold as he looked feebly at the huge hole in the wall.

"Killer, that's the Killer!" Beside Mr. Two, a man in a wide gray cloak opened his eyes, he glanced at the chaotic battlefield in confusion, as if he couldn't bear to look at it any more, splashing blood, groans of pain, and the surroundings of the fourth fortress seemed to be hell descending on the wilderness.

"The Slayer, the Prophet is right, that is the Slayer, and there is also a legend among the Grey Dwarves, it is said that it is the collection of the Grim Reaper, but how could it be here!" Although the Wind Goat Knight is short, his performance on the battlefield is very brave, and the red-bearded motley knight maintains a complete formation under his leadership, and when the Slayer comes to the battlefield, he withstands most of its pressure.

Ordinary knights can't get close to the killer at all, whether it's the black cavalry in Whitestone Town, or the redbearded motley cavalry, even if the skeleton knight in the Valley of the Dead is caught by the killer, he can't escape death, the killer is like a killing machine, no matter who he is, even the skeleton knight will not let go.

In fact, there were far more skeleton knights who died at the hands of the killer than the knights of the Red and White Alliance, and many skeleton knights subconsciously approached the killer, and before they could react, they were grabbed by a giant hand holding pitch black and turned into bones on the killer's body.

George huddled in the crowd of Skeleton Knights, quietly backing away, he didn't want to be targeted by the Slayer, since he guessed that Lord Skywalker was trying to summon the Slayer, he was ready to escape, but unfortunately he was chased by the Slayer when he fled here.

"Look at me!" Marcelo taunted in front of the Slayer as he stepped on the Hot Wheels, a large ball of fire the size of a human head flashed on the flame dancer's fingertips. Marcelo waved his hand, and the large fireball flew towards the killer at great speed.

"Perfect!" The Killer's huge, pitch-black right hand snapped at the fireball.

"This can't be, absolutely can't!" the Flame Dancer let out a burst of exclamation, and quickly stepped back, only to see the Slayer's right hand grabbing the Great Fireball and sweeping through the air.

Bang, the huge black hand swept across the city wall, only to see white moon stones, messy wood, and gray cloth splashing everywhere. In this sweep, a trace of more than half a meter deep has appeared on the city wall.

The slayer raised his right hand and squeezed it slightly, and the fireball dissipated silently in its hand.