This is a canyon, a canyon with clear streams and shady banks.

But how can this be a canyon? Shouldn't it be a barren place with little life?

Like everyone else, Thirteen Lang and Mai Shaofei fell into great panic as soon as this thought came to their minds.

It is indeed a canyon, a forbidden area where no soul is allowed to set foot in!

As soon as you enter, the first thing you are greeted by is not a sight, but a roar that can break your eardrums.

Many people become deaf and bleed from both ears at the first time, followed by loss of sanity, either into madness or dementia at all.

Without being there, people would never have imagined how impactful the resonance of floaters can be. The sky shook, the earth trembled, and there were twisting ripples everywhere: as if in the next moment, the space here would be overwhelmed by a storm of sound, causing a terrible torrent.

People who were lucky enough to wake up from the vertigo caused by the impact of sound waves were collectively stunned after seeing everything in front of them.

There is no shock, and shock cannot comprehend what they see, and there is no fear, because there is no time to fear: despair is the only thought that remains in everyone's mind.

It's too light! If you want to describe the number of magic mosquitoes that appear in front of you, there is only one word that can express it.

Covering the sky...... Cover the sun!

The sky is gray, the air is gray, and everything around is gray except the ground: too many gray tracks streak through the air, and the picture composed is neither a point, nor a line, not even a surface, but a hòu heavy wall!

In the gray that filled the sky and the earth, there would often be a green light, and occasionally there would be a blue light shining, and the body size was obviously several times larger than the surrounding gray mosquitoes. As for the gray lowest-level mosquito king, there are already countless of them!

At a glance, there are hundreds of blue mosquitoes in the canyon less than a kilometer long, and there are seven or eight blue mosquito kings. If you want to estimate the number of common gray mosquitoes...... , no one wants to think.

By this time, everyone had already understood in their hearts that this was a mosquito nest! And it was an old nest that most likely harbored a purple mosquito king!

"How can this be? The light door opens and leads directly to the Demon Mosquito's hometown!"

Everyone wanted to ask, but no one dared to ask, and they didn't have time to ask. They must gather their spirits in the shortest possible time, summon up the courage of zuihou, and work hard for the slightest possibility of survival.

You don't have to look at it to imagine how miserable the situation of the 5,000 people who entered before. The five thousand-man teams led by the five major tribes of Shentu, Chen, and Fengchai are now less than 2,000 people, and they have been divided into several small pieces, and with the collective efforts of the monks in their respective teams, they have erected a light shield and waited for reinforcements to arrive.

How much time has it been? Has the vanguard lost most of it, and almost all of the rest are wounded, and they are tired and frightened and have little will to fight. If it weren't for the continuous rush of people from behind, which attracted the attention of the vast majority of mosquito kings, those people would have been wiped out long ago, and there would not be even a little scum left.

If it is an ordinary mosquito swarm, or even a mosquito swarm led by a low-level mosquito king, it may not be used to use the empty numbers, as people think, as long as it gives full play to the unique cunning and cunning of human beings, it is completely possible to annihilate them one by one by piecemeal means.

The fact in front of me is that after the Demon Mosquito has a high-level, especially the command of the Mosquito King above the blue level, its lethality is raised by three percent out of thin air!

Look at it! That's the charge, that's the harassment, that's the cover, and there's confusion: the billions of demon mosquitoes are simply an orderly army, and they are not afraid of death, taking turns to attack the incoming crowd. Every wave that swept by, it would take away a lot of lives and give birth to countless souls. ...,

From a purely combat point of view, the Mosquito is the most heroic warrior, they are low in intelligence and fearless, blindly obedient and unassertive, and the only thing they possess is bloodlust and coldness. They only obey the command of their respective mosquito kings, and the mosquito kings obey the command of the mosquito kings of the previous layer, without hesitation, without discounts, even if they all die.

Their bodies are fragile, and any warrior here can slap a few to death, but their attacks are terrifying, even if they are two-star warriors, the mouthparts of ordinary floaters can be pierced: then they suck hard, bringing severe pain, bringing numbness, and at the same time taking away blood, body fluids, bone marrow, and life.

If they are facing a monk, they will absorb magic power and break the protective vitality in the shortest possible time, and once they are hit by the floaters, the monk's body is far less powerful than that of a body refiner. Normally, as long as a dozen demon mosquitoes suck at the same time, the monk will lose his ability to resist and become a demented puppet, allowing the mosquitoes to slaughter.

How many devil mosquitoes are there? A million is too little, is ten million enough?

Nobody knows.

Countless pairs of gray indifferent eyes flashed in the air, witnessing a large meal of human beings coming one after another.

"Help me....... ”

This is the first picture that Shisanlang saw, and it is also the first picture that Mai Shaofei saw.

Su Mei, the who still did not forget to show off her amorous feelings, and the woman who struggled to survive in this shijie, cultivated as a monk who had reached the middle stage of foundation building, was broken through the defense by a team of hundreds of demon mosquitoes and attacked the main body.

Her strongest point is charm, but this kind of exercise can't exert any power in the face of inhuman demon mosquitoes. Floaters the size of half a finger pounced on her, repeating the simplest and most lethal movements, piercing her body without mercy.

Rushing up, he pierced his mouthparts and inhaled sharply, but flew away, making room for other floaters. Su Mei's arms, legs, chest, back, and even eyes, ears, nose and tongue, there are floaters pounced and devoured everywhere.

Her mana was empty, and all her magic weapons were exhausted: now Yao could only slap with her double noon instinctively in a daze, panic, and her body rolled on the ground at the same time.

Less than five meters in front of her was the light mask organized by the old man of the Chen family, as long as she could enter there, she could get a respite and be rescued.

However, it was not enough.

Her arms went numb after only a few swings, and her still plump chest quickly dried up like a deflated ball: her hands, her legs, and her skull.

At this time, she is like an evil ghost!

"Help me...... , save ......"

Su Mei screamed and stretched out her hand towards the light mask, and the people in the light mask looked at her blankly, there was no fear in their eyes, only a thick sadness and despair, and they knew that maybe in the next moment, they would face the same ending as her.

The floaters were still charging, pounced, pierced and devoured: Su Mei gave up her efforts, turned her head with great difficulty, and glanced in the direction she had entered this dead land.

She bolted and saw Thirteen Lang and the others, and saw the moment they entered this place: she also saw Mai Shaofei.

This is the first time she has faced her young master without avoiding it, and it is also Zuihou once.

"Roar... Ho ho..."

Su Mei had a few floaters lying on her face, and she stared at Mai Shaofei with the only remaining eyes that had been blurred, as if questioning.

"Poof!", and a floater pounced on her eyelids, and its mouthparts pierced through her eyeballs without hesitation, without splashing a drop. ...,

Su Mei didn't move.

"Coffee..."

There was a terrifying roar, and two fire dragons roared. A white lightning bolt swept through the air, and Mai Shaofei's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he soared into the air more than ten meters high.

Mai Shaofei had already prepared for the possible danger and had taken the necessary precautions, but he never imagined that the entire army of the Burning Spirit Clan would have to face such a situation.

He saw Su Mei's eyes and understood: although she was just a small person, although she was actually a lowly woman, although she had never been favored by Mai Shaofei...... But when he saw that gaze, Mai Shaofei felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in his heart several times in a row, and he trembled inexplicably.

This is suicide! This is suicide!

Waving his hand at the few light shields that would be shattered at any moment, Mai Shaofei forgot about the flight ban here and let out the strongest roar of his life.

"Kill me!"

At the same time, ten figures flew out, heading straight for the densest concentration of demon mosquitoes. The dazed people began to wake up, and everyone realized one thing, not to kill the enemy...... , you will die!

"Kill!"

"Kill it!"

"Kill them!"

The end of despair is to rise up, no matter how many tribes come from, no matter how panicked they are in their hearts, there is only one thought left at this time, kill the past!

Only by bringing the crowd together in one place, and only by forming an organized battle formation, can everyone save their lives, survive, and even win the final victory.

The sounds of shouting came and went, and the scattered sounds gradually converged, converging into a fierce dragon, which opposed the roar of the surrounding demon mosquitoes. Colorful spells are cast in the air, and supernatural powers are being sprinkled, as well as strange-shaped magic weapons, and a wide variety and endless number of blades.

"Outside the battle spirit, inside the monk, don't spare your mana, open your magic to the maximum, and kill me with all your might!"

In the emergency, Mai Shaofei did not forget his duty: he opened the way with two fire dragons, and crisscrossed back and forth among countless demon mosquitoes. He did not rush to attack, but organized the team first.

Gradually, the people began to become orderly, and the alchemists stepped on the corpses of countless demon mosquitoes, and also stepped on the corpses of their companions to rush to the periphery, using weapons and flesh as shields to cover the monks who returned to the inner circle. Because there are people to defend themselves, the monk can open the mana to the limit, and cast all the spells that can bring killing. And with the large-scale killing of the monks, the pressure on the body refiners was also reduced, and the pressure gradually decreased.

Once thousands of people are organized, the lethal effect is also extremely significant. Soon, the place where the people stood was emptied, and although they suffered great damage, it was not as scattered as before. People's courage is being restored, confidence is beginning to ignite, and shouting is becoming more vigorous and crazy.

At this time, Mai Shaofei had worries on his face.

Looking at the endless demon mosquitoes like an ocean, Mai Shaofei knew that such a tactic could support for a while, but it could not last long. Once the monk's mana is exhausted, the team will still face the end of destruction.

"Rush over!"

He didn't have time to think about the rest of the matter, so he could only save the few people who could no longer support it first, and slowly try to figure it out after establishing a temperature formation.

Hearing the command, the crowd rolled forward like a torrent, and the demon mosquitoes fell to the ground like raindrops, unstoppable. And among the many figures, there is also a ghostly gray shadow, like a whirlwind, whistling by.

"What are you doing!" Mai Shaofei's eyes suddenly tightened, and he shouted at Thirteen Lang.

"Capture the thief and capture the king!" Thirteen Lang's voice came from afar, and it disappeared into the vast mosquito bush in an instant.

It's not bragging, writing about battles is actually my forte, but I don't want to write more: because combat is only one part of the novel, one of the elements of characterization...... Nothing more!

It's like eating a big meal, and it's only refreshing to do it once in a while. Well...... There are more battles in the dungeon, so let's vent happily.

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