"Smack."

"Smack."

Li Changan stepped on the blood and water all over the ground, and walked slowly from the city gate to the Wu army in front of him.

The sound of footsteps, like a talisman, trampled on the hearts of the witches.

"Go on, let this king see, who can escape from here for the first time!"

The flaming long knife in Li Changan's hand flowed down a scorching breath like magma, burning the ground out of hole after hole.

The ground was littered with the corpses of the witch clan that had been consumed by the flames, and there was a strong smell of burnt paste.

The Witches, who were standing at the front, involuntarily took a few steps back.

They had been frightened by Li Changan's brutality.

I couldn't find any chance of victory at all, even if I used my life to fill it, I could still feel that the enemy killing them was no different from killing a chicken.

The enemy's speed is too fast, the means are too strong, and they don't even have a chance to fight back.

Unless the enemy's stamina is exhausted, there is no chance of winning.

"Kill ......"

Qi Mang roared loudly and threw out the short spear in his hand directly.

The rest of the witches also took action.

The converging offensive directly laid a curtain of flames in front of him, wanting to block Li Changan.

However, the rush of thunder shattered their illusions.

Li Changan carried a terrifying thunderbolt that directly penetrated hundreds of Wu clans.

Blood flies, broken limbs fly.

"Very well, go on!"

Li Changan encouraged Qi Mang.

Qi Mang's eyes were full of flames, and he kept throwing short spears, and dozens of short spears shuttled back and forth in the air, stabbing at Li Changan frantically.

The short spears tore at the air and whistled.

Li Changan disappeared in place again, and the sound of thunder even overpowered the shouts of so many witch clans.

Everywhere they passed, the flaming knives brutally and indifferently harvested one life after another.

Qi Mang's eyes were cracked, and the enemy had now completely changed his style, leaving him in chaos.

Originally, he was still fighting like a witch, fighting head-on, and fighting hard.

But now, the speed has been exerted to the extreme, and it is this kind of terrifying teleportation that can't even be captured by a figure.

How can this be stopped?

The besieging witches didn't know how to make a move, because they didn't know where the other party would suddenly attack.

And when the enemy appears, it means his own death.

Weak and broken.

And the witches who stood behind the army of Liwu also collapsed.

They are in the same predicament as Qi Mang.

The object of the attack could not be found at all.

The enemy seems to be the embodiment of thunder in the sky, too fast and too powerful.

Rampage in the army, without scruples.

Qi Mang was furious and hateful, he wanted to tear his enemy into countless pieces, but he was almost driven crazy by reality.

At this moment,

The roar of thunder suddenly rushed towards him.

By the time Qi Mang realized it in shock, it was already too late.

At short distances, the sound is almost the same as Li Changan's teleportation.

However, once the distance was lengthened, when he heard the thunder, Li Changan had already come to the place of teleportation.

In other words, teleportation is faster than sound!

Now, Li Changan was standing behind Qi Mang, slapping him on the head,

"Surrender to me, and this king can spare your life."

Qi Mang didn't dare to move, he could clearly feel the frenzied force above his head.

Once you refuse, I am afraid that what will greet you will be death.

But, the Wu clan, never afraid of death.

Just as Qi Mang was about to grit his teeth and die, Li Changan's words made him hesitate,

"As long as you surrender, I will allow you to go on a campaign for this king!"

"You have a chance...... Survive. ”

Li Changan is like a demon from the abyss, he knows the fear in the hearts of these witch clans.

They are not afraid of death, but when death concerns the entire tribe, they have to be cautious.

The surrounding power witches and witches didn't dare to make random moves.

The enemy is holding the strongest of their tribe hostage.

If the Qimang Great Witch dies, the Jumang tribe will really be finished.

Without the Great Witch in charge, the Great Tribe will also lose its cornerstone, and will eventually be slowly worn out and disappear into the Tianzhu Mountains and Forests.

If you're lucky, you can still retain some of your strength and become a middle tribe.

As luck would have it, it would have broken up into hundreds of small tribes, most of which would not survive the first year.

"You now have a stake in the fate of the entire tribe." Li Changan's five fingers gradually began to tighten,

"As long as you refuse, I will kill all of your tribe."

"If you agree, I'll make you my men."

"Hundreds of thousands of lives, all in your next sentence."

Li Changan's voice, like the whisper of a demon god, made Qi Mang almost crazy.

He was not afraid of death, but he did not want his tribe to be slaughtered.

Time became extraordinarily hard and slow at this moment.

"Three."

"Two."

But Li Changan didn't give Qi Mang a chance to delay at all, and a countdown to death came out of his mouth.

Qi Mang looked around, his face was both frightened and eager to tear the enemy's clansmen alive, and finally lowered his head, "I surrender." ”

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Li Changan's mouth, and he didn't withdraw his hand, "Very good, in front of all the clansmen, serve me as the master." ”

Qi Mang's eyes were full of humiliated anger, "You are insulting my dignity, the Wu clan will never be treacherous......"

Li Changan interrupted him, "Otherwise, I will continue to kill." ”

"Look at how many people's lives are worth your so-called dignity."

Qi Mang didn't say a word, and finally "poofed" and knelt on the ground.

Facing Li Changan, he lowered his head, "The ancestral witch is above, Qi Mang, I am willing to serve ......"

"Nether." Li Changan said his name.

"The ancestral witch is above, Qi Mang is willing to serve the Netherworld King as the lord and fight for the Netherworld!" Qi Mang's voice spread in all directions.

Li Changan stretched out his hand and pointed at the center of Qi Mang's eyebrows, and imprinted a rune on the center of his eyebrows.

This rune can communicate with the Netherworld Emperor, as long as Qi Mang rebels, even if Li Changan is not nearby, the Netherworld Emperor can also use the power of the Glowing Ancient Star to directly detonate the rune.

The regular threads of the runes will be stirred in an instant.

Qi Mang will also be directly blown to pieces, and he will definitely die.

Li Changan looked around and found that the witches of this tribe were still looking at him directly, and immediately shouted angrily,

"All witches, all kneel down to this king!"

"Otherwise, there will be no mercy!"

The sound echoed within the walls of the tribe.

The arrogant and ferocious momentum on Li Changan's body was like a tidal wave, slapping frantically around.

Finally, the first force witch knelt down.

This was followed by the second, and then the third......

But after all, there are still many hard bones, and I would rather die than kneel.

Li Changan was quite satisfied with this, he didn't need such a tough subordinate.

The more hard bones, the more essence blood that can be refined.

He wasn't interested in Corporal Lixian.

Just need to be obedient.

In the Wu clan, which convinces people with strength, the fist is the only truth.

Li Changan spread out his palms, and one by one the flame runes turned into flame spears, which were spread out in the sky.

10, 100 roots...... 1,000 roots.

The mighty flaming spears illuminated the night sky as bright as day.

"Look closely, you just saved most of your tribe."

"As long as I want, it doesn't take a night for this tribe to be killed by me."

Li Changan said to Qi Mang, who was kneeling on the ground.

Qi Mang raised his head in a daze, looked at the dense flame spears in the sky, and was immediately shocked by Li Changan's terrifying power.

He couldn't imagine exerting such a terrifying power at one time.

Could it be that this Nether King is really a Witch King?

Otherwise, how could they have such shocking power?

Li Changan's big hand waved down suddenly.

In the Jumang tribe, there seems to be a dazzling meteor shower.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

……

Every time the flame spear fell, there was a witch who did not want to kneel, and was consumed by the flames.

At the end of the round, a thousand witches died.

Li Changan raised his hand again and fell.

Another thousand.

Life, at this time, becomes the cheapest existence.

"It's impossible for you to rely on numerical superiority to besiege me." Li Changan was still destroying Qi Mang's psychological defense line at this time,

"If it weren't for the fact that this king was still refining the flesh, you wouldn't even be able to touch this king."

As he spoke, a thousand more witches were consumed by the flames.

Qi Mang looked at the meteor fire shower that continued to form, and then the extremely brilliant fire, and there was only endless fear left in his eyes.

What kind of power is this?

It was as if there was no end in sight.

With such power, it is impossible for the Great Witch to possess it!

Li Changan's killing was cold and indifferent.

When he waved down for the tenth time.

In the tribe, there is finally no longer a standing witch clan.

Li Changan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the fact that a lot of runes had been stored before, this would not have been as rounded.

"Collect all the corpses and blood." Li Changan leaned down and patted Qi Mang's shoulder,

"Just pile up all the corpses at the gates."

With that, the sound of thunder sounded again.

In the next moment, Li Changan sat on the city wall at the gate of the city, overlooking the Jumang tribe that had almost become ruins.

Glowing Ancient Star,

The Nether Emperor opened his eyes in surprise.

One after another remnant souls appeared in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, there were five or six thousand, which made his Netherworld suddenly grow a lot.

All the remnants of the soul are worshipping Him.

The Netherworld Emperor finally clearly sensed the regular silk thread corresponding to the power of worship.

He grabbed the thread and pressed it to the flower of the sea of blood beneath his seat.

The power of the stars on the Glowing Ancient Star suddenly became active.

The Nether Emperor took a deep breath and manipulated a large amount of glowing power to refine himself.

As soon as the spirit is refined, it is almost completed......