After riding a unicorn and flashing a dense ice pick, seeing that it was not a way to hide like this, Yang Ling gritted his teeth and decided to give it a go. After pinching a handprint, summon fifteen deadwood warriors.

Under Yang Ling's command, the deadwood warrior with a giant mace in his hand pounced on the hydra with heavy steps, kicking up a large cloud of dust with each step. After surrounding the Hydra, he slammed it hard, and with each smash, the ground shook like an earthquake.

Caught off guard, the hydra was surrounded by fifteen deadwood warriors more than ten meters high. The first to suffer were the nine magic-wielding snake heads, smashed by the Deadwood Warriors. Immediately after, there was a heart-piercing pain in the lumbar spine, and the unicorn that was wandering around seized the opportunity to be electrified.

Giant Summoner?

Seeing Yang Ling raise his hand and summon a full fifteen giants more than ten meters high, people were taken aback again. I thought that Yang Ling would definitely die, but who knows, in the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds will change color, and it will be Yimiya's turn to tremble.

"Pound it, smash it!"

"Damn, blow up its snake head and squash its seven inches!"

Seeing that Yang Ling turned defeat into victory, Cassie and the others cheered happily, and the mercenaries who had withdrawn far away also shouted excitedly. Not to mention anything else, being able to witness the killing of a ninth-level demonic beast is already a great blessing in life. Except for masters such as the well-informed old man in black, ordinary people simply can't tell the difference between a hydra monster and a hydra demon.

The flame ring, the earth guardian cloak, a large number of evil eyes that will be arrayed, the Bato demon covered in flames, the legendary ninth-level demonic beast, and the giant more than ten meters high, people are excited. I've never seen such a wonderful decisive battle. Whoever on both sides can have the last laugh will be worth the trip.

Looking at the many deadwood warriors who appeared in the sky, and looking at Yang Ling who was approaching step by step, Yimiya's mind was blank. After forcibly summoning the hydra monster at the expense of a lot of essence blood and ten years of life, he thought that he could humiliate Yang Ling, a damn summoner, and then cut his throat with his own hands, but he didn't expect that he was actually a giant summoner.

Do you have to use a last resort?

Looking at the hydra monster surrounded by the Deadwood Warriors, Imia hesitated. The Blood Staff of the Basilisk is a treasure secretly handed down from the ancestors, and according to legend, it is the treasure of the town clan dug up under the altar of a secluded seaside tribe after their ancestors ransacked them.

After obtaining the Basilisk Blood Staff, the Ancestor left behind a mutilated spell and testament, emphasizing that forcibly using the Basilisk Blood Staff would consume a large amount of essence blood and even cause unpredictable disasters. Don't use it until it's a last resort.

"Tsk, Brother Imia, I can't see that you still have so much blood. After shedding so much blood and still being so energetic, it is worthy of growing up drinking blood. Hehe, it's amazing, it's worthy of the Anka family!"

Looking at the dejected Imia, Yang Ling smiled coldly, raised the sharp dagger in his hand, and prepared to humiliate him again before slitting his throat. But if he knew the hesitation in Imia's heart, he was afraid that he would do it immediately, where would there be such leisure.

"Hahaha, good, good, good! Yang Ling, today is either you die, or I forget!" was provoked by Yang Ling, and the impulsive Yimiya was furious and left the ancestors' teachings behind.

After slashing her wrist three times in a row, Imia pressed the wound to the strange Basilisk Blood Staff, followed by a loud murmur. Soon, his face turned pale, as if he had been sucked dry of the essence and blood of the snake demon blood staff, his muscles shrank little by little, his eyebrows and hair turned from black to white, and after a gust of wind blew only a smooth bald head.

Mummy?

Looking at Yimiya, who was dry in an instant, Yang Ling's scalp was numb, and the hairs on his body stood up one by one. I subconsciously remembered the dried corpses of Egyptian mummies I had seen on TV, with empty eye sockets and dead tree-like skin.

Yang Ling was shocked, and the onlookers were even more frightened, not knowing what tricks Imia was playing, worried about whether he would summon any more terrifying monsters to come out. Legend has it that the Anka family is the embodiment of demons, and now it seems that it is true.

Imia became less human, not like a ghost, and with his last shout, the snake demon blood staff burst out with a surge of black gas. At the same time, the hydra monster, which was smashed and dizzy, was shaken. After roaring, the whole body seemed to swell in a circle, and the black light flowed on the dense scales. The Deadwood Warriors smashed down with a stick, and there was a crisp 'ding' sound, as if they had smashed a piece of hard titanium alloy.

After absorbing the black qi that burst out of the snake demon's blood staff, the Hydra Monster was greatly boosted, and with one move, he shook his head and tail, and slapped several deadwood warriors away. Immediately following the movement of the nine heads, in an instant, purple flames appeared in the sky.

Purple Skyfire?

After sensing the surging magic fluctuations, the old man in black looked startled and quickly opened his eyes. He didn't expect that after absorbing the black qi that burst out of the snake demon's blood staff, the hydra monster's cultivation had greatly advanced, and he was only one step away from advancing to the ninth-order demonic beast hydra demon. It seems that the snake demon blood staff is really powerful, and it is worthy of being a dark holy weapon.

The Deadwood Warriors were tall and strong, and their strength was endless, but the purple flame happened to be their nemesis, and they were burned all over their bodies in the blink of an eye, and their vitality was greatly damaged. Seeing this, Yang Ling didn't care about chasing and killing the corpse-like Imiya, gritted his teeth and summoned all the evil eyes.

"Hahaha, burn, burn, burn, burn these guys to charcoal for me!" Seeing the Hydra show its might, Imia looked like crazy, holding on to the weird snake demon blood staff and laughing. Under his command, the Hydra Monster stared at the Deadwood Warriors, unaware that a large group of evil eyes suddenly appeared behind him.

"Damn, I don't believe I can't wear your scale armor!"

After commanding the many evil eyes to quickly line up the formation, Yang Ling quickly ordered an attack. Suddenly, 10,000 bullets were fired, and egg-sized light bullets poured down on the Hydra Monster that was caught off guard.

There is no unstoppable spear in the world, and there is no shield that cannot be pierced.

The scales of the Hydra Cusk were so hard that even the mighty Deadwood Warriors wouldn't smash them, but the Evil Eye did. This kind of so-called garbage-like chicken rib monster, under the command of Yang Ling, once again surprised people and saw the truth that quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.

A single Evil Eye is insignificant, and its slow attacks, scattered celestial numbers, and snail-like speed are all enough to be fatal to an enemy with a single blow. But when the number gathers to more than two thousand, attacks in batches and forms a continuous network of firepower, the destructive power is staggering. Soon, the scale armor on the hydra monster's body was pitted, and the flesh and blood blurred after being shot multiple times in many places, revealing the white bones.

Under the severe pain, the hydra monster surnamed Dafa, the nine heads moved in unison, emitting flames in the sky, and tried their best to pounce on Yang Ling. Relying on the fast-moving unicorn, Yang Ling narrowly escaped again and again, but the slow-moving evil eye suffered heavy losses. Some were burned to black coals and rolled on the ground, while others were even burned to ashes and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the Hydra Monster was surnamed Dafa, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he remembered the story of Sun Wukong borrowing a banana fan, so he simply let it out. Gritting his teeth, he summoned more than 2,000 horned bee beasts and ordered them to burrow through the wounds on the hydra monster and frantically bite its internal organs.

hiss

Under the mutation, the hydra monster rolled on the ground, twisting its waist desperately, hoping to shake the terrifying horned bee beast out. But it turned out to be all in vain, and soon, it tasted the taste of Soul Eater of Ten Thousand Ants. He trembled in pain and screamed hoarsely.

Seeing that the hydra monster was tired of parrying, without Yang Ling's command, the unicorn with the surname Ling and many deadwood warriors automatically joined the ranks of the group fight. In particular, the several deadwood warriors who were burned to the ground, and in their rage, they smashed the desperately struggling Hydra Monster like a pile. After the giant mace broke, he picked up the boulders and threw them down, lifted them, and then smashed them down again.

Under the combined blows of the evil eye, the horned bee, the deadwood warrior, and the unicorn, the hydra was soon covered in blood and scarred. Blood and brains gushed out, intestines fell out, screams grew lower and lower, and struggles became weaker and weaker.

After solving the threat of the hydra, Yang Ling rode a unicorn and pounced on the stunned Yimia like lightning, and this time, he didn't say any more nonsense. The staff in Imia's hand is so weird that the hell knows if this guy will summon some terrifying monster if he just gives him time.

Yang Ling reacted quickly, and at the same time, it wasn't until the hydra monster fell motionless to the ground that the corpse-like Imia reacted from the shock. It's a pity that it was too late, and before he could turn around and flee, Yang Ling's sharp dagger stabbed in from his heart, killing him with one blow!

"You"

Imia looked at the dagger in disbelief, her eyes wide and dead. Until the moment he lost his breath, he couldn't imagine that after carefully planning for so long, not only could he not take revenge, but he died in the hands of Yang Ling.

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