Angry, roaring.

Blood, limbs.

Death, fear.

On this night, the Second Tribe was reduced to hell on earth.

All those who tried to kill Chen Ling or wanted to snatch the Deep Sea Blue Tiger were all killed without exception, either piercing their hearts with a sword, or cutting off their heads with a sword, or incinerated to ashes by the blue flames.

The earth, in the darkness, turned red.

And it was not only Chen Ling and Da Gu who caused the killing, Yi Ren, Mo Chunjiao, Zhou Lanxin and the three of them also participated in this killing, as for Wu Han, Yi Xin and Dongfang Bailong, they were the first shots in this battle, if they didn't fight first, maybe the battle would have dragged on a little longer.

It is very difficult for seven people to create a killing, Chen Ling and Da Gu have extremely rich killing experience, and they can achieve ten kills in one step, and although the remaining six people now have outstanding abilities, but in the face of unprecedented challenges, their abilities have once again been greatly tested.

Fortunately, most of the forces were concentrated on Chen Ling and Da Gu's side, and they were under much less pressure, otherwise they really couldn't guarantee that they could get out of the way.

After all, many people in the second tribe are on par with their strength, and if you want to say that the strength is outstanding, I'm afraid that only Yiren is the only one, and even if she is not comfortable, it is not easy to face dozens of lower third-order martial artists to surround her.

But......

Whether it's three girls or three big men, they are far superior to these people of the Second Tribe in terms of ability, they are always more decisive in killing skills, they have more agile skills and movements. They have more determination to die and survive.

These. It's all something they learned from Chen Ling. Now it is used to kill people, but these skills are vividly embodied.

Martial artist, sure enough, you still have to fight with martial artists to know your level.

......

It was a grand killing party, with roars and wails being the prelude to the opening, combat and limbs being the highlight of the show, and death and despair being the final ending.

Everyone in the Second Tribe didn't expect Chen Ling to be able to be so powerful, his killing skills were simply born to kill. His speed, his strength, his agility, these are all produced to cooperate with the killing, if the number of kills can prove his strength, then at this moment everyone is willing to believe that this is not just a Martial King, maybe he is a peerless master who has entered the realm of the Martial Emperor, otherwise it is impossible for so many of them to be killed by him one by one.

They're not rookies, they're not weak chickens. On the contrary, they are all masters of Wuzun's strength, but tonight. They thought they were mighty but they all fell under his sword, either beheaded by a sword or pierced through the heart by a sword, and under his men, not a single wounded person was seen, and the only fate and final result of rushing to fight him was death.

Although they had fought with all their might, the more they tried their best, the faster they died.

How deep is he hiding?

Nobody knows.

Now no one wants to explore this pointless thing, there are only two choices in front of them, either continue the fight and be killed by him, or give up their stupid ideas and take advantage of the chaos to escape!

Many people chose the latter, they couldn't see any indication that Chen Ling, a terrifying master, could be killed, nor did they see any indication that they had the ability to snatch the Deep Sea Blue Tiger cub from him.

If you can't see any hope, then it's better to just give up, rather than make senseless sacrifices here, it's better to take control of your own life and run away quickly.

As a warrior, fate is in your own hands, but this sentence is actually only half said, to fully understand the meaning of the warrior, add another sentence - but don't mess with people who shouldn't be provoked, otherwise the power of life and death will be in the hands of your opponent.

These people thought that their fate was still in their own hands, but they didn't know that when they planned their actions, they had already handed over their fate to their opponent - Chen Ling!

And Chen Ling is a person who doesn't like to give others a chance, so whether they continue to fight or choose to escape, they have only one end.

Fight to the death in despair.

Death without pain is Chen Ling's greatest mercy to these warriors, as for the way to live...... They still think about how they can have a more realistic future life.

......

The killing lasted from late night to early morning, and more than 1,000 people were not many, and it only took a few hours to kill them all.

As the sun shone on the horizon, Chen Ling chopped off the head of the last recalcitrant warrior, and Dagu successfully guarded its defenses, reducing the last two who tried to escape to ashes.

The battle between Wu Han and Yiren was not over yet, but the general trend had already made those people have no idea of fighting, and in just a few minutes, the two sides gradually quieted down.

The Second Tribe can really be described as dead silent now.

There was no smell of blood, as the bitter cold weather quickly froze the corpses on the ground into ice, and the entire Second Tribe simply exuded a chilling horror.

The limbs were densely piled up in the battle area, and the surrounding snow had been frozen into blood-red ice because of the blood soaking, and the blood splashed around it also stained the white snow on the ground, mottled as if the gods had sprinkled dark red dye, and sprinkled a dark red on this white earth.

But it was not a good angel who tried to paint the earth, but a terrible demon.

This demon is named Chen Ling.

The golden sunlight of the early morning shone on his face, and the arrogant but indifferent expression formed a huge contrast with the hideous corpses around him, if death and hideousness represented hell, then his wild cold expression was even more terrifying than hell.

It was something that only the god of hell could have such an expression in the face of such a situation, and the golden sunlight falling on his face even made him look a hint of holiness, which would be terrifying if it were not for death.

The sun soon rose from the horizon and poked its head out of sight, the golden morning light dispelled the last bit of darkness of the cold night, and the blood and corpses on the earth were more clearly displayed in front of the world.

Of the large Second Tribe, only seven were still standing, and the rest were all dead at their feet.

Under the sun, they saw the killing they had made more clearly, and they felt uncomfortable in the face of corpses all over the ground, but their hearts were calmer than they thought, perhaps because they had been with him for a long time.

Everyone focused their eyes on Chen Ling...... (To be continued......)