Today, only half of them survive!

"Survive," the ghost general paused, a perverted smile flashed on his face, "It will be able to refine the demon heart of the dead demon, accelerate the cultivation of the demon heart in the body, and ensure that the demon heart will be nurtured and matured within a month! As for the dead, the corpse will be thrown into the demon soul forest and devoured by the demon beast!"

"Therefore, from now on, your only goal is to kill the demons around you until there are only fifty left!"

The cold and cruel words echoed in the ears of all the demons, most of them were as dead as ashes, and their already numb eyes were filled with deep despair. And Yang Ran's face was also pale, but his right hand was quietly raised and placed on his waist.

With his mid-stage cultivation of demons, he is almost the bottom of this hundred demons, and if he falls into a chaotic fight, his life will definitely be lost. Thinking of this, Yang Ran's eyes were already a few bloodshots, and the color of madness was also condensed, and his right hand trembled slightly, as if he was holding something.

Seemingly satisfied with the fear and horror in everyone's eyes, the ghost hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a gloomy smile, "Therefore, whether it is life or death, whether you can live for two more months depends on ......."

"Ah!!h

The atmosphere was already tense, and this sudden scream made everyone's bodies tremble and look at it suddenly.

I saw that on the west side of the blood tan, a young man had a sharp blade inserted in his chest, and silver-white blood continued to flow along the sharp blade, and there was still a trace of consternation on his pale face, obviously he had not come to his senses yet. Then, in a pool of silvery-white blood, his body slowly softened.

Even if he fell, his eyes were still full of consternation, and he didn't know until he died, who would dare to sneak attack him when the ghost general was talking?

And at this time, when he fell, the thin figure of the black-haired young man behind him gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

A flush swelled on Yang Ran's pale face, he didn't make a sound, but slowly pulled out the blade, and then put his hand into the corpse's chest, dug out the black demon heart, held it in his hand, and let the silver-white blood soak the palm of his hand.

Feeling the gathering of all eyes, Yang Ran was silent, just staring at the ghost general, the hand holding the demon's heart kept trembling, and now, his life and death were only decided in the thoughts of this guy.

The ghost general's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, here, no one dared to kill someone while he was speaking!

At this moment, Yang Ran only felt that there was a butcher's blood knife hanging over his head, which would fall down at any time, leaving his body in a different place.

"Hehe, yes, yes, you're very obedient. Conspiracy and slaughter are the rules of survival in the Eighteen Blood Demon Domains, and I am very satisfied!"

I don't know if it was a snap of his fingers or a century, a sentence came into Yang Ran's ears, his tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"That's right!" Yang Ran breathed a long sigh of relief, originally with the tyrannical and murderous character of a ghost general, he would definitely be unable to escape death if he committed such a crime. But now is a very difficult situation, what the ghost general needs is to ignite the fuse of the fight, so Yang Ran is doing this with him, and the ghost general is angry but will not do it.

At this time, the boy who had just died on the ground had turned into a pile of rotting dried corpses in a matter of moments due to the loss of his demonic heart. Yang Ran was silent, holding the Demon Heart in his right hand, and his left hand caressed the dead eyes, closing them, and then stood aside to absorb the Demon Heart to improve his cultivation.

Here, mercy is the worst of all. Justice, kindness, life, all of this is ridiculous, Yang Ran does not want life, but just survival.

"Remember, there are less than fifty demons, and no one is allowed to stop!" The ghost general glanced at Yang Ran intentionally or unintentionally, and the voice of wild laughter sounded again, "From this moment on, you can enjoy the slaughter to your heart's content, haha!"

At this command, the entire crowd paused for a moment, and of course, only for a moment.

I don't know who moved it, and after that, the fear and killing spread like leaves blown by the wind, one by one, until the whole tree trembled violently.

There are no comrades-in-arms, and there is no need to be enemies, these hundred human warriors turned into demons, fighting around this blood tan, silver-white blood splattering everywhere, screams, muffled snorts, and flesh collisions intertwined, playing the music of death.

It was a very silent and violent slaughter, no quarrels, no shouting, and when the slaughter became a reason to live, even the gods could not bear to reproach you.

People keep falling, people keep digging out and absorbing their demonic hearts, only in a stick of incense, twenty or thirty people have died, the ground is full of stumps and broken arms, and there are already dead corpses lying horizontally.

Yang Ran stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking at all this with cold eyes, he had already absorbed the demon heart just now, although he had not yet broken through to the late stage of the demon man, there were faint signs of breakthrough.

And during this period, unexpectedly, no one attacked him, perhaps it was the initial attack that temporarily shocked the other demons.

The fighting in the field continued, more and more people died, and it became chaotic, but Yang Ran's gaze always stayed on the two in the field.

The two looked very similar, with long squinting faces and gloomy faces, and the others were fighting on their own, but these two actually joined forces to besiege the others, and these two people were extremely ruthless, as if they were two poisonous snakes that devoured life, wandering in this crowd.

"Zhao Baige, Zhao Baiwu, it seems that the two of them are also going to break through to the late stage demons. A cold glint flashed in Yang Ran's eyes, these two people were the two brothers who were the deacons of the Zhao family, and it was these two people who besieged him in the first place, so that the demon tide could find a gap and sweep him in one fell swoop.

It seemed to feel Yang Ran's gaze, and at this time, the two of them also looked at each other, and then they grinned and sneered, and their figures turned around, and they actually ran towards this side!

With such a change, Yang Ran's heart suddenly burst out, and he suddenly felt bad, and at this moment, Zhao Baige's fierce palm wind was approaching, and his face hurt, and Yang Ran hurriedly raised his hand to resist.

"Bang!!"

Under the collision, Yang Ran only felt that his chest was dull, and he hurriedly took two steps back, but at this moment, the yin wind behind him gusted, and the cold killing intent hit the back of his head, and Zhao Baiwu's cold demonic aura was close at hand!

Striking back and forth, in a hurry, Yang Ran hurriedly turned around and met it with both palms.

However, his unpreparedness was comparable to the other party's deliberate sneak attack? Under the collision of palms, Yang Ran's body trembled violently, and he stepped back more than a dozen steps, and spat out a mouthful of cold silver-white blood with a snort.

"It seems that today, there is a duel of life and death!" Yang Ran wiped the blood from his mouth, and his heart was surging with endless coldness.

"Hehe, big brother, it's really unpleasant not to kill this kid last time, this time our brother not only wants to kill him, but also let him enjoy it slowly!" Zhao Baiwupi smiled a few times, his expression was full of contempt.

"It's a pity that Childe is not here, otherwise he will definitely be very happy when he sees it!" Zhao Baige replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Yang Ran sneered in his heart, these two brothers are really born slaves, they have become demons, and they are still talking about Gongzi and Gongzi every day. I'm afraid that if I really see it then, then Zhao Wuxian will kill the two of them first.

"Little bastard, what are you laughing at?" Perhaps seeing Yang Ran's sneer, Zhao Baiwu's face sank, and he and Zhao Baige flickered from the left and right sides, and swept the demonic qi again.

Yang Ran's face was solemn, and he glanced around, it should be fifty people now, as long as he persists for a while, he will have a chance to survive!

"Die, little bastard!" two angry shouts rang out, and two fierce demonic qi rushed into the face on the left and right sides.