The night grew colder and colder, and the cold wind whistled across the wasteland, causing the bonfire to dance wildly, splashing a little spark and slowly flying into the sky.

The two desolate men sitting by the fire reached out and tore a large piece of meat from the campfire and nibbled on it, while calling out to their companions who had stepped aside to look for their heads.

The murderous thief paid no heed, didn't even look back, and just stood in the grass in a daze, as if searching for something.

But a moment later, a terrible cry of despair suddenly echoed in the terrible night, and the murderous thief staggered backwards, and then slowly turned towards his two companions.

Huo Ran, the two desolate thieves by the fire, stood up, their faces changed greatly, and they saw that in the blazing firelight, a terrifying huge wound appeared on the body of this murderous desolate thief from his throat to his abdomen, and after a while, the wound suddenly burst open, revealing the white bones and bright red internal organs inside, and blood gushed out......

The thief shouted, fell on his back, and after a convulsion, he did not move.

The remaining two thieves drew their swords at the same time, and then rushed over with a scream.

Yin He jumped out of the grass, his face was grim and murderous, brandishing his sharp blade, and rushed up to fight them.

In this remote outskirts far away from the Holy City, in the bitter cold wind and dark night, he fought alone and fought hard, in the shadow of the sword and sword, the blood stained the blade red, to fight for the last chance to live.

It was a brutal fight without fancy, without the slightest mercy, and there was bitter hatred in the eyes of both sides.

In terms of strength and combat power, there is no doubt that those two desolate thieves have the absolute upper hand, but Yin He relies on his sturdy armor and sharper blades in his hands, although he is inferior, he can barely support it.

It's just that the strength of these two desolate thieves seems to be much stronger than he expected, and after a fierce fight, Yin He was forced to retreat again and again, and he was about to be defeated.

One of the thieves saw a flaw in him, and with a roar, he pounced and slashed at the side of the Yin River with a single sword!

At this time, Yin He was being forced to retreat by another bandit, and he couldn't dodge at once, and he was about to be cut in the waist, and he was about to end up with a knife in two.

The thief's face even showed a victorious smile, even if Yin He backhanded his arm to grab the big knife in despair, he didn't care.

The power of that knife was so great that it could definitely cut off the arm of this human race and then cut into his body.

"Bell!"

A high-pitched, short, thud rang out, and the barren man froze, his eyes darkened with consternation. Yin He's arm trembled violently, but it didn't break.

It turned out that the armor worn on Yin He's arm, the armor of the human race, which was known for its sturdiness and abnormality, once again revealed its strength, and although the iron pieces were rolled, it was still hard to resist this terrifying knife.

Between the lightning and flint, Yin He, who had a little respite, did not hesitate at all, turned over, and directly crossed the barren man's arm and approached his body.

The desolate man was frightened, roared and retreated, but the blood light suddenly dispersed, and the extremely sharp blade in Yin He's hand had pierced into his abdomen, and then he was like a madman, he hugged the burly body of the desolate man, and grabbed the bloody blade in his right hand, stabbing and stirring frantically and repeatedly, as if to destroy all life.

The desolate man was at first angry and wanted to push the Terran away, but in the blink of an eye, the power seemed to suddenly leave him, and his body and hands froze in mid-air, and then looked at his stomach.

On the other side, there was a sudden roar, and another tall body crashed over, only to hear a muffled sound of "boom", Yin He's whole person was knocked out, and the last desolate man chased after him.

Before Yin He could react, he had already rushed to the front again and kicked Yin He in the stomach.

Yin He screamed miserably, and fell to the ground with his back to the sky, spitting blood out of his mouth.

The desolate man glanced back, and saw that although his companion's stomach was not disemboweled, like the first murderer, the side of his abdomen had been stabbed into a pulp, and his internal organs were mixed together, and he could not live.

Two people died in a row, and the only remaining thief fell into a rage, roared angrily, rushed to the Yin River that fell to the ground, and slashed Yin He's head with a single sword.

Yin He, who was already exhausted, barely blocked it with the blade in his hand, but after hearing a sharp sound, his wrist shook violently, and the blade in his hand was directly knocked out of his hand, and an arc was drawn in the air, and it fell to the ground in the distance with a whirring sound.

The desolate thief laughed fiercely, and without hesitation, a knife slashed at his throat again, which is also the reason why he saw the tenacity and strength of the armor on Yin He's body just now, so he looked at the place where there was no armor on his neck, and wanted to behead this evil human race as a sacrifice to his companions.

"Bell!"

There was another muffled sound, and Yin He, who was already in a desperate situation, mustered his last strength, protected his hands in front of him, and the blade slashed, and the armor on the two wrists once again resisted the blade in a violent tremor, but in some places it finally broke, and the sharp blade kept pressing down, straight to his neck.

Yin He's face turned pale and he tried his best to resist, but his body was almost exhausted at the moment, and the strength of the desolate thief was amazing, and he kept roaring and pressing down, he couldn't support it anymore, and could only watch the cold bloody blade get closer to his neck little by little.

The sharp tip of the blade pierced his skin.

Blood ran down his neck, down his skin, and onto the ground next to him.

Yin He's eyes began to blur, his hands trembled violently, and he saw that the last strength was about to leave him, and death was getting closer and closer.

The hideous face of the desolate man was right in front of him, and he could even see the horrible fangs and the bloody marks on his head. Everything seems to have reached the last moment.

A drop of blood, dripping down his face.

At that moment of life and death, at that moment of lightning and flint, his mind was chaotic, and in his trance, it seemed that an aura full of killing, savagery, and primitiveness suddenly rose from his mind.

His eyes were suddenly bloodshot red!

The desolate man saw his eyes, and his body shook suddenly, as if he were startled.

Then, a dull and eerie voice suddenly came from between the two people.

The thief looked down, only to see that the voice was coming from the right hand of the Terran.

I saw that the armor on Yin He's arm suddenly burst open a gap, and then, again, again, and after a while, there was a sudden loud noise, and the fine iron armor on his entire arm and the sleeves of the clothes he was wearing all burst and spread out.

In the midst of the chaos, the desolate thief looked at the unbelievable scene that appeared in front of his eyes.

Yin He's right hand suddenly became thicker and larger, and at the same time, the muscles on the arm were knotted, full of an explosive power, and there were more monster-like fur on it, mixed with many strange colors, green and bright red, forming a strange pattern.

The whole dark night, the field that was originally full of killing battles and chaos, suddenly fell silent at this moment.

There was not the slightest sound.

Even in the nearby grass, those insects that were originally whispering suddenly fell into a dead silence.

It was as if there was a terrifying monster that had been sleeping for eternity, and suddenly woke up again, opened its eyes, and scanned this human wasteland.

The thief suddenly felt an unstoppable force rushing towards him, and then, his body involuntarily flew into the air, and before he could even react, his eyes suddenly went black, and a huge fist appeared, whistling with a gust of wind, and then slammed heavily and fiercely into his face.

From the sky to the ground!

With a "boom", the dust flew, and the last thief was knocked to the ground, and his head was smashed into the ground.

The bloody aura overflowed, and the flames flew wildly, reflecting the suddenly expanding body, like a demon, with a bloodthirsty aura, looking coldly around.