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"Demon?" The smile on Thorban's face froze, and his brows frowned slightly.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Hearing these two words, I suddenly felt a chill passing through my back.

"Why, Khan." At this time, Belgutai also noticed the change in the expression on Sorban's face. He raised his head, widened his eyes, and asked curiously, "Have you ever heard of this title?"

"Yeah!" Solban nodded without hiding anything. "When I was young, my master, the Great Wisdom, once mentioned this thing to me. He didn't explain clearly what the devil was. He just told me about this race. It’s very dangerous. Some of these ancient bloodlines have incredible innate magical powers.”

"And for some unknown reason, they hate humans extremely. If you encounter them, stay away as much as possible."

"Really?" Belgutai raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the wall in front of him again. He recalled the records in the ancient book and compared them with the words on the wall. Then connect those translated words into sentences with smooth meaning.

"I kind of understand what's written in this text."

Belgutai frowned and said, "Roughly speaking, this city used to be a military stronghold for demons. It was established to fight against those extraterrestrial invaders. But in the end they failed and were forced to leave and drive out of their ancestral land. , became an exile.”

"I vow to come back one day and take back everything I have. Deep hatred and blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

"Demons, extraterrestrial invaders, what and what are these?" Thorban widened his eyes after hearing what he said, "If this city once belonged to the demons, and even this land also belonged to them. Then what are the things on this wall? Who the recorded extraterrestrial invaders refer to cannot be said to be us humans. "

"hiss……"

Belgutai fell silent, "I really can't say for sure."

"The history handed down by our people has become a myth, and what really happened in the past has been forgotten." Belgutai continued, "But we are now facing a life and death crisis, and there is no point in continuing to dwell on these things. The key question is How to solve the current situation.”

"Khan!" the timid Xue Konwei on the other side reminded, "You just said that demons are very dangerous."

"If we follow what the priest said, this city was built by demons. Although it seems that a long time has passed, there may still be some remaining crises."

"Do you want to continue exploring?" Belgutai asked.

"You can't be scared back by a wall." Thorban spread his hands and said, "Let's take a look around first. Maybe this place can accommodate the tribesmen on the Skull Plain."

Lin Xia and Belgutai looked at each other, then nodded.

"That's fine!" Belgutai said, "Today, wars are everywhere. It is not easy to live a stable life. Although there are risks here, it is worth it."

"How to go?" Lin Xia asked, her eyes falling on Solban.

Sorban thought for a while and said, "Although this city is not small in size, its structure is very simple. It is basically just a few main roads extending from it. If we continue along this road, we should be able to reach this place. In the center of the city, we may be able to dig out some useful information.”

"Okay!" Belgutai nodded.

The remaining people no longer hesitated and followed Sorban forward.

In the center of the city is a huge circular square, surrounded by eighteen regular hexagonal crystal pillars, shining in the sun. These pillars are about thirty meters high, and there are sculptures of ancient heroes on the top.

Sorban raised his head and looked at it for a while.

It was found that the figures on these sculptures are similar to humans to a certain extent.

Most of them have two arms and two legs, with a head on their shoulders.

The difference is that some of these sculptures have spread wings, some have two extra arms, and some are densely covered with eyes. Although they are just dead objects, they are also somewhat infiltrative. Under these blue crystal pillars, there are intricate energy stripes.

These stripes are like a spider web, and in the center of the spider web is a black stone platform.

There is a ball suspended on the platform.

"What is this?" Sorban's pleading eyes fell on Belgutai.

Belgutai shrank his neck, spread his hands, and gave Sorban a helpless expression, "I don't know either, but I have a suggestion. Before we figure out what these things are for, we'd better not mess up. move."

"That makes sense." Sorban nodded.

But at this moment, the black ball placed in the center of the platform suddenly started spinning on its own.

First there was a dripping sound on it, and then it floated into the air. Fine textures appear in the middle, cracking outwards, and the core is an eyeball-shaped texture.

A dark red beam of light shot out from the lines, and Sorban subconsciously wanted to get out of the way.

But when he saw the priest and Qixue coming with him behind him, he stopped his movements, spread his fingers and waved forward, and the surging strength condensed into a translucent barrier. The red light seemed to be only for detection and not for attack.

The black ball returned to its original position and landed on the platform.

"What is this!?" Solban's expression changed slightly, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"We'd better leave first and wait and see." Belgutai suggested.

Boom!

But before he finished speaking, the ground began to rumble and tremble.

The eighteen crystal prisms around the square were all lit up, and beams of blue light shot straight into the sky.

Dark clouds gathered, and the wind howled.

The clear sky was quickly covered with a layer of lead-gray clouds.

Thunder rumbled, and the lead clouds hung low, turning into a vortex. The color inside turned crimson, and the breath of Changshengtian surged out. The temperature of the surrounding environment dropped rapidly, and wisps of frost spread, covering those ancient buildings.

"This is... cross-border transmission!" Solban's face changed slightly, and his mane flew.

"We have to leave here quickly!" He roared in the wind, and the strong sense of crisis almost turned into substance.

Crack-bang!

The crystal prism seemed unable to bear the violent force that came.

It was damaged first, cracks spread, and then it exploded directly, with air waves rolling and shock waves sweeping in all directions.

The surrounding buildings were like building blocks, pushed by an invisible big hand, all turned into ruins, and rolled out smoke and dust.

Solban was strong and stood firmly in place.

But the Qiexue guards who followed behind him suffered. They were caught off guard and were blown away by the violent wind. They smashed the wall and were buried under the ruins of the collapsed building.

"Huh!"

Solban's face was cold and he gently put down his long arm.

In front of him was a surging crimson energy turbulence, and a pale-skinned young man stepped out of it.

He was tall and had a dark cross in his blood-red pupils. The temperament exuded by the whole person was cold and dangerous, and the slightly raised chin gave people a sense of arrogance that was high above and in control of everything.

This person just appeared.

The breath exuded from his body was like a substantial black tide, spreading in all directions, drowning everything and filling the sky.

"Who are you?" Solban panted, his muscles tensed uncontrollably.

His mane was flying.

It felt like a lion that was provoked to invade its territory.

"Human?" The young man seemed to have heard a joke, and the corners of his mouth curled up. But the voice was very cold, like the cold wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains, "Don't compare me with you lowly bugs, I am your natural enemy, and the owner who can take whatever you want."

Swish!

He stretched out his hand and waved it forward.

Solban's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt a strong wind blowing on his face.

He exerted force on his muscles under his feet and was about to dodge. But the two of them suddenly looked at each other, and traces of petrification appeared on Solban's skin. Although it was quickly removed, the speed was still a moment slower.

Puff!

One of his arms was cut off at the root, and blood spurted out.

"What was that power just now? I have never seen it before?" Solban was surprised in his heart, but he was not panicked. For the immortal earthly strongman, cutting off an arm is not a serious injury. Granulations grow at the incision of the arm and connect with each other, and it will heal again.

"It's useless." The young man said calmly, "Your human magical powers are just a poor imitation of our demons."

"Destroy the embers!"

He spread his five fingers and clenched them forward.

Bang!

A flash of black fire exploded on the broken arm, spreading rapidly and turning into ash.

"Ah!" The intense pain caught him off guard.

This time, not only did the arm disappear, but even the spiritual power that was integrated into the flesh and blood was evaporated under the blazing black fire.

It was like his soul was cut open alive. Even though Solban had experienced hundreds of battles, his face was slightly distorted at this time, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Weak!" The young man said coldly, "It's just a dying struggle."

Bang!

He stomped his feet lightly.

The shadow spread and spread rapidly, covering a radius of 100 meters.

Figures that were exactly like the young man emerged from it and surrounded Solban. They chanted spells and blood oozed from their eyes. Solban only felt himself being swallowed by streams of sticky black mud, falling into the abyss, falling continuously, and his consciousness gradually became blurred——

"Khan!" A roar, like a thunder explosion.

Belgutai poured all his strength into the scepter in his hand, opening a white light and expelling the darkness.

Solban was struck by lightning and woke up from that state of confusion. Recalling what happened just now, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a large patch of cold sweat oozed out of his back.

Puff!

The action in Belgutai's hand caught the young man's attention.

The gap between the two was too big, and the young man just glanced at him. The priest's head exploded, and blood mist rose inside, as if the blood in his internal organs was boiled by a hot force and turned into thick smoke. His strong body was loose and fell to the ground casually like a soft and rotten leather coat.

Seeing his best friend die in front of him, Solban was so angry that his eyes were about to burst.

"Open it for me!" He roared, and the blazing white energy on his body rolled like thunder, and his spirit condensed into a platinum giant.

He raised his huge palm high and slapped it down fiercely.

Boom!

The ground was like waves, shaking violently.

The shadow area spreading under the young man's feet was torn open.

Solban, with disheveled hair and scarlet eyes, looked at him deeply, and then turned around and ran without any hesitation.

The young man raised his eyebrows and was about to chase.

But a skinny big hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness behind him and pressed on his shoulder.

"Oris!" It was an old man with a hunched back, holding a staff, and his face was shrouded in the shadow of a hood. His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like two stones rubbing against each other, "Don't forget the purpose of our trip, the evil dragon that once brought endless pain to my tribe."

"The end is coming, and no unexpected mistakes will be allowed."

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