139: C139 Beneath Thunderbolt Wasteland

C139 Beneath Thunderbolt Wasteland

This was an order. As a Death Soldier, he had to obey it or face death.

After receiving the order, the more than one hundred death warriors, who were between the peak of the Postliminary Realm and the Upper Sky warrior, once again charged towards the Falcon Mercenaries.

BOOM!

But it was also at this moment that Lei Chengyun, who had been pressed down from above, suddenly began to shine with lightning. It began to emit a sound like the heavens and earth were shaking, and golden lights began to flicker in the billowing black clouds.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, hundreds of black tornados extended from the clouds. In the blink of an eye, smoke and dust filled the sky.

The smoke and dust that filled the sky were black. In the blink of an eye, it blocked the light, and the world turned dark.

The scene was like the apocalypse, shocking.

It would be false to say that the people of Falcon Mercenaries were not afraid, but at that moment, the hundreds of tornadoes surrounding them, including the death warriors, had already surrounded them.

Fear, was it useful?

Useless!

No matter what, he would die. He might as well die in full force!

It was these death warriors who had forced them into such a desperate situation, pulling them down with them before they died.

Huhu …

The situation had turned extremely grim, but it had rained in the middle of the night.

It was also at this time that over a hundred evil ghost scimitar floated in the air, circling extremely fast in the air, attacking towards them.

More than a hundred deathsworn finally made their move.

The Falcon Mercenaries mercenaries tightened their grip on their weapons and pulled them out of the scabbard. In a moment, the sound of their blades clanging echoed through the clouds.

Leading the pack, Jia Ren carried a large blade on his shoulder.

Behind him, all the Falcon Mercenaries were watching as if they were dead.

"Even if you are to be killed by fat grandpa …"

Suddenly, Jia Ren waved his big blade, releasing an invisible blade Qi, spinning and slashing out, following his furious roar, the flying evil ghost scimitar, in the blink of an eye, were slashed by half, the remaining half, all of their power gone, they were no longer a threat.

Following Jia Ren's order, the Falcon Mercenaries Mercenaries who were unconcerned with death rushed out.

Instantly.

Both sides faced off against each other.

Only Wu Hao stood there with his hands behind his back, observing his surroundings. The Barbarian had already stopped in its tracks, and was waiting in place.

He was like a god of war, standing there and controlling the entire battlefield. Occasionally, a evil ghost scimitar would spin and slash at him, but he would violently punch them back.

On the Falcon Mercenaries's side, with Jia Ren, the First Sky of Martial Master Realm Ranker suppressing them, the mercenaries were slightly more at ease.

They, who had always disregarded death, had stimulated their most primitive bloodlust, and their attacks were swift and fierce.

BOOM!

The Thunder Soul in the sky was flashing with light, becoming more and more violent.1

However, Wu Hao appeared extremely calm, his eyes were fixated on the development of the situation, and in a moment, his face once again revealed a touch of a devilish smile.

"Hehe, it's time to personally experience the power of wind and thunder!"

Wu Hao sneered, he suddenly controlled his Barbarian and aimed at a region where a hurricane was wreaking havoc.

At the same time.

Member of the Falcon Mercenaries, who was in the middle of a bloody battle, heard an unquestionable order all at the same time.

"Come back here, all of you, leave …"

As soon as the voice came out, the Member of the Falcon Mercenaries seemed to have already discussed this, as they all gave up on their opponents, and retreated quickly.

As Jia Ren's incomparably fierce blade aura pushed back all of those death warriors, the surviving mercenaries jumped onto the back of the Barbarian's thick tortoise shell almost without hesitation. They grabbed onto the edges of the tortoise shell and prostrated.

The next moment.

The Barbarian shot out like an arrow leaving the bow, striking into one of the black tornados.

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