1578: C1578 The Clan Leader's Clone

C1578 The Clan Leader's Clone

Tantador will not accept this unquestionable comfort.

If the space channel could appear so easily, then it would not be a rare opportunity for the Asura Realm.

"You trash, don't be too optimistic. Have you found the whereabouts of the Spirit Slayer?"

"Not yet!"

"Nothing can be relied on. If you can't gain anything in the human world, use your heads to vent your anger. "

The Asura Ghost beside him was so scared that he didn't dare to speak.

Lord Clan Chief was full of anger. Bad luck could happen at any time.

The convoy came to the bottom of the black hole, and Tartador found that the color of this space channel seemed to have become much dimmer.

The color represented the life span of the black hole. When it faded and merged with the surrounding environment, it meant that it would completely disappear.

"Did the Asura that were sent out complete the mission in the human world?"

"They were all destroyed."

"[They couldn't even defeat the lower races?] When did our strength drop so much?"

"After all, we need to suppress our strength in order to pass through the black hole, and the other party must have made sufficient preparations."

Tantador continued to sink into a gloomy mood.

Elder Muha and Elder Dong Ming hurriedly walked over to give their opinions.

"We can't delay any longer. We might as well gather these few large tribes to discuss countermeasures."

"It's not easy for the spatial passageway to appear on our plate. Why can't we take a step forward and obtain some benefits from the Mortal World?"

In the end, Tartador was unwilling to give up.

He personally condensed a power body phantom, and then brought a few ordinary Asura Ghosts to try it out.

"Lord Clan Leader, please don't take the risk. The experts of the Human Realm have almost reached the level of ascension."

"So what!? Their race is synonymous with the weak."

After saying that, Tartador set off.

A violent energy fluctuation occurred from the black hole, blowing away the surrounding clouds.

The strange phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of Mu Chen and the others.

Martial artists and experts rose into the air one after another, each holding a weapon and preparing to fight.

With the victories of the previous battles, the alertness in everyone's hearts also greatly decreased.

They all thought that the invader was nothing more than this, wanting to properly display their own sharp moves.

Mu Chen pointed to the sky and asked.

"Can the technique of Traversing Sword Manor destroy the black hole? Isn't the purpose of your existence to eliminate the spatial crack?"

"Your Highness, please be patient."

"The survival pattern of the black hole has a periodic pattern. You have to wait until it has entered a weakened state before you can act. Otherwise, it will be useless."

"Intruders will appear continuously. Wait and see. Maybe the space will be burnt to the ground."

Elder Ge Hong and Elder Gong Ze were very confident in their own people.

Looking at so many martial artists and experts in the air, it was unlikely that there would be a scene of defeat.

At this time, the figure of the Black Horn Ghost Tribe's tribe leader, Tantador, had already appeared. The road repair association followers beside him were also like tigers and wolves.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang, bang..."

The battle once again erupted in silence.

There was no need for both sides to greet each other. Eliminating the target in front of them was what everyone was thinking.

The dressing and palm techniques of Tartador were too eye-catching, making Mu Chen couldn't help but take a few more glances.

A light palm pressed on the target's body, instantly blasting the dancer into a pool of blood.

When the power erupted from inside out, it could burst open internal organs, bones, and skin, just like a balloon that had blown up.

The instant kill effect caused a vacuum to form around Tantador, and the other martial practitioners did not dare to approach.

Everyone could only stand in the distance and wave the swords in their hands.

The sharp sword light created a slashing effect, directly sealing off all the directions of activity around him.

"Hahaha, you ants only have such weak strength?"

"Looks like it's not a good thing to have too high expectations of you. Before long, the entire human realm will be occupied."

The other Asura Ghosts also had to perform well in front of their team leader and erupt with astonishing combat strength.

Corpses continuously fell from the sky. This piece of land had already been dyed bright red.

Hillskin, Eren, Bond, and Bruce finally could not sit still in the face of a one-sided battle.

They all came in front of Mu Chen.

"Your Majesty, please come up with an idea. If we continue fighting like this, our forces will be easily destroyed by the enemy."

"Are the experts you brought here only at this level?"

"There is no need to make sarcastic remarks. That strange looking fellow is very likely to be a top expert among the Asura Ghosts."

"Hmph hmph, let these martial artists in the air persist for another three minutes. Try to exhaust the other party's physical strength as much as possible. After that, I will order the armed forces on the ground to carry out firepower suppression."

"Alright, this time we're facing a life and death battle. No one should conserve strength anymore."

Of course, Mu Chen could see how big the difference in strength between the two sides was.

He felt that the foreign teams were no longer useful. Not only were they unable to defeat the enemy, but they also did not have any loyalty to Great Xia.

It would be better to let them die in this battle and leave a good reputation for themselves.

Three minutes was neither long nor short.

However, the patriarch's moves were too sharp, and he could instantly unleash hundreds and thousands of attacks.0

The sword qi and the palm wind collided, but they were unable to hit Tadore's body. Instead, they were blown into pieces.

The explosive energy balls of a martial artist exploding around him could only bring visual effects. Even the clothes on Tadpole had not been torn apart.

He was still in a completely unscathed state.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Boom! Boom..."

The strange palm technique continued to slam onto the martial artists' bodies one after another.

The remains of the four limbs were scattered all over the place, and a rain of blood rained down from the sky.

Elder Ge Hong finally could not hold it in anymore and was about to make a move. He held his sword and turned into a ray of light, rushing in front of Tantador.

The sword drew circles continuously at the target in front of him.

The spatial ripples wrapped around Tantador, like a binding spell.

His body movements suddenly became uncoordinated.

"Since I can see a spacetime attribute martial artist here, it seems like this trip was worth it."

"There are as many experts as the clouds in the mortal world, and martial arts techniques are also extensive and profound. It's a pity that you won't be able to live for long."

"Arrogant and conceited fellow, being able to defeat my strength clone is already considered as you having some ability."

Tartador had locked onto Elder Ge Hong as his target, and no longer paid attention to the surrounding battles.

His body tried to fuse with the surrounding air currents as much as possible, just like a fallen leaf being blown away by the wind.

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