Along with the explosions and roars, there was also an extremely violent energy, and spreading out was extremely thick smoke and dust.
The extremely thick smoke gradually dissipated.
There was a sudden silence on the battlefield for a moment.
Everyone's eyes and gazes were looking over there.
Then he saw Mond riding a strong black tiger with blood-red eyes, standing proudly among them.
Opposite him, Conan, a fourth-grade intermediate werewolf warrior, died on the spot with his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face.
His body, which was originally as strong as an ox, shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a deflated balloon.
In the end, he was so thin that he looked like a skeleton, covered only with human skin.
This bizarre death scene caused all the gnolls and the barbarian warriors in the camp to have looks of extreme fear in their eyes.
Just then, Gle Gle—
The terrifying sound of bones breaking was heard.
Even the bones that supported Conan's body were shattered.
The whole body collapsed directly to the ground.
Ding, absorb the origin of the fourth-grade intermediate jackal sub-god law and gain two thousand energy points!
Ding, absorb the origin of the fourth-grade intermediate jackal sub-god law and gain two thousand energy points!
…
Ding, kill the fourth-grade intermediate jackal sub-god and obtain 20,000 evolution points!
The rolling heat and the pure source of the law poured into Conan's body.
Ye Fan comprehended the fourth-level intermediate laws and gained a lot.
At the same time, the Soul-Slaying Sword, which was glowing with blood, also transmitted the hot current into Mond's body.
Mond just felt refreshed all over, as if he had endless energy.
He roared: "Hahaha, Conan is dead, I want to see who can stop me!"
Mond's voice, which contained pure divine power, instantly spread in all directions, inside and outside the slave camp.
All the warriors on Mond's side were cheered up.
The gnoll warriors and the wild people warriors on the slave camp side all looked as if they had lost their parents.
All the slaves imprisoned in the cages were shocked to see Mond being so fierce. They leaned against the cages and looked closely at the burly and strong figure.
Mond's extremely sharp eyes swept across all the elite gnolls on the opposite side.
Those so-called elite troops all took several steps back under Mond's gaze.
It was as if Mond's eyes contained countless extremely sharp swords, which made them very scared.
Moreover, there was an extremely intimidating aura emanating from Mond's body, pressing down on them.
It makes them want to turn around and run.
But enough combat experience and rich fighting experience made them realize that if they ran away at this time, it would only give warriors like Mond a better opportunity to kill.
Mond looked at these terrified jackals, a mocking sneer on his face.
"Do you want to run?"
"Don't worry, no one can escape, they will all die!"
Mond's words were filled with murderous intent.
There was a terrifying murderous aura that seemed to be turning into substance, emanating uncontrollably, stinging all the jackals, their faces turning pale.
They only felt as if a sword was hanging above their heads. The life-and-death crisis hanging over their heads made them extremely frightened.
Among them, some gnolls were extremely angry when they heard Mond's words.
"This human is so arrogant. We have so many elite soldiers. Let's fight him!"
"I just don't believe that he could kill so many of us by himself!"
"Yeah, fight him!"
"Everyone, come together!"
"Charge, let's go together and kill him!"
"… "
The jackals in front of me rushed forward, roaring angrily.
Their eyes were filled with the final madness before despair.
There was a scarlet light in the eyes of each animal.
Each of them looked like a madman, and they gathered all their strength and power to surround and kill Mond.
Mond looked at the jackals rushing up and sneered, "You don't know your own limitations!"
"All of you die!!!"
Extremely powerful divine power burst out from his divine body and the Soul-Slaying Sword.
The sword cuts in all directions!
Eight extremely domineering sword energies burst out like cutting through waves, and exploded directly among the surging flow of werewolf guards.
Hundreds of jackals died instantly.
Countless gnolls with varying degrees of injuries were thrown out like rags.
Eight very deep and deep cracks suddenly appeared around Mond where he was.
All the gnolls looked at Mond sitting on the back of the black tiger with blood-red eyes, and their eyes were filled with fear.
Mond sneered, rode on the blood-eyed black tiger, and rushed towards all the remaining werewolf warriors.
The terrifying aura made all the jackals retreat.
At this moment, Mond felt like he was able to stand alone against thousands of enemies.
A powerful aura burst out.
There were raging molten lava flames behind him and divine power surging from his body, scorching and boiling like real magma.
Mond rode on a blood-eyed black tiger and charged back and forth among the elite group of gnolls.
These jackals were no match for him at all.
Every time the magic sword is swung, it can take away several lives.
If you touch it, you will either die or be crippled.
The powerful pressure and strength of the Soul-Slaying Demon Sword made everyone terrified.
For Mond at this moment, killing these werewolves was of no use.
Even though they are elite, they still haven't reached the third-grade sub-god level.
For Ye Fan, Mo Jian, and Mond, at this time, only the essence and blood of the laws of the third-grade or above sub-gods, as well as life, can obtain enough energy points and evolution points.
But Mond needs to kill more elite gnolls to reduce casualties and improve morale.
The powerful divine power of Mond's fourth-grade primary level was boiling and surging.
The red sword light, like magma, was raging everywhere.
The terrifying fighting power and the burly and domineering figure riding the blood-eyed black tiger would cause a bloody storm wherever he went.
In front of Mond and his tiger, more than two thousand elite gnolls actually retreated step by step, their courage and fighting spirit gradually disappearing.
However, Ye Fan, who had 360-degree vision in the Soul-Slaying Demon Sword, felt something was wrong.
The battle situation around him was obviously very favorable, but Ye Fan felt an inexplicable sense of danger rising in his heart.
It seemed like there was a pair of eyes staring closely at this side.