They all appeared in the form of werewolf fighting, all of them had a strong aura, and the leader of a werewolf seemed to be far away. The most striking feature of these werewolves was a silver mane growing in the center of their backs.
For some reason, the purple blood energy in Qianye's body and the entire ability rune suddenly vibrated vigorously, that feeling seemed to be the cheers of a feast. Qianye felt a long-lost blood boil.
A werewolf sniffed vigorously, his eyes suddenly turned red, and roared, "He smells like blood!"
The other werewolves responded one after another, roaring continuously.
"That's right!"
"It's that kind of smell! And, it's a bit like that woman!"
"Eat him!"
The leader werewolf raised his hand, stopped the roar of the werewolves, stared at Qianye, and asked, "This is the war zone of our silver back, how dare a stinky vampire come in?"
"Silverback? I heard that the Silverback tribe is almost wiped out by Nana."
Qianye's words immediately aroused the anger of all the werewolves, and the leader of the werewolf raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, swung the battle ax in his hand, and slashed at Qianye!
Faint waves suddenly appeared around Qianye, and all the werewolves felt an indescribable pressure on their bodies at the same time, as if there was an extra mountain on their backs. This was real pressure. The leading werewolf's tomahawk cut halfway, and then stopped in the air.
He was like this, and the other silver-backed werewolves were even more unbearable. The bones all over his body creaked, and they were crushed under the heavy pressure in an instant, and they fell to the ground one by one, their bodies out of shape.
Qianye pulled out the blood-sucking blade, pierced the werewolf's heart in front of him, and pulled it out after a while. The silver-backed werewolf lost his essence and blood, and fell headlong to the ground. There was a constant sound of bone shattering on his body, and his body collapsed as soon as he saw it.
Qianye slowly withdrew his force, shook his head, this is the prototype of his domain. But Qianye can only release the suppressing power of the endless deep sea, but it is difficult to control the power. Just like in front of him, in the end, he accidentally killed all the silver-backed werewolf warriors.
This is a field derived from the Taixuan Bingjue. The first step is just to barely manifest the endless deep sea, and it is almost beyond the limit of his control. Qianye estimated that if a sea vortex really formed, the force of suppression and tearing at that time might directly destroy him first.
Qianye put away the blood-sucking blade and continued to move forward. Not long after walking, a young man with silver hair and blue eyes appeared in front of him. He was born extremely tall, with his upper body bare, showing a perfect physique, full of explosive power.
The young man raised his head high, looked at Qianye from a bird's-eye view, pointed to his chest, and said, "Zalal, one of the ten silver-maned warriors of the tribe. Did you kill my tribe just now?"
Seeing this young werewolf third-class viscount with his pride and bravery clearly written on his face, Qianye didn't know how to react.
Perhaps in a werewolf tribe with a long history like Silverback, it was truly remarkable that he could become a third-class viscount at his age, and he also had the confidence to defeat his opponents at the same level. Qianye is only a third-class viscount, and Zaral dared to challenge alone, which is exactly what a true warrior does.
It's just that this kind of bravery and pride has become a stupidity that can't judge the situation in front of Qianye.
Qianye's hand Dongdongyue didn't take it out of its sheath, but just pointed it away, and faint sea waves appeared around Zalar immediately. In an instant, Zalar felt the entire deep sea pressing on him, and the heavy pressure made the joints of his legs crack.
Zalar swayed slightly, then his mane flew up, and he stood still. However, all the muscles in his body were trembling, and it was obvious that he had exerted all his strength. However, this brave werewolf warrior roared unyieldingly, with the blazing dark force burning on his body, not only tried his best to resist, but also wanted to take a chance to fight back.
However, Qianye didn't give him time, and he only took one step to reach Zalar. Dongyue slapped him on the shoulder, and there was a sound of bone cracking under the sword. Once soft, kneel on the ground. Qianye flipped his hand, and the vampire blade had pierced Zalar's back.
A moment later, Qianye pulled out the vampire blade and continued his journey. The once brave silver-backed warriors soon became withered bones on the battlefield.
Qianye crossed the ridge, passed through the forest, and flew across the river. When he stepped onto a meadow by the forest, he suddenly heard a grunt under his feet. Qianye took a step back, looked down, and found a strange dark green spider under his feet, the size of a child's fist, which had been crushed.
Qianye stopped, looked around, and suddenly saw countless green spiders appearing around him. They crawled quickly in the grass, rushing towards Qianye like a tide.
Prairie tarantula!
They are highly poisonous and aggressive. Some grow naturally in the wild, but more often appear as minion spiders. At this moment, there are tens of thousands of prairie tarantulas on the entire grassland, and more numbers are still pouring out of the forest. Being bitten by it, even high-level fighters would feel troublesome with its toxicity.
But using the tarantula to deal with Qianye was a wrong idea. As soon as he thought about it, a blood-colored ripple that was so pale that it could hardly be seen by the eyes rippled away, extending to a distance of tens of meters before disappearing, and all the tarantulas within this range were all belly up, twitching a few times before dying Got it right.
Qianye continued to walk towards the woods at the end of the meadow. When the following tarantulas rushed in front of him, another bloody ripple flashed past, and the tarantulas around him were swept away again.
A roar came from the forest: "You are a blood race? Then why did you slaughter our soldiers?"
A huge spider demon came out of the forest. Its upper body was humanoid and its lower body was a spider's body. It was even bigger than the Brahms Qianye had seen before. He held a giant ax in his right hand that must have exceeded Qianye's height in full length, while his left hand held a rotary machine gun type force gun. Just from these two huge weapons, one can see his terrifying power.
Beside the spider demon, there were more than a dozen huge servant spiders, all of which looked like seven or eight ranks. Coupled with countless large and small tarantulas, this is not a weak force on the battlefield of bloody battles.
"I, Baden-Powell, will..." the nerubian was only halfway through.
With a single jump, Qianye appeared in front of the spider demon, and Dongyue smashed his head down!
Instinctively, Baden-Powell swept wildly with the Force-operated machine gun, but the rain-like Force bullets all passed under Qianye's feet. When Dongyue fell down, he roared, raised his battle ax, and swung towards Dongyue.
However, amidst the crackling sound, the spider demon was smashed flat by Dongyue even with his battle axe.
The waves of the sea around Qianye reappeared, and all the spiders that were rushing up were crushed to the ground with a plop, and the weaker spiders were directly suppressed and killed by the power of the sea. Large and small tarantulas exploded into balls of fleshy pulp.
Qianye swam around, stabbing the remaining servant spiders to death one by one with the blood-sucking blade, and finally inserted it into the spider demon Badenburg's magic hub.
After a while, Qianye walked through the forest to the valley at the other end, and continued along the predetermined route.
In the next few days, Qianye was intercepted by Lianyu, Nerubian Viscount Runtu, Thornton, Lambir from the ancient blood clan, Doug, and even Prince, a young talent from the famous Yelusheng family of demons. Every name in the kingdom of darkness means power and strength, and even fear.
But now they have all turned into Qianye's military exploits, and they have not been able to stop his progress in the slightest. From the beginning to the end, Dongyue didn't even have a chance to fully unsheath. Once Qianye's sea power was released, he was invincible. Occasionally, when he encountered a stronger opponent, Dongyue smashed it down, and it turned into meat sauce.
After walking for several days like this, Qianye didn't find any trace of Bai Kongzhao, but he had already swept across most of the third-tier war zone. Now, there is a blood castle standing in front of him, Qianye is faced with a choice for the first time, whether to take a detour or go straight.
It was a castle with a more than gorgeous appearance but a little lack of defense. Perhaps because this was the hinterland of the Dark Territory, and the surrounding terrain was complicated, it was difficult for a large army to arrive, so the re-installation of the city defense was neglected.
At this moment, there were several long flags hanging on the outer wall of the castle, and when the mountain wind blew past, all kinds of gorgeous and complicated patterns were revealed. Among them, the largest and highest flag hung a purple mandala in full bloom, announcing that the current controller of this castle was the Monroe clan, which ranked second among the twelve ancient clans.
The titles represented by those battle flags meant that there were at least a hundred high-level dark warriors stationed in the castle and its territory, as well as not less than the number of viscounts and above. With this castle, the surrounding area of hundreds of kilometers is its radiation control range.
This place is right in front of Qianye's planned route, so if you want to get around it, you have to go around a lot. Qianye didn't hesitate for a long time, looked up at the leaden sky above his head, and walked straight to the castle like that.
In the castle's meeting hall, a handsome blood youth sat high on the throne in the middle, with an indescribable pride on his face, overlooking the entire hall. There were several rows of warriors standing in the hall, mainly blood races, but other races also accounted for nearly half. There are many strong men with titles in the front row, and some of them are even stronger than the blood youths on the throne.
This blood youth is a second-class viscount. Although he is not the most powerful in the hall, he is still extremely arrogant. He has no respect for the powerful people standing below, including a first-class viscount who is also from the Monroe clan.
He was roaring angrily at the moment, and his voice echoed throughout the hall, even out of the castle's corridors.
"A bunch of trash! There are so many fighters, but they can't stop a mere human being, and so many people have been killed instead. How can you kill him, and how many more people do you need to send? Is ten viscounts enough? Twenty What? Are you ashamed to say that your body is filled with holy blood?"
"That's just a tenth-level human being, which is comparable to a third-class viscount among you! You can't even kill a third-class viscount. Is this a strong man of the holy blood race? A genius?"
"How much face is left for my Monroe clan? How much is left?!"
The roar echoed endlessly, and the blood youth became more and more excited, and even pointed at the strong men under the throne, cursing them one by one.
In the dark race, order is just another manifestation of power. All strong people have grown up from brutal fighting, and many of them have violent and fierce temperaments. Immediately, many people's faces changed, and the eyes they looked at the blood youth were more cruel and bloodthirsty.
However, when their eyes fell on the eye-catching purple mandala logo on the chest of the blood youth's black dress, they all restrained themselves and lowered their heads.