The afternoon in the Demon Spirit Tribe was lively and peaceful.
The demon spirits who went out to hunt have all returned to the tribe, chatting casually while preparing dinner.
"Zhao Rui and Dunche have already set off for a day, how are they doing now?" A long, thin demon spirit with scales all over his body asked.
"Shihu is so powerful, can they kill Shihu?"
"In case of failure..."
"You crow's mouth!" Dun Yinbo's big fist hit the demon spirit's head hard, almost missing him, and he lay on the ground directly.
"You have all seen the power of the magic bow in Zhao Rui's hand. No matter how powerful Shi Hu is, he will definitely not be able to resist the power of that magic bow! What's more, there is Dunche helping him! Brat, don't say these things Unlucky words! Do you understand?"
"Understood, I understand." The demon spirit rubbed his head, grinning in pain, "Sister Dunyin, don't use such force! What should I do if I was beaten stupid by you?"
Dun Yin sneered: "You are already stupid enough, no matter how stupid you are, you will never go anywhere."
The demon spirit complained: "How can you say that about me..."
The other demon spirits leaned forward and backward with laughter, overjoyed.
Meitian stood on the altar, watching this scene from afar, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
He hoped that this kind of happy smile and cheerful atmosphere could be kept forever in the Demon Spirit Tribe.
The mist outside the tribe, I don't know when it started to become thicker. In the misty mist, there is a piercing cold aura, as well as a strong ominous aura.
The smile on Meitian's face gradually subsided, and he could clearly sense the danger hidden in the mist.
Although the demon spirit who was laughing was not as sharp as Meitian, he also faintly felt that something was wrong.
They stopped talking and laughing, and stared at the dense fog outside the tribe, raising their vigilance.
The sound of heavy footsteps became clearer and clearer in the dense fog. The evil spirit is getting stronger and stronger.
The demon spirits in the tribe held their breath involuntarily, feeling as if their hearts were being pressed tightly by a boulder!
In the sound of these heavy footsteps, an army composed of steel puppets, skeleton mages, ghosts... and countless other undead emerged from the thick fog.
The demon spirits opened their eyes wide, with a look of shock on their faces.
They never expected that so many undead would suddenly kill outside their tribe.
"Undead!"
"It's a large group of undead!"
"The undead strike!"
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The demon spirits of the demon spirit tribe finally came to their senses after being shocked for a short period of time. They all shouted and quickly gathered together, posing in a fighting stance.
Meitian's heart sank, he pinched his fingers expressionlessly, and recited a mantra in his mouth.
I saw a dark blue beam of light shooting out from the top of the altar, and then rapidly spreading around. A dark cyan light curtain was formed, covering the entire demon spirit tribe.
The vanguard of the undead army slammed into the light curtain fiercely, as if hitting a steel city wall, and suddenly huddled into a ball.
The steel puppet at the forefront, wielding a heavy spear, pierced through the light curtain forcefully, trying to break it.
However, thousands of steel spears that had been blessed by magic pierced fiercely on the dark cyan light curtain, but did not cause any damage to the light curtain, not even a tremor.
The skeleton mage behind also joined the attack sequence, chanting spells in his mouth, waving his staff, and bombarding black light balls on the light curtain one by one.
The surface of the light curtain, under the powerful attack of the skeleton mage, produced circles of ripples.
However, the whole remains motionless.
The continuous intensive attacks did not open up the defense of the demon spirit tribe at all.
Tens of thousands of undead had to stop at the edge of the light curtain, looking helplessly at the demon spirits in the light curtain.
Dunyin and other demon spirits were a little flustered when they saw this army of undead that suddenly appeared.
Seeing that the undead were unable to break through the defensive circle, they slowly calmed down and stopped panicking.
"Where did these damn undead come from?" Dun Yin muttered as he looked at the undead outside the light curtain.
"Never mind it! Anyway, our defensive circle has a strong defensive ability. Even if there are twice as many undead, there is no way for them to enter." A demon spirit said carelessly.
"That's right, although there are a lot of these undead, their strength is considered strong. However, the defensive magic circle of our tribe is arranged by the master himself. Even if the stone tiger comes in person, it can't be destroyed, let alone these relatively weak undead?"
"It's not the first time our tribe has been attacked by undead. They can't break through the light curtain, and they will naturally disperse after a while. There is no need to pay too much attention."
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Some other demon spirits, after calming down, began to be a little indifferent, gradually ignoring the undead outside the tribe.
In their view, although the attack of the undead was massive this time, it would eventually end without a problem like before.
However, Dunyin faintly felt that things might not be so simple.
At this moment, the restless undead suddenly quieted down, and they all parted to the two sides, making way for a road. One of them carried a black sword on his shoulder, and his whole body was wrapped in thick silver armor. The tall warrior with two blood-red eyes strode over.
The strong and fierce air condensed into a black mist, which leaked out from the gaps in the armor and floated in the air.
All the undead bowed deeply, lowered their heads, and saluted this person respectfully, not daring to show any disrespect!
The silver-helmed warrior, walking in front of the light curtain, did not stop, but raised the big sword on his shoulder!
Then, he suddenly yelled and swung his arms downward.
I saw the blade of the black "black" sword suddenly burst out with dazzling black light, forming a fierce sword glow, which slammed fiercely on the dark cyan light curtain!
"boom!"
There was a deafening roar, and the ground shook violently. The dark cyan light curtain covering the class of the demon spirit tribe, under the terrifying power of the black sword light, exploded like a broken bubble. !
"The defensive circle has been breached!"
"For hundreds of years, the defensive circle that has never been breached has been breached with one blow!"
"Who is this person! How could he have such terrifying power!"
The demon spirits turned pale in shock, and were involuntarily forced back a few steps by the powerful aura of this mysterious warrior!
An ominous name, almost at the same time, emerged in their minds:
Could it be... Could it be that he is the overlord of the underground palace in the Underworld-the vicious spirit stone tiger!