Chapter 411

In Shijia village, there was a strange silence. The monster's pace of advance was one meal, and then the tide receded.

The black dragon hovers around and dominates the world. It wanders between the world and reaps the lives of countless monsters. When the monsters retreat, the black dragon dances in the sky, leaving only a roar of the black dragon echoing between the world.

With the retreat of the monster, the black dragon swam several times to make sure that there was no more monster coming. Then it swam to the ground, turning into hundreds of thousands of black lights and hundreds of thousands of troops neatly arranged on the ground.

The black dragon formation composed of hundreds of thousands of people has resisted the tide of thousands of monsters. Up to now, no one has been injured. This is a miracle. This is the power of the formation. It brings the strength of countless people together, gives full play to the most powerful fighting capacity, and creates this mythical battle.

After the tide of the monster retreated, the ground was covered with blood mud layer after layer.

The black dragon formation composed of hundreds of thousands of people has strangled countless monsters. After the formation stops, each of these hundreds of thousands of people is conscious and knows what they have done before, but their whole body is not controlled by themselves, and they can only do corresponding actions under the traction of the formation.

At the end of the battle, hundreds of thousands of people just feel tired physically and mentally, as if their vitality is overdrawn. They wish they could lie down and have a good sleep on the spot. However, countless secondary and death experiences make these strong people suppress their fallen desire and insist on standing in the same place.

Roar, roar

A powerful king level monster, issued a burst of roar, finally unwilling to retreat, quickly away.

Boom! A bright sword light is broken, and the light is blazing in the sky. The purple blood war will smash a terrible sword light in the sky. The long sword sweeps, and the ferocious face scorns Shijia village. Finally, the body turns into a purple blood streamer and disappears in the sky.

"Hoo... It's over at last. I don't know how many times more ferocious the monster is than the last time." when the battle is over, Lin Tianxin says with a lingering fear that he is still terrified of the purple blood generals there.

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