C41

He rubbed his heels, and the power that he had accumulated for half a day suddenly exploded, just like a bomb, avoiding the stabs of the four knives. The next moment, a bright blue spark fell like a meteor into the cave filled with corpses, burning with natural gas.

Huge flames suddenly gushed out, instantly forming fiery clouds that swept in all directions. The mountain peak heavily crashed onto the ground, rolling about and being blown up into the air by the explosion. Behind him, the terrifying Death God howled as he was sucked into the fiery clouds.

All the air around him was sucked out by the fiery cloud, the strong suffocation made him open his mouth like a dead fish, he opened his eyes wide, and a wave of dust immediately covered him. At this time, Kong Chi had already rushed forward, he stretched out both of his hands, preparing to catch the peak, with a rumbling sound, the dust fell down like a waterfall high into the air, falling backwards, following that, all of the women and children were covered up by the dust that filled the sky.

Chu Feng's heart tightened. He remembered that biological weapons were specially designed for war. It was very possible that they took into account the possibility of resisting the explosion. In other words, the terrifying god of death was not dead yet …

When he thought here, the energy that had disappeared due to his relaxation returned back to his body. He endured the pain from his chest, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, he crawled out from under the soil, squinting his eyes as he saw the terrifying death god limping forward. He didn't think about anything else, gritting his teeth as he abruptly exerted strength while staring at the ground with his legs …

The explosion not only crippled the terrifying death god's leg, but also caused a series of blisters to appear on his sensitive nerves. His perception of the outside world was extremely low, and he couldn't even find the peak lying at his feet. The peak suddenly jumped out, and the terrifying death god was pounced on him as expected …

The mountain peak and the terrifying death god tumbled down together, the military knife in his hand repeatedly stabbing at the neck of the terrifying death god. Underneath the horn was a small triangle, and this was the true weak point of the terrifying death god.

At this time, the mucus from the terrifying god of death's body was almost gone, its originally slippery outer skin could no longer shine with water, becoming dry and bitter, and the thing that spurted out of its neck no longer had the green color of blood. However, it was unexpectedly bright red, further deepening Feng Feiyun's guess about it.

The hot, scary blood flowed down the mountain and clung to its neck, causing an unbearable heat to come from the palm of its hand. The mountain roared and dug into its throat, like a mad beast, it continued to stab with its sabre, and even if its hand was burnt to ashes, it would not let the dog go. Son of a bitch.

The terrifying god of death could no longer moan, he was like a fish out of water, struggling to stay alive. At this moment, a wave of coldness came from the left palm of Feng Feiyun's left hand, which was burning hot to the point where he couldn't feel anything anymore. A strange substance was slowly pulled out from the wound of the terrifying god of death.

When Feng Feiyun's left hand was as hard as a piece of gypsum, the terrifying god of death finally stopped moving. Feng Feiyun used up his last bit of energy and fainted on the body of the terrifying god of death.

The thick dust was like volcanic ash, covering everything. People, corpses, weeds, asphalt swamps, and finally, there was only gray dust.

On the uneven ground, there were no longer any traces of the battlefield, only the remains of the battle that had stood there for who knows how many years. With a sound of "gu du", a balloon exploded from the gray area, revealing asphalt darker than dust.

A little further away, a body suddenly stood up and shook off a lot of dust, but his appearance could still not be seen. He shouted, "Three claws, three claws …"

The barbarians were not allowed to cry since birth. They believed in sweat and blood, but they did not believe in tears. Tears were the only word for weakness, and the weak people were not worthy to be called barbarians.

One by one, shadows crawled up from his side, all looking the same, gray, no one could tell if they were a man or a woman, no one could tell if they were an adult or a child. At this moment, a plump and round woman stood up.

She was the first to walk to the side of the broken tooth. She shook it, but the broken tooth ignored her. She cried out in grief, "Three Claws is dead, Three Claws is dead …" That piercing howl was so heavy that it caused two clear tears to flow from the woman's eyes, washing away the thick dust and sand.

"What are you howling for?" "Be careful, you might come here in the middle of the night to teach you a lesson. Men in the wilderness can only shed blood but not shed tears …" The ruthless roar was like the howl of a lone wolf, coming out from the mouth of the pole.

"Three Claws is dead, Three Claws is dead …" What he was crying out was not tears, but the depression in his heart. He hated himself for being useless and for not being able to die even if he wanted to. He had always believed that if he died, Feng Feiyun would be able to survive.

"We're alive, we're alive, we're alive …" Teeth was wailing in agony, and the slaves stood up one by one to cheer. They were the only ones who had ever seen a terrifying death god, how could they not cheer?

They were just as happy that they had survived, but the men were holding their throats and cheering for them to survive, and they were crying for them to survive, and the women were crying, and the children were crying too, but they were being scolded by the men, and they only allowed the girls to cry, not the boys.

During this process, all the women and slaves didn't even look at the broken teeth and poles. To them, Black Claw abandoning them was the same as giving up on them. They were no longer the slaves and slaves of Black Claw Tribe, they were truly free people, free people in the wilderness.

He slowly lay down on the dust and sand, looking at the gloomy clouds in the sky. He had never thought that he would survive, as he was the only remaining warrior among the more than twenty who had been abandoned. If he hadn't been crippled, he might have died as well.

Life and death meant nothing to him. Before, in the tribe of the barbarians, he had risked his life for the sake of Black Claw's reward and promise, but here, he had risked his life for the sake of his life. The terrifying death god was infamous, and was the nightmare of every barbarian.

At the beginning, there were more than 600 slaves, and all of them were dire warriors. There were more than 600 women, but the number of children was not counted, so after a period of chaos, the Sinus managed to escape with more than 200 men, only less than 400 men took up their weapons and were willing to fight against them. The number of women was more than 500 men, and now, besides the number of women, there were only less than 100 dire casualties.

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