Chapter 886

Pan He's Spirit Chaos·Extreme was no match for Shan Yang's Spirit Chaos·Extreme, and was hit by the residual power. In just a moment, Pan He's Spirit Armor was shattered, and the armor and clothes inside were torn into pieces by the Spirit Blade. He flew backwards like a rag doll. After landing, Pan He was covered with bloody wounds all over his body, with more than a hundred of them.

This was thanks to his profound cultivation and superb spiritual martial arts. The Spirit Armor on his body was tough enough to remove most of the power of the Spirit Blade, otherwise, he would have been minced alive. Even so, Pan He was seriously injured. He lay on the ground, dying, his eyes rolled back, and his mind was unclear. Seeing this, the surrounding Zhen army rushed forward to protect the seriously injured Pan He, and then the spiritual cultivators in the Zhen army attacked Shan Yang like crazy.

On the other side, the Zhen army wrapped more and more ropes around Tang Yin, and shot more and more arrows at him. Under such strong shooting, no matter how profound Tang Yin's cultivation was, no matter how strong his spiritual armor was, he could not resist it. With a crisp sound, the spiritual armor on Tang Yin began to break, and the arrows shot at him no longer bounced and fell to the ground, but penetrated deeply into the spiritual armor and nailed him.

It didn't take long, Tang Yin had been hit by dozens of arrows. Looking at him coldly, he looked like a hedgehog, and his body slowly softened.

Seeing this, the surrounding Zhen army stopped shooting arrows, and people looked at each other, unsure whether Tang Yin was dead or not.

At the same time, Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin also found that something was wrong with Tang Yin's side. The two fought desperately to break through, and endured several heavy blows from the enemy in succession, and rushed out a bloody path to kill Tang Yin.

Jiang Fan's opponent was Wu Jin. In order to escape, he took a heavy blow from Wu Jin. At this time, there was a half-foot-long knife wound on his back. His injury was more serious than Cheng Jin's, but his speed was faster than the latter. He rushed to Tang Yin first and saw that he was trapped by the enemy's ropes and his body was full of eagle feathers. Jiang Fan was scared and broke into a cold sweat. He didn't have time to take a closer look. He twisted his bow and shot three arrows at the same time, accurately breaking the three ropes that entangled Tang Yin.

As the three ropes were broken, Tang Yin's body lost its support and fell to the ground. Jiang Fan wanted to rush up to check, but Wu Jin came up again from behind, and the spirit knife swept across his neck with a strong wind. Jiang Fan had no choice but to turn around to block. He had just blocked Wu Jin's knife when another rope suddenly attacked under his feet, tightly entangling Jiang Fan's left foot.

Before he could come to his senses, the Zhen army holding the rope pulled hard, and Jiang Fan lost his balance and fell on his back. Seeing an opportunity, Wu Jin roared, raised his magic knife, and chopped down at the fallen Jiang Fan. Even though he fell to the ground and the situation was extremely passive, Jiang Fan did not sit still and wait for death. He held the bow with both hands and took the opponent's heavy knife.

Clang clang!

Wu Jin's powerful and heavy knife chopped Jiang Fan's purple gold bow heavily, and the force was so great that half of Jiang Fan's body was smashed into the mud. The knife wound on his back was as painful as if it was about to be torn apart.

Jiang Fan was in a desperate situation, and Cheng Jin was also in a precarious situation. Although his opponent was not as strong as Wu Jin, he was not weak either. Moreover, the opponent's ropes kept coming one after another, making Cheng Jin overwhelmed. When he rushed to a distance of less than ten meters from Tang Yin, he could no longer move forward. The ropes coming from all directions were like a big net, wrapping his waist, legs, and arms in circles.

Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin were trapped by the ropes of the Zhen Army, and Shan Yang was entangled by a large number of Zhen Army spiritual practitioners. Now Tang Yin was really alone, without help, and could only rely on himself.

However, his situation at this time was more critical than that of Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin. Although Jiang Fan shot off three ropes on his body, there were still several ropes tightly wrapped around his waist. The most fatal thing was the dozens of arrows that hit him. These dozens of arrow wounds were not light. If it were someone else, he would have died long ago, but at the critical moment, the dark spiritual energy in his body played its role again and protected his heart.

Now, there was no place on Tang Yin's body that didn't hurt. His physical strength and spiritual energy were also rapidly draining away. Without the pull of the rope, he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He knelt on the ground and didn't move.

The surrounding Zhen army was stunned for a while, and several brave spiritual practitioners slowly approached Tang Yin. One of them walked up to Tang Yin first, and shook the spiritual knife in his hand in front of Tang Yin. Seeing that he had no reaction, he became a little bolder. Looking down, he saw that Tang Yin was still holding the sickle tightly in his hand. He took a deep breath and raised the knife to chop down.

His knife was not chopped at Tang Yin, but at the sickle in Tang Yin's hand. With a crisp sound, the sickle in Tang Yin's hand fell and was smashed to the ground by the opponent's spiritual knife.

Wow - on the battlefield, weapons are people's lives. Losing weapons is equivalent to losing life. The surrounding Zhen army saw that Tang Yin's weapons were all knocked off, and people cheered at the same time. In their eyes, Tang Yin was no different from a dead man.

The spiritual practitioner who knocked off the sickle was even more courageous. He kicked Tang Yin's sickle away, then pulled up Tang Yin's lowered head, raised the knife and waved it around to show off.

Of course, he had the capital to show off. It was not something that everyone could encounter to capture or kill the king of a country with his own hands. Listening to the cheers around him, this Zhenjun spiritual practitioner even began to look forward to the heroic treatment he would receive when he returned home. However, he chose the wrong person to show off.

Tang Yin, who was already dying, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shot out incredible green light. Before the people around him could come to their senses, he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed an arrow stuck in his chest, and pulled it out with force. With a puff, the tip of the arrow was covered with blood and was pulled out of his body. Then, he swung his arm forward, and puff, the arrow pierced deeply into the thigh of the spiritual practitioner.

"Ah——"

The Zhen army spiritual practitioner felt a piercing pain in his thigh and let out a heart-wrenching howl. While shouting, he also found that the faces of his companions around him had changed, and their eyes were full of fear. People's focus was not on him, but on his side.

His eyes slowly turned and he looked around. He saw that Tang Yin, who had just been kneeling on the ground, had slowly stood up. The spiritual armor on his face and body had fine lines, as if he had grown a layer of fine scales, which was ferocious and terrifying. The spiritual armor on his hands and feet was also changing. The spiritual armor on his fingertips and toes was getting longer and sharper like a knife, like claws. The most terrifying thing was his eyes, which were covered with a layer of dazzling and strange green light.

At this time, Tang Yin looked more like a half-human, half-demon monster than a human.

The Zhenjun spiritual cultivator subconsciously opened his mouth, but the howling sound had stopped abruptly. After a few seconds of being stunned, he suddenly screamed and turned to run, but Tang Yin's palm had already grabbed his neck. The nails that were as sharp as a knife instantly pierced the spiritual armor on the other party's body and deeply embedded in the flesh.

The other party wanted to shout and call for help from his companions around him, but Tang Yin no longer gave him this opportunity.

The fire of darkness was born from his palm. With a whoosh, the black flame spread to the body of the Zhenjun spiritual cultivator in an instant. The opponent's spiritual armor could not resist the burning of the dark fire and turned into a wisp of mist. As the spiritual armor turned, the dark fire spread to his body unscrupulously. The Zhenjun spiritual cultivator struggled a few times and then stopped moving. White mist emanated from his body, and his body, which had lost its essence, hung limply on Tang Yin's palm.

Tang Yin didn't even look at the corpse in his palm. He squeezed the opponent's spiritual energy. He shook his arm and threw the corpse away. Then he raised his head and sucked the spiritual energy floating in the air hungrily.

He didn't miss a trace of spiritual energy and sucked it all into his body. Then, the green light in his eyes became stronger. He looked around at the Zhenjun around him and roared like a beast.

The Zhenjun had never seen such a person, or such a monster. He was still alive and could kill people after being shot by dozens of arrows. People felt cold from the bottom of their hearts.

No one shot arrows anymore, and people retreated in fear as if avoiding the plague. The Zhen army was timid, but how could Tang Yin, who had lost his mind and only had primitive life-saving instincts in his mind, let these "prey" go?

With a muffled sound, his palms were completely covered by the dark fire, and then the dark fire spread from his palms to his whole body, making him covered with a layer of black flames.

He walked step by step towards the densest crowd of Zhen army, pulling out the arrows on his body as he walked, and then throwing them hard on the ground. The Zhen army was frightened by Tang Yin like this, and dared not fight again. Tang Yin took one step forward, and they had to retreat two steps. Finally, the Zhen army was really left with no way to retreat, and people shouted loudly: "Use ropes! Wrap him with ropes! Don't let him come over!"

The Zhen army began to use rope tactics again, and one tripwire after another flew towards Tang Yin, wrapping his body around and around.

Tang Yin was restrained by the rope and could not move forward. He slowly lowered his head to look at the rope on his body, retracted his arm, flicked his fingertips, and the thick and tough trip rope that could trip a galloping warhorse broke one by one after being scratched by his nails. The broken ends were as smooth as if they were cut with a knife.

The ropes broke one by one, and the Zhen soldiers who were pulling the ropes hard lost their balance and fell to the ground screaming. Without the control of the ropes, Tang Yin was like a wild horse running away. He lowered his body, landed on all fours, and flew into the crowd of Zhen soldiers as fast as lightning.

"Ah——"

Tang Yin rushed into the Zhen army, causing screams in the Zhen army camp. In just a moment, more than a dozen Zhen soldiers were affected by his dark fire. In order to protect themselves, the spiritual practitioners in the Zhen army did not care whether they would accidentally hurt their own people, and they all cast spiritual martial arts skills at Tang Yin.

It was a pity that their spiritual martial arts skills could not reach Tang Yin, and only caused their own soldiers to fall to the ground in groups, while Tang Yin had already flashed behind them like a ghost.