Chapter 171 A Strange Light Flashed in Its Eyes

Due to Jiang Liuyue's threat, the artillery fire stopped...

"Didn't I tell everyone to stay in position and attack with artillery fire? Who ran to the top of the mountain?!" Zheng Tan never thought that his plan would go wrong here. He grabbed the binoculars and quickly swept the camera to the top of the mountain: "Let me see which bastard it is..."

Then, Zheng Tan saw the snow-white figure in the woman's arms on the top of the mountain.

Meow... Meow Immortal?

This time, Zheng Tan was dumbfounded.

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When Wang Ling was caught by Jiang Liuyue, he was still sensing Zheng Tan's breath. As a result, he found that Zheng Tan, the cunning guy, was still shrinking at the foot of the mountain, and he was relieved. At the same time, he was also amazed at Zheng Tan's command.

Commanding tens of thousands of cats to participate in the battle together, Zheng Tan actually achieved zero casualties... Not only that, this group of shadow killers were bombarded by the surging artillery fire of Zheng Tan's independent regiment and huddled above the top of the mountain, and they didn't dare to come down at all.

Wang Ling found that his worries were completely unnecessary...

Zheng Tan's growth was much faster than he thought!

Looking back at the woman who was holding him in her arms, Wang Ling knew that this person was the legendary Shadow Stream Lord.

But strangely, Wang Ling felt that the other party's aura was very weak.

Because according to rumors, the real Shadow Stream Lord should at least be a god.

With such doubts, Wang Ling opened his eyes, and the situation was as he expected. This Shadow Stream Lord was not real, or it was not the original body at all - it was just a clone created with psychic clay.

Compared with Wang Ling's big clone technique, the material structure of the clone created with psychic clay is more stable, and there is no need to think about the disappearance of the clone. But the disadvantage is that such a clone needs to be close to the original body before it can be absorbed. If the clone is destroyed during the outing, the realm strength of the original body will also be frustrated.

No wonder this woman was trapped on the top of the mountain and dared not come down. If it was the original body of the Shadow Stream Lord, Zheng Tan's Yi Dali Cannon might not be able to do anything to the other party.

This is a very treacherous woman. In order to keep her true identity from being exposed, she actually took such "insurance".

It can only be said that as the real Lord of Shadow Stream, Jiang Liuyue is more cautious than ordinary people imagine, but even so, there is one thing that Jiang Liuyue can't guard against.

That is, the appearance of Wang Ling.

"This group of damn cats... When my Shadow Stream reinforcements arrive later, you will all die!" Jiang Liuyue tightly grasped Wang Ling, speaking coldly in a low voice.

Wang Ling stared at Jiang Liuyue indifferently. Although Jiang Liuyue held him tightly, it didn't hurt much. The situation and posture were a little strange, because the two balls behind him even felt a little like leaning on the sofa...

Of course, Wang Ling was not so wretched, and this kind of plump type was never Wang Ling's dish.

So when the woman held it high up as a cat, Wang Ling twisted his body lightly and broke free from the woman's restraints.

"Not good!" Jiang Liuyue didn't expect this snow-white Persian cat to have such great strength, and hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the hand she stretched out only rubbed Wang Ling's smooth cat tail, and then she watched this Persian cat floating in the air, staring at her with a condescending look.

Jiang Liuyue finally realized that this cat was not simple.

Sure enough... suddenly appeared on the top of this mountain, did it rely on some magic weapon to teleport here?

"Who are you..." Her eyes also looked at Wang Ling.

Then, in response to her... was a strong spiritual pressure pouring down like a torrent!

Jiang Liuyue saw a strange light in the eyes of this white Persian cat!

Not only her, but all the shadow killers on the top of the mountain couldn't move!

Whether it was Jiang Liuyue or Mo Li, they all felt as if their blood was solidifying, their bodies were stiff and unable to move...

The fixed shadow killers all showed terrified eyes. In this state, they could not cast spells at all. The barriers that blocked the artillery fire were all broken at this moment!

Wang Ling looked down the mountain. Zheng Tan was holding a telescope, waiting for his instructions.

Wang Ling nodded from a distance.

The next moment, Zheng Tan almost roared and fired a few times!

Boom boom boom boom...

The entire mountain top was instantly filled with rising mushroom clouds...

This series of explosions lasted for five minutes before it stopped. The smoke on the mountain top dissipated, and the shadow killers were blown into charcoal one by one, and fell to the ground in various strange postures. The artillery fire of Yi Dali was fierce, but it did not completely kill the group of shadow killers. Wang Ling stood in the artillery fire with the protection of the breath barrier, strolling leisurely, as if no one was there.

If this was a game, maybe you could see a bunch of misses popping up above Wang Ling's head...

Wang Ling had estimated the power of this artillery fire, and it could only seriously injure this group of people at most.

As long as these people lose their ability to move, it would be fine. As for the rest... Wang Ling thought that it would be fine to hand them all over to the country according to previous practices!

When Zheng Tan took the chief of staff, the monk and the commander of the second battalion up the mountain, all the cats saw that the usually fierce commander of the independent regiment fell into Wang Ling's arms like a wild cat that had been unleashed.

The monk covered his cat face with his hand, and suddenly felt a little ashamed: "..." You have to be reserved, commander!

Wang Ling: "..."

This was the second time Zheng Tan had seen a cat, so he was very excited.

After calming down, Zheng Tan finally regained his composure and told the cats behind him: "You guys, go search them for me..."

The entrance to the Shadow Stream headquarters was in a manhole cover on the top of the mountain, which was relatively hidden. However, no one in the Shadow Stream on the top of the mountain had the ability to move, and the cats of the independent group had no resistance at all.

Wang Ling looked around and confirmed that all the Shadow Stream killers had fallen.

Jiang Liuyue's clay clone was blown to pieces, leaving only half of his face.

However, that half of his face was also like scorched earth.

She looked at Wang Ling with hatred, and hated him so much... She could even speak: "Who are you..."

Wang Ling did not speak, but just probed his spiritual consciousness. He wanted to use memory retrieval to search Jiang Liuyue to see if he could extract any valuable information. Unfortunately, he found that Jiang Liuyue's mind was blank...

Sure enough, he still had to find the original body. Memory exploration was ineffective for the clay clone.

Since there was no useful information, this clay clone was of no value to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling opened his eyes, a ray of light shot out of his eyes, and without saying a word, he directly blew up the last half of the woman's face...

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At the same moment, in a completely closed basement in Jinghua City.

The woman who was originally sitting in seclusion with her eyebrows and eyes closed also vomited a large mouthful of blood with a "wow"...