Chapter 1506 Bloody Hand Destruction

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"It's over, it's over!"

Lord Vatlai of Blood Hand felt cold in his heart.

Camus, who had used the Angel of Revenge, had his strength surged to the peak of Legend. In addition, the opponent hated him so much that he didn't care about his life at all. He was ready to tear off a piece of his flesh even if he was injured.

This kind of battle made Lord Blood Hand, who always cherished his life, feel colder and colder, and his reaction became more and more panic.

Especially when he saw the one-sided situation in front of him, he almost fainted.

Although the troops brought by the mysterious demon youth were very mixed, their strength was unexpectedly strong. The most terrifying thing was that this mixed team had strict discipline and high morale, which was even better than the demon king's guards.

The guards and servants in the castle where he was were no match at all. It was only a matter of time before they were eliminated. In addition, the entire castle was shrouded in an invisible and colorless transparent barrier that could not be broken, which made them like turtles in a jar, with nowhere to escape.

Thinking of this, Blood Hand Lord Watt's face turned pale, and he felt more and more terrified.

Could it be that the Blood Hand Lord, who had dominated this territory for hundreds of years, would be destroyed here today?

No, he was unwilling!

"Watley, fighting with this general, you still have the mind to be distracted?" Shadow Thorn Camus, with murderous intent in his eyes, sneered in a hoarse and rough voice, "Hehe, beast, die!"

Suddenly, Camus, holding a dark energy-shaped spear, turned from half-air and pierced the chest of the Blood Hand Lord below like a sharp spike.

The Blood Hand Lord's eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs trembled in his eye sockets.

He knew that the situation was over, and he immediately roared and launched a desperate counterattack against Camus.

The battle in the entire castle hall instantly rose to a white-hot stage.

"Quick battle, remember not to break the valuables, I will sell them for money!"

"Did you hear me? Abulong, I'm talking to you, aim your hammer carefully before you hit! And you, don't use your sword to cut valuable things, they will be worthless if they are broken..."

Wang Yan stood there, calling out to his men around him nonchalantly, as if he was not fighting a great lord to death, but going to the market to buy vegetables, relaxed and comfortable.

"Master Hill, why don't you play a few games to stretch your muscles?" Wang Yan saw that the whole battle was almost over, so he simply returned to the front of the carriage and sat next to Master Hill.

At the moment, he only needed to keep the barrier of the Eight-foot Mirror in his hand intact, and he didn't need to do anything at all.

Of course, Wang Yan looked relaxed at the moment, but in fact, he was the one with the most difficulty. Manipulating the Eight-foot Mirror requires high-intensity mental and physical support. If the barrier of the Eight-foot Mirror is destroyed, Wang Yan and his party will probably be trapped in the army. It will be a pity that they will die without a burial place.

So this battle is actually very dangerous, but fortunately Wang Yan is strong enough to support the barrier of the Eight-foot Mirror until the end of this battle.

In addition, Wang Yan's men have received tactics and arrangements in advance. They have tried their best to drive the enemy to the middle and pay close attention to the enemy's movements to prevent the enemy from taking the opportunity to attack the barrier.

Therefore, victory is only a matter of time. The reason why they can win so easily is that they have obtained detailed intelligence and made precise arrangements before the war. It can be said that the right time, right place, and right people are all on Wang Yan's side. It is difficult for Wang Yan not to win.

"Pah, pah." Master Hill sat on the edge of the truck like a little old man, puffing his pipe leisurely, saying, "Fighting is for young people, and I, an old guy, will not participate. But you, Lord Mo Yan, are really courageous. You rushed directly into the center of the lair of the Blood Hand Lord to fight. I, an old guy, am satisfied watching it."

"The timid will starve to death, and the bold will die of gluttony. If I don't go into this tiger's den, where will the tiger cub come from?" Wang Yan waved his hand disapprovingly, and used the saying of hell to describe the common saying on Earth just now.

"Well said, this Blood Hand Lord is rich, and Lord Mo Yan looks like he will make a fortune." Master Hill smoked his pipe and exclaimed in admiration, "With Lord Mo Yan's courage, if he has a full eight grips in the future, I'm afraid the Demon King will become your prey."

The world of hell is full of cruel jungle laws. Whoever has a big fist has the right to speak. Therefore, no matter which lord or demon king, every bit of their territory and resources are all snatched and fought for by personal ability.

If you want to survive and develop, the struggle of the weak and the strong is inevitable, and you are used to it. Of course, you can also choose to be dominated by others, become their pawns, and the object of oppression, so that you can survive. But this is not the path Wang Yan wants to take.

"Demon King?" Wang Yan smiled softly and replied, "As long as they threaten this lord and block this lord's way, they are all my enemies. I will not be soft on my enemies."

This statement is still modest. The former master of Yanhu in Chilian Lake was a demigod demon king-level overlord. But in order to protect the safety of the plane base, Wang Yan immediately organized people and launched a war against it.

If in the near future, in order to bring back Wu Ya Ange, even if he has to clash with a demon god, he Wang Yan will not hesitate.

Time passes again.

Blood Hand Lord Wattley became more and more nervous as the battle went on. As he panicked and missed his attack, Shadow Thorn Camus immediately seized this perfect opportunity. He flashed behind Wattley and shot through his body.

Then there was a muffled sound like an air explosion. Camus's magic spear, which was transformed from dark energy, exploded. The dark energy full of death and decay immediately rushed into the flesh and blood body of the Blood Hand Lord like a flood.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

The Blood Hand Lord opened his mouth and let out a nearly silent howl. In a short moment, he seemed to have his soul eroded, and he couldn't even move a toe. And the intense pain made him want to live but not die.

"This knife is for my destroyed legion!"

At this time, Camus, in the state of the angel of revenge, had a hideous face, which was even more terrifying than a demon. He slowly walked to the Blood Hand Lord, grabbed his neck, lifted him up from the ground, and then turned his hand into a blade and pierced his body.

"This knife is for my wife!"

"This knife is for the compatriots you killed!"

"This knife..."

After Camus stabbed in with one hand, he turned and stirred cruelly, causing the Blood Hand Lord to howl miserably, resounding throughout the castle hall. But the more miserable the Blood Hand Lord was, the more intense the hatred in Camus' heart burned.

In this way, Camus cut open the Blood Hand Lord's body with a knife according to his crimes, and skinned him alive.

Such a cruel and violent method was the strongest deterrent to the Blood Hand Lord's men.

In the end, with the miserable death of the Blood Hand Lord, the few remaining men of the Blood Hand Lord fell into despair and collapse.

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