Enough Ants Could Kill an Elephant
In the second layer of the Demon Dwellers' slums, there had never been a Demon Dweller scout who dared to be disrespectful to him.
Basically, after seeing him from afar, whether they were willing or not, they would take the initiative to greet him with a smile.
To Mosquito Butcher, this was a kind of enjoyment, and this kind of enjoyment could slowly dissolve the pressure and depression that had accumulated in his heart, causing it to dissipate and dissipate.
It had to be said that this guy's survival instinct was actually very strong. He was doing such a disgusting thing, but he still lived well. He could even think of a way to relieve pressure and adjust his state of mind and state. He was indeed a genius.
But from another point of view, this person was too sad. In order to survive, he had already lost everything else!
"Stop! You two damn lowly commoners, I'm talking about you … "
As such a situation had never happened before, Mosquito Butcher was immediately stunned. By the time he regained his senses, the two demons had already passed by him and were walking behind him. There was even a faint snicker coming from behind him …
Mosquito Butcher immediately flew into a rage and turned around to scold them.
It was this scolding that made the two Demon Dwellers stop in their tracks. The other Demon Dwellers around the square were also alarmed by this scolding, and they all turned to look at Mosquito Butcher.
Under such circumstances, he had to show off his prestige even more. Otherwise, once this matter spread out, he was afraid that all the Devil Dwellers in the second layer of the slums would follow suit in the future. Gradually, all the Devil Dwellers would no longer listen to him.
If that really happened, not only would the accumulated pressure and resentment in his heart not be able to be dispelled, it would even make things worse because of this matter.
For Mosquito Butcher, at that time, he would not be far from death or a complete mental breakdown!
Therefore, in his eyes, this matter was not a small matter that could be casually brushed aside. This was a matter of life and death, so he had to take it seriously …
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, the Mosquito Butcher's triangular eyes instantly burst out with a fierce light. Since these two lowly people in front of him did not know how to appreciate his kindness, then it was just right to use them as an example to fiercely establish his authority in this second floor of the demon slum area!
"You're the ones who asked for it. No wonder you, Lord Mosquito Butcher, are so vicious …"
With a cold glint in his eyes, Mosquito Butcher gritted his teeth and said this. Then his figure flashed and he raised his hand to smash the two demon slaves in front of him.
The gap between their realms was too great. With a gap of more than two major realms, this was a complete suppression.
Kacha!
Kacha!
Two crisp sounds of bones cracking could be heard.
The two Demon Slaves didn't even have the chance to react before their chests completely caved in. Blood spurted out of their mouths as their bodies flew backwards like a kite with its string cut.
Before he could even land, he had already died.
This scene caused a large number of exclamations and gasps of cold air to erupt from the surroundings.
The Mosquito Butcher was very satisfied with all this. It was good that they knew to be afraid. If they knew to be afraid, they would be more respectful in the future. That would make me feel even better.
With this thought in mind, when he retreated after one strike and once again put his hands behind his back, he turned his head proudly to look at the other Demons around him. The smile on his face suddenly froze again.
In his line of sight, the expressions on the faces of the twenty or thirty Demon Slaves around him seemed to be a little out of his expectations. Although they were also shocked, there was no fear. Instead, they were all angry, extremely angry, giving people a feeling that they were about to explode.
The Mosquito Butcher was stunned, and then a light flashed in his mind. He suddenly understood what was going on.
Compared to him, could it be that the Demon Slaves on the second floor didn't feel the pressure, didn't they have accumulated resentment in their hearts?
As the lowest level of the Black Mosquito Bastion, they excavated mineral resources day and night outside, even risking their lives. Only once they completed a certain amount of tasks could they return once, holed up in the slums of the second floor for a few days to adjust and recuperate.
But when the time was up, they immediately had to leave again … This cycle repeated, year after year!
The Mosquito Butcher could at least vent his presence in front of this group of Demon Slaves to resolve the accumulated resentment and pressure in his heart. But what about them? Not only did they have no way to vent, but they also had to brew more resentment because of the Mosquito Butcher's bullying.
In this way, if he really wanted to compare, these guys were clearly worse than him.
And now, because of what had just happened, the Demons around him were obviously all enraged. The resentment and pressure that had been accumulating in their hearts for a long time were on the verge of exploding.
These guys were going crazy!
Thinking of this, the Mosquito Butcher's face changed in an instant. He was powerful, and the Demons around him were just ants in his eyes. But with his status, killing two or three of them was not a big deal. If he killed too many … more than ten, Mount Naibo would definitely not let him go.
Since he couldn't kill them, and these guys were crazy, wouldn't that mean he could only be beaten up?
These guys were weak, but the key was that there were so many of them. Once they went crazy, each of them could swallow him alive in one bite!
"You, you … Don't mess around. I'm telling you, I … I'll go crazy!"
Seeing that the Demons around him were all gathering here with ferocious expressions, and even some Demons were rushing over from the four entrances of the first level main passageways around the square, the Mosquito Butcher was completely scared. He stuttered a warning and wanted to retreat from the path he came from.
He was clearly planning to escape through the space door.
"Kill him, kill this bastard!"
"I've had enough, I'm going to fight it out with him …"
…
After realizing the Mosquito Butcher's intention, the dozen demon slaves closest to him immediately roared and rushed over without fear of death, directly cutting off the Mosquito Butcher's path of retreat.
This scene was like a fuse that was lit, and in an instant, the other demon slaves further away in the square also erupted. All the figures that could be seen were running wildly, murderous, and converging.
…
By the time Ye Xuan arrived, the scene was already in complete chaos!
About seven or eight demon slaves' corpses were lying on the ground, and the Mosquito Butcher was still besieged by a large number of agitated Demons. There were more than a hundred of them, and they had already surpassed the number of Ye Xuan's demon slaves.
Obviously, some of the demon slave scouts that had not been subdued by him were affected and took the initiative to join in because of their emotions.
This scene surprised even Ye Xuan. The expression on his face gradually became strange, and he suddenly had a feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Don't come over, you bunch of lunatics, don't come over …"
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