This was the first time Dean saw a Wing Family member. After he glanced at him, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, his heart shivered. Through thermal vision, he could see that the heat in this person's body was extremely vigorous, like a strong flame, far better than anyone present. It was not inferior to Hathaway. Obviously, this person was most likely a Wing Family Pioneer!
He suddenly thought of the Shadow Hunter behind him, and his face changed slightly. His eyes didn't move, but his sight quietly shifted to the surrounding environment.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are a Wing Family warrior, right?" The shock on Ian's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became a little gloomy. Thinking of the Shadow Hunter's corpse behind him, he slowly stepped forward, blocking the cave a little, and coldly said, "Your Wing Family actually dares to step into our Dragon Family's Wasteland without permission. Aren't you afraid of death? There are Dragon Family Pioneers wandering around here. You'd better leave immediately! "
The Wing Family youth slowly raised his eyes. A pair of green eyes lightly looked at Ian, but his line of sight gently swept past Ian's body and looked at the cave behind him. He seemed to notice something in the darkness, and his eyes slightly brightened. But soon, he noticed something suspicious, and his face revealed a bit of surprise. His eyes once again fell on Ian's face, and he asked, "This Shadow Hunter, did you kill it?"
Ian and the others' faces changed, and they immediately clenched their weapons, ready to fight.
"With your insignificant strength, it should be impossible for you to kill a Shadow Hunter. So that's how it is. You just want to take advantage of the situation, hehe..." The Wing Family youth muttered to himself. He slightly shook his head and smiled, feeling funny for his excessive caution. The huge bat wings on his back quickly folded into a ball, like he was carrying a black shield.
He lifted his feet and walked toward the cave as if there was no one else.
Dean's eyes flashed, and his body slightly moved to the side, not stopping him.
In front of the cave, Ian and the other two people's faces slightly changed. They didn't expect Dean to actually step back. Did he intend to let them fight with the enemy first? Thinking of this, the three people secretly cursed in their hearts, but they didn't follow Dean's example and step aside. After all, once they stepped back, it was equal to surrendering the legendary magic marks to the enemy.
"Stop!" Ian gritted his teeth.
The Winged Race youth acted as if he didn't hear anything and walked forward calmly.
Ruby, who was standing in the front, felt an inexplicable sense of tension. He swallowed his saliva, hesitated, and finally clenched his teeth. Like Dudian, he moved to the side.
"Go!" Ian roared.
Martin suddenly rushed out, and his figure seemed to suddenly split into three. He waved his saber and slashed at the youth of the Wing Race.
Seeing this, Ruby's expression changed slightly, knowing that he was serious.
Puff!
Suddenly, the sound of flesh tearing echoed. Blood spurted out, and a head floated in front of Ruby and Dean. It fell to the ground and rolled four or five meters away. It was Martin's head. There was a trace of astonishment on his face.
Everyone's expression changed.
There was a trace of shock in Dean's eyes. Although he expected that the youth of the Wing Race was extremely strong and not an ordinary Pioneer, he didn't expect that he was so strong. Cold sweat overflowed from his back, and his whole body was stiff. This was the feeling of being locked by a murderous aura. He was like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake. He didn't dare to jump or move, lest he disturbed the time, because the next moment would be his death.
Ian, Rosemary, and Ruby's pupils shrank, and their faces were full of horror. They didn't expect that the strength of the youth of the Wing Race was so terrifying. They suddenly understood why Dean retreated. It was not because he wanted them to fight and consume their strength, but because Dean's thermal vision ability had seen clearly from the beginning that the strength of the youth of the Wing Race was not something they could resist!
Ian's teeth were chattering as he stared at the young man of the Wings Race walking towards him. His heart was pounding like crazy. It was as if the young man's light footsteps were stepping on his heart with every step. Ian's hand that was holding his weapon was frozen. The strong pressure from the young man was like an invisible hand that tightly gripped his body, making it impossible for him to move.
His palms trembled slightly, and he slowly moved his feet. Before the youth of the Wing Race came over, he tried to move to the side, making way for the youth.
At this moment, the legendary magic mark of the Shadow Hunter was no longer in his mind. There was only fear and a strong desire to survive.
Rosemary followed closely behind Ian to make way. Her face was pale, and she didn't dare to look directly at the youth's face.
The youth of the Wing Race looked straight ahead and ignored the two people. He went straight into the cave and walked toward the huge corpse of the Shadow Hunter.
Seeing the youth enter the cave, Ian was relieved. He slightly gathered strength on the soles of his feet, and just as he was about to escape, he suddenly heard the voice of the youth, "Don't rush to leave. I still have some questions to ask you. If you don't want to die, be obedient."
Ian's face changed slightly. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, but he saw that the youth didn't look back. Instead, he came to the front of the Shadow Hunter and squatted down, looking up and down at the Shadow Hunter.
Although he gave his back to the youth, Ian didn't have the slightest idea of sneak attack. He even had a feeling that once he escaped, he would be immediately caught and killed by the youth.
Dean saw that Ian, Rosemary, and Ruby were all scared and gave up the idea of escaping. There was a trace of disappointment and even annoyance in his heart. He wanted to wait for Ian and the others to escape, and then he would also take the opportunity to escape. As long as they ran separately, he didn't believe that the youth could catch up with them at the same time. In this way, someone would successfully escape. And if he continued to wait, he didn't need to think to know that the youth would most likely ask questions about the cause of death of the Shadow Hunter.
Once the questions were asked, it would be time to silence them.
From the behavior of the youth, it seemed that he had long known the existence of the Shadow Hunter. If it was to deal with the Dragon Guards, then he could have killed all of them as soon as he appeared. He would even use the method of sneak attack, which was more secure and ensured that no one was missed.
If he came for the Shadow Hunter, then the reason was obvious. There were spies planted by the Wing Family in the Dragon Guards or related high-level officials, and they revealed the traces left by the Shadow Hunter in Orange Wasteland No. 3 to the Wing Family. That was why the Wing Family didn't hesitate to take the risk of sneaking in to look for it.
"Huh?" The youth looked at the fatal wound on the back of the Shadow Hunter and was somewhat surprised. Then he looked at the rest of the body and the surrounding environment, and the surprise in his eyes suddenly turned into shock. "There is no trace of a fierce battle, and the wound is fatal. How is it possible? Did something come out from the depths of the Wasteland?"
His face flashed, and he no longer hesitated. He took out a small bottle from his pocket and sprinkled it on the wound. Some pale yellow powder floated down.
After sprinkling some evenly, he put away the bottle and waited quietly.
In the blink of an eye, a few minutes passed, but there was no movement on the wound as he expected.
"The Parasitic Soul Worm is gone?" The youth's face sank, and he frowned.
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