They were tricked.
They were too careful.
This was the result of not being united. Normally, if they were united, they wouldn't have just protected themselves, and wouldn't have given Ghostly Hand Thirteen such a good chance to succeed in his sneak attack.
Ghostly Hand Thirteen was the one who had received the most experience from Xiatian. It could be said that he relied on his brain to fight.
He made his opponents confused, and then used the simplest method to deceive the eyes of hundreds of Orange level experts.
This was the strength of Ghostly Hand Thirteen.
Taking the head of a general among thousands of people.
It could be said that this was the highest level of treatment.
Ghostly Hand Thirteen did it perfectly.
At this moment, he would become the highest level, the most perfect existence in everyone's heart.
No one cared about the process. No matter what method he used, they only saw the result.
They even admired him because he could deceive so many people. This in itself was a kind of ability. If it was someone else, they wouldn't be able to do it.
"My boss has the final say here. Whoever dares to resist, I'll kill him." Ghostly Hand Thirteen said loudly.
His gaze swept over the people present one by one.
Murderous aura!
Ghostly Hand Thirteen's murderous aura was substantial because he had killed too many people recently. When the murderous aura passed by those people, they couldn't help but tremble.
Loyalty!
Everyone saw the spirit of loyalty in Ghostly Hand Thirteen.
Everyone still thought that Xiatian would die in this battle, but Ghostly Hand Thirteen was still willing to help him. This was his loyalty. Ghostly Hand Thirteen started the first battle for Xiatian.
"Kill him!" One of the Orange Level fighters yelled.
Thousands of Orange level experts attacked together.
Such a scene was very spectacular.
"It's time to use the big move." Ghostly Hand Thirteen shouted, and countless light needles flew around again.
Humph!
How could those people be fooled again?
They had been fooled once, and they would never be fooled again.
This time, they didn't defend.
Puff!
Blood light.
Countless blood light appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"The killing has begun." Ghostly Hand Thirteen's face revealed a trace of a smile. The previous attack was not a feint, this was his real attack. The first attack was a feint to attract everyone's attention, but the second one was no longer a feint, the second one was a real attack.
A real attack.
There was substance in the illusory, and substance in the illusory.
This was the battle experience that Xiatian had imparted to him.
Never let your enemy know what trump cards you have. Even if you don't have anything, you have to let your enemy feel that you still have a lot of trump cards.
Moreover, when attacking, it was most useful to mix up the real and the false.
At this moment, there were less than forty to fifty people out of the hundreds who were truly defending. The rest had all been hit.
These people all began to retreat, and the disciples of their sects all began to step forward to protect them.
It was precisely because they were afraid of death.
Therefore, the formation of a few hundred people disintegrated on its own.
It was broken.
This formation of a few hundred people was completely destroyed and disappeared.
Without the threat of the attacks from the hundreds of people,
The scene immediately became chaotic. Everyone was in danger.
No one else could block Ghostly Hand Thirteen's attack.
"Yes!" Xiatian nodded silently. He was very satisfied with Ghostly Hand Thirteen's performance. At this time, Ghostly Hand Thirteen had already grasped all the skills he had taught him, especially the timing of the sneak attack and the control of the battlefield. He was using them freely.
Puff! Puff!
Massacre!
"This is too powerful. One person fought against so many masters, and he did it with ease."
"Yes, it's really terrifying. A little brother is already so powerful. Then how strong is Xiatian?"
"The name of Ghostly Hand Thirteen will be completely famous in the continent."
The people around began to sigh with emotion.
Everyone understood that people who could be involved in this kind of war were destined to become famous in the Tianyuan Continent, especially people like Ghostly Hand Thirteen. His performance simply shocked everyone.
Everyone began to worship Ghostly Hand Thirteen.
Ha!
Ghostly Hand Thirteen shouted as he annihilated another faction.
In this way, he killed one force after another.
The people around also began to be afraid. Although they were greedy, they had to be alive to be greedy. If they were dead, what else could they use to be greedy?
It was completely unacceptable.
Run!
Gradually, some people began to choose to run away.
They didn't want to fight anymore.
They wanted to live. They didn't want any Level 5 weapons, and they didn't want any rewards from the ancient race. At this moment, nothing was more substantial than their lives. No matter how many treasures they had, it couldn't be exchanged for their lives.
They were afraid!
They were confused about the future.
They would rather not be a subordinate family of the ancient race in the future.
Such a terrifying group of fighting force was disbanded just like that.
In fact, with so many masters' strength added together, even if they were to fight against two or three red class masters, it wouldn't be a problem. However, they all only cared about themselves. There were so many of them, but they didn't even use their strength.
It even affected the morale of the others.
At this moment, even if some people wanted to fight, their morale would be greatly reduced and they would escape with the others.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
At this moment, three figures appeared in the surroundings.
Red light.
These three red lights directly blocked the escape route of those people.
"Those who retreat will die!" The three red class masters shouted.
They were masters of the first class subordinate families.
These people were all masters of the first class subordinate families of the ancient race.
They were all elites cultivated by the ancient race. Now that the ancient race needed them, they naturally had to stand up.
When they saw the red class masters, the surrounding people were naturally afraid.
The red class masters finally came out.
A good show was coming.
Although it wasn't the official day of the battle yet, the current battle was already very exciting.
"Red class, we're in trouble." Ghost Hand Thirteen's face showed traces of bloodthirst. "But as long as I'm here, no one can get close to my boss."
Domineering!
Ghost Hand Thirteen was very domineering.
Even in the face of so many red class masters, he was still the same.
He didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.
This was Xiatian's underling.
The three Red Graders were like an iron triangle, standing in the three corners. With them there, no one dared to retreat.
Retreating meant death.
If they wanted to charge, they needed to have a chance of survival.
This was their choice.
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