Huh? Then something even stranger happened. After those half-dead left the iron tree branches, their wounds automatically healed and stopped bleeding. Even their dirty clothes began to become clean and tidy, not much different from an ordinary human martial artist's.
The only difference was that their eyes were unfocused, obviously without self-awareness. All of them stared straight at Du Feng, walking towards him step by step as if they wanted to divide him and eat him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
The third floor of the Devil's Den was really amazing. The way to enter was already abnormal enough, and the half-dead were even more bizarre. But then something even more bizarre happened. The sharp blades on the branches that were originally used to pierce the half-dead suddenly detached from their bodies. The sharp blades turned into short swords and flew into the hands of the half-dead. Just enough for everyone, no more and no less.
They even brought weapons, this is too bad … Du Feng quickly pulled out the Silver Dragon Sword and prepared to fight. Nine hundred human martial artists, and their divine senses were controlled by the iron tree, so they were not afraid of death or pain. If they swarmed him, it would really be hard for him.
Du Feng was about to fight the half-dead on the third floor of the Devil's Den, but Xiong Pingsan was fighting guerrilla warfare on the second floor. He couldn't be blamed for not being fierce enough, but there were too many scissor imps. Every time he killed an imp, he would have to smash the severed fingers that fell to the ground at the same time. This job was indeed quite tiring.
As more and more imps gathered, Xiong Pingsan had to retreat while fighting, and finally, he simply turned around and fled. He decided to use guerrilla tactics to lengthen the battle line. He let the fast imps run in front and the slow ones block the back, so that the number of imps he faced at one time would be reduced.
In Xiong Pingsan's plan, the second floor of the Devil's Den was to be completed in half a month. Fighting while running was to reduce his own damage. He didn't expect that Du Feng, that freak, had already killed all the scissor imps, slapped the zombie with a broken finger, and went to the third floor to find excitement.
"Run!"
As if it was discussed, Du Feng also started running at the same time. He needed to leave the range of the iron tree's branches first, and then think of a way to eliminate the half-dead in batches. This time, the ghost servant was completely unable to help, because these were all half-dead people with flesh and blood, not ghosts, so he could not absorb them. The Iron Tree Branch had thrown out 900 living dead at once. If it threw out 10 branches in a row, it would be even worse. It was better to leave this troublesome place first.
Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. It comes like a spring dream and leaves like the morning clouds.
Du Feng didn't run in a straight line like Xiong Pingsan. Instead, he used the graceful Flower Rain movement technique to run. In the process of running, the Half-Dead chasing after him were all led astray, gradually forming a strange formation. They were arranged in a staggered formation, one after the other, and each of them was half a meter apart. Ten living corpses formed a small team, and the second team was ten meters apart. It was the same staggered formation, the same distance of half a meter, and the number of ten.
Along the way, the 900 living corpses were divided into 90 teams. Each living dead was separated by half a meter, and each team was separated by 10 meters. The teams were not in a straight line, but were arranged in a staggered formation according to the rules. They were arranged in such a regular pattern that it looked like some kind of formation. That's right, this was a formation. Du Feng took advantage of the fact that these living dead had no consciousness and lured them by running, causing them to passively set up a formation.
"Start the formation!"
With Du Feng's order, the large formation of 900 people was activated. The participating living dead began to run in a circular pattern according to the rules of the formation. As long as Du Feng did not remove the formation, they would continue to run like this.
"Phew …"
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Du Feng took a deep breath first. The process just now looked easy, but it was actually full of danger. Bringing 900 living dead into the formation was much more difficult than running in a straight line. He could also use Xiong Pingsan's method to run straight away and then eliminate them one by one. But that was too slow. The number of living dead on the iron tree was astonishing, and he might not be able to kill them all even after a few months.
"Come out!"
Xiao Hei was still sleeping in the space in the necklace. Du Feng summoned the ghost servant and the pterosaur. The Undead were now living targets for these two fellows to practice their skills.
"Okay, Master is mighty!"
The ghost servant waved his large saber and rushed forward. If there were 900 living dead that could move freely, he would not dare to rush forward like this. This was because the sharp blades in those guys' hands had a restraining effect on spirit bodies, which was what ghost cultivators feared the most. But now, they were all running around in circles, and he could just harvest them from the side.
"Ga Ga …"
The pterosaur could not speak, so it could only express its excitement with its cries. It could already smell the flesh and blood of the living dead. These things were definitely great nourishment.
Letting the ghost servant and the pterosaur kill the living dead, Du Feng stood in place and did not do anything. He focused his eyes and observed the tall iron tree, trying to find some pattern. There were nine hundred zombies pierced through a single branch. This iron tree had a total of one hundred thick branches, and they were all neat and tidy, without any branches branching off. In other words, there were a total of 90,000 living dead on the third level of the demon's den.
Normal trees could not grow like this. They were all iron rod-like branches without forks or leaves. Of course, it was impossible for a normal tree to have so many living dead on it. Du Feng had a feeling that these living dead should have been real human martial artists when they were alive, and not illusory creatures created by the mystic realm.
The blood that flowed out was also real blood, and it was different from monsters like the living zombies with broken fingers. He did not know what method the demon's den used to collect so many human martial artists. They destroyed their consciousness, leaving only their physical bodies here for the demon's den to control. If he died here today, would he also become one of the living dead?
The 18 levels of the demon's den were too terrifying. This was only the third level, but it was already terrifying to such an extent. 90,000 human martial artists were strung on branches, and each of them was bleeding. He could not see the whole picture when he was close, but now that he looked at it from afar, it was even more terrifying.
Was this iron tree dead or alive? Other than swinging its branches, could it move itself? If the iron tree could also move, wouldn't he have nowhere to run? No wonder the number of members of the Golden Bear Clan was decreasing. Although accepting such a trial could improve their strength, the death rate was definitely very high.
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