As mentioned before, the chief of the Blackstone tribe, Salva had the King of Vajra Soul. His strength was more than ten times stronger than an ordinary Peacock King's Soul.
So when he stepped into the canyon, he was like a magnet, attracting everyone's attention.
At this time, the Desolate Man's battle power was overwhelming. The remaining hundreds of people in the West Mountain Camp could not stop the ferocious Desolate Man army.
As long as the generals led by Wang Chuan fell, the West Mountain Camp would completely fall into the hands of the Desolate Man.
Salva chose this time to attack because he knew this.
And to ensure that he could kill them, he also let his right-hand man, Pat, support him. It was supposed to be foolproof, but now he was extremely angry because Azhari had sent six Desolate Man warriors to act with him.
Perhaps Azhari had doubts about his strength, or perhaps Azhari was impatient. But no matter which it was, Salva felt belittled. As the chief of a tribe, and also having the King of Vajra Soul, he could not accept such belittlement. So he decided to prove his strength.
What was the best way to prove his strength?
There might not be the best way, but the most direct way was to kill a strong enemy.
Looking at the canyon, the scattered resistance of the human army was like the embers of a firewood that could be extinguished at any time. Where would the strong come from?
Only Wang Chuan, who had been blocking the front, could barely be considered a character. Killing him might not be enough to establish dominance, but it would definitely make Azhari's men not dare to belittle him.
If he wanted to kill, he had to kill them in one blow. Only by killing them in one blow would he have enough deterrence.
Salva decided to attack, and then he rushed forward. A few Desolate Men in front of him were knocked away. The dark light wave was more obvious than any Desolate Man warrior's explosion. With courage, his fist was the most terrifying killing weapon in the world.
Wang Chuan was fighting off a Desolate Man when he suddenly felt a strong omen of death. Without thinking, he crossed his hands in front of the gate and activated his Qi of vitality to the maximum, forming a thick shield.
Boom!
The shield shattered instantly. He did not even have time to see the enemy clearly before he flew out.
He felt as if his body had become light as a feather, as if he was floating in the clouds. Not only did he not feel any pain, he even felt a little comfortable. Time seemed to have slowed down.
Salva was extremely dissatisfied that Wang Chuan didn't explode into minced meat, but he was sure that when Wang Chuan landed, he would definitely become a corpse.
However, he was disappointed. After Wang Chuan landed on the ground, he sat up with a blank look on his face. He touched his arms and body as if nothing had happened.
Time seemed to have returned to its normal speed.
Wang Chuan couldn't figure out why he wasn't injured at all. If he could calm his heart and sense it, he would have sensed that there was an invisible force field protecting him. If not for this force field, he would have exploded into minced meat just now.
At this moment, a Desolate Man Warrior pounced in front of Wang Chuan. Zhao Qiping mustered up his courage and used all his strength to stab with the rod left behind by Zhang Donglin.
After one end of the rod became sharp, it didn't change back. It looked like a long and thick iron spine.
However, the Desolate Man Warrior had courage, which was stronger than any armor. Zhao Qiping was only a Level Five Martial Artist. With his cultivation, even if he had a divine weapon in his hand, how could he injure the Desolate Man Warrior?
However, he did injure him.
Not only did he injure him, but the iron rod seemed to have divine help as it directly pierced into the Desolate Man Warrior's heart, stabbing him to death.
The Desolate Man Warrior's eyes widened, obviously doubting whether this was real. Unfortunately, the loss of blood and the loss of energy gradually buried his consciousness. He reached out and grabbed the rod in vain, wanting to see if there was any mystery on it. However, there was nothing. The person who killed him obviously wanted him to not be able to die in peace, so he could only die in peace.
His tall body fell to the ground, causing dust to rise.
Zhao Qiping couldn't believe his eyes. What did he do? He killed a Desolate Man Warrior with just one strike. Even in the Dragon Subduing Army, only a super master could do that.
Was he a super master?
Obviously not.
Zhao Qiping was not blind to his position, and he was also a little clever, so he immediately reacted and shouted excitedly, "It's, it's the mysterious master that the commandant mentioned!"
Indeed, this was the only reasonable explanation.
Wang Chuan suddenly realized.
After that, no matter how much strength Salva used, he was always a little bit away from killing someone. His subordinate, Padt, couldn't even kill Zhao Qiping for a long time. Normally, Padt would be able to kill ten people like Zhao Qiping.
Salva did not know who was playing tricks in the dark, but the feeling of being restrained made him furious. The more irritable he was, the less he could find an opening, and Wang Chuan took advantage of the situation to attack him.
On the other side, Hu Bugui had already collided with the remaining Desolate Man Warriors. With his strength, it was more than enough to deal with one, but to deal with five at the same time, he was on the brink of death almost every moment.
However, he would not die. Every time at the crucial moment, he would always escape the fatal killing blow as if he had divine help.
The three of them were like marionettes. Under the control of the mysterious person, they actually temporarily blocked the attack of the Desolate Man Army.
Even they themselves felt that this was an incredible miracle.
But if they knew the identity of the mysterious person, they would feel that it was only natural.
But they did not know that every moment was as long as a century to Ji Zhiyuan.
Yan Li was already standing in front of Azhari.
The surrounding Desolate Men did not dare to approach him, because the Desolate Man corpses around him had already piled up as high as the wall.
Azhari was sizing up this young man with a look of interest, like a cat that had caught an interesting mouse and was thinking about how to play with it to maximize its satisfaction.
"Do you know how I got this scar?" He pointed at the scar on his face that slanted across his entire face and spoke in pure common language.
He was so pure that he did not seem like a Desolate Man.
Yan Li did not speak. It was not that he did not want to speak, but that he could not, because all the aura on his body had been locked on by the other party. If he made the slightest movement, he would suffer a thunderous attack.
A smart person would not move at this time. While Azhari was still in the mood to talk, he tried to observe his flaws.
So Yan Li tried his best to pretend that he was all ears.
Azhari did not care about Yan Li's behavior. He just needed a listener. As long as Yan Li did not move, he would not make a move.
"When I was still a baby," he said, "I was sent to Rong City by my brother. I was adopted by a high-ranking general in the city. You know, when we Desolate Men are young, we are almost exactly the same as you humans. Our blood is bright red and warm. No one can see through me."
His interest gradually increased, and his eyes gradually became bloodshot. "I was born with a mission: to expand the territory for the Aragami. When I was twenty years old, which was twelve years ago, I killed the whole family of that general. They didn't treat me well. They always thought I was ugly. His son, in particular, was always against me. I even raped his daughter because she never called me brother. Then you know, Rong City was lost under my coordination. We Desolate Men occupied Rong City. "
"Do you know how I got this scar?" he asked again.
At first, Yan Li was willing to pretend that he was all ears, but he gradually gave up. He felt that he was too kind compared to Azhari. Of course, he also did not like to pretend to be righteous. But he really could not listen anymore, so he opened his mouth and said,
"No matter how it came about, it is retribution anyway."
But this sentence was too weak. He immediately continued coldly, "You don't have to ask others this question in the future, because you will never have the chance to ask again."
Who would not have the chance to ask questions? Of course it was the dead.
The dead could not speak, so of course they would not ask questions.
Azhari smiled inexplicably. "If you don't want to know, I will tell you. It was Zhang Huaibi who left this scar."
Yan Li had originally planned to pretend to be calm no matter whose name he mentioned. But when he heard the name "Zhang Huaibi", he could not help but be shocked.
The name Zhang Huaibi might be very unfamiliar, but he had a nickname, "The World's Best Sword". It was not the world's fastest sword, but the world's best sword, just like Yan Shiyi's world's best knife.
But when Zhang Huaibi got this nickname, Yan Shiyi was not yet born.
At the same time, he was also a super strong man ranked fifth on the Asura List. Even Xiao Yueming did not dare to compete with him in swordsmanship. At the same time, he was Zhang Zhidong's nephew. He was the biggest reason Rong City could resist the Desolate Men.
It was said that no one could escape from Zhang Huaibi's sword. It was said that Zhang Huaibi once fought his way into the Lava Tribe alone, seriously injuring Aguba. He did not dare to come out for three years.
Azhari actually said that the scar on his face was left by Zhang Huaibi. How could Yan Li not be shocked?
Azhari saw the expression on Yan Li's face as if he had expected it. Then his face gradually turned cold. This was a sign that he was about to kill someone.
Yan Li suddenly said, "You said so much just to prove that you escaped from a human's sword? And you even used it as a reason to brag? "
As the first Desolate Man to escape from Zhang Huaibi's sword, Azhari was indeed proud. Even his brother Aguba might not be able to escape unscathed from Zhang Huaibi.
Azhari said coldly, "I said so much just to let you understand the gap between us."
Perhaps it was because he had grown up in human society that he did not lag behind in his speech.
If it were other Desolate Men, they would have already fought and not said so much.
Yan Li suddenly laughed and said, "Then you must not know one thing."
"Oh?" Azhari said.
Yan Li said lightly, "I once killed Qu Youfeng under Zhang Dashan's eyes."
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