Chapter 2492
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The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was wearing a cloak with jagged edges. Its legs could not be seen, only its tall, eerie body was visible.
Standing on the Dark Ocean, the Elder of the Shadow Tribe perfectly embodied the aura of the Grim Reaper. Its deep eyes seemed to be marking the time of death of every living creature.
One of its hands was hanging down naturally, while the other was resting on a long handle on its shoulder.
The other end of the handle was the Death Sickle. Most of the time, the Elder of the Shadow Tribe would use this weapon that could cut open a person's chest and hook their soul.
"Kekeke ~!"
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe's laughter was particularly eerie.
It turned its head and glanced at Mofan.
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was very satisfied with the darkness. It looked at Mofan as if it was saying, "Nice try, kid."
"Keke!"
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe flew across the Dark Ocean and charged at the huge army of Crossing River Sea Creatures alone.
When Mofan thought the Elder of the Shadow Tribe was going to kill the sea creatures with its Death Sickle, the Elder of the Shadow Tribe swung the handle with both hands. The other end of the handle was a heavy hammer covered in thorns!
The hammer was shockingly huge. Since the Elder of the Shadow Tribe was surrounded by a thick dark mist, Mofan subconsciously thought it was a sickle when he saw the Elder of the Shadow Tribe carrying a handle.
However, the Elder of the Shadow Tribe swung the hammer and sent blood and flesh flying everywhere!
When the hammer smashed down, it felt as if the entire dark space was trembling.
The few sea monsters at the front were covered in scales and horns, but the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's violent hammer smashed their scales, fins, and horns into smithereens!
Hammer!
Hammer!
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was in Mofan's Dark Ocean. Its strength was closer to its strength in the Dark Plane Plane. A large number of corpses were bound to appear when it swung the hammer.
The sea creatures' corpses were mixed together. It was impossible to tell what species they were. In just a few minutes, the Dark Ocean under the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's feet was filled with corpses.
Compared to the sickle, the hammer was more violent and direct. After a few strikes, the Crossing River Sea Creatures were stunned. They no longer had the courage to charge forward fearlessly.
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was immersed in the slaughter of the group of commanders. Finally, after smashing them into pieces, he turned around.
It held the handle with one hand and rubbed the heavy hammer covered in blood between the corpses of the Great Commanders. it was a terrifying sight.
Just like that, the Elder of the Shadow Tribe dragged the hammer and walked toward the Crossing River Sea Creatures step by step.
Every time he took a step, a cloud of black evil aura would surge up beside him like a whirlwind. Then, a shadow descendant guard would walk side by side with him.
The Shadow Descendant seemed to have been influenced by the elder. He wasn't holding a dagger or any other assassination weapon. Instead, he was carrying an axe on his shoulder!
More and more guards appeared. Each of them was holding a bloodstained weapon. They were led by the Elder of the Shadow Tribe, a general who was dragging a heavy hammer. They swaggered toward the River Crossing Demons …
Let alone Ding Yuming, even Mo Fan himself was dumbfounded!
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was a venerable of virtue and prestige in the Dark Plane. He controlled the life and death of the Shadow Tribe. Even if he didn't have the aura of an emperor, he was still an existence equivalent to a feudal lord. Why were they acting like gangsters from the Republic of China?!
Unifying black cloaks, unifying hammers, axes, hammers, and other weapons, swaying arrogantly, holding hammers and hammers like a ruffian …
Mofan finally understood what it meant when the upper beam was crooked, the lower beam would be crooked.
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was an unrestrained slaughterer. The Shadow Tribe Guards under his command followed suit.
The Axe Gang looked like a gang, but the butchering aura they exuded was definitely not the bluff of a street gang. Instead, it was closer to a kind of imprisonment and torture!
It was like a serial psychopath, bloodthirsty and tyrannical. Once it had its target under control, all it had to do next was to choose a way to kill it.
It didn't matter if it used the common sickles, axes, or even the more terrifying hammers. What awaited the River Crossing Demons was a horrible fate!
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe's hammer would shatter bones and scales wherever it hit.
The Shadow Tribe Guards were even stronger in the presence of the Elder of the Shadow Tribe. They lined up and cleaned up the River Crossing Demons in an orderly manner, not sparing a single one of them.
Violence should be used to curb violence with violence when dealing with these cruel and vicious sea monsters.
When it came to the art of death, the creatures of the Dark Plane were many levels ahead of these deep-sea creatures.
Mofan agreed with the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's decision. It was necessary to instill fear in the sea creatures and instill fear into their bones. They had to understand that they had to pay a great price for invading a country's cities and territories and harming humans!
The corpses of the sea creatures were piled up in the river. The strong current of the river had completely stagnated. The corpses had even floated to the surface and formed a new sandbar in front of the bridge.
There was a sandbar here before, filled with the corpses of the Black Pigs and the limbs of the Giant Crocodile Demons. However, the sandbar had reappeared. It was not made of sand, but the corpses of the River Crossing Demons!
It was Ding Yumian's first time witnessing something like this. It was like a nightmare.
However, she did not avert her gaze. She would not allow herself to be so weak.
She clearly knew that if the corpses of the River Crossing Demons were not piling up into a mountain, it must be the people living on both sides of the river. That was the true meaning of despair!
Despite the great shock in her heart, Ding Yumian tried her best to remain calm and collected.
Every time she sensed something, she would subconsciously glance at Mo Fan beside her.
Mofan's expression was cold, and his eyes were indifferent. It was obvious that he was used to seeing things like this.
However, Ding Yumian was well aware that the man before her did not have the slightest bit of mercy. His heart was like a raging fire and lightning. Those who crossed his bottom line would surely suffer the most violent revenge!
There was no room for mercy or hesitation in a time of chaos.
She had to be decisive and strike back at lightning speed!
That was the only way to protect the river that spanned a hundred kilometers!
As a Psychic Magician, if she did not have a strong will, how was she supposed to deal with the cunning sea creatures that only had murderous intent in their eyes?
Ding Yumian felt like she had learned an important lesson today.
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