Chapter 143: Small talk? (Ch 143)

Bloodshadow sensed the danger behind him and tried to dodge, but he was entangled by the Iron Guards and couldn’t escape.

“Puff!”

The Hell Dagger pierced into Bloodshadow’s back, and a black flame spread from the wound.

“ah!”

Blood Shadow let out a shrill scream, and his huge body began to tremble violently.

“What’s this?”

He was horrified to find that he had been injured by a strange ghost.

“Hehehe…”

Phantom Assassin laughed coldly and activated the skill “First Hit Critical Strike”.

A powerful energy burst out from the tip of his knife, interrupting the skill that Blood Shadow wanted to perform.

A large group of fourth-level fighters immediately rushed forward and fought with Blood Shadow.

The entire battlefield fell into a stalemate in an instant.

Near the city wall, a large number of low-level undead from both sides were fighting each other, leaving corpses everywhere.

Inside the city, Dali and Frost Soul fought hard and the battle was difficult to resolve.

Next to them, the vampire summoned by Mo Yingchen, together with the Iron Guards, Phantom Thorn, and a group of fourth-level black warriors, fought against the Blood Shadow. The scene was extremely intense.

Frost Soul was also furious at this moment.

But he had no time to care about that at the moment.

The powerful attack was like a violent storm, making it difficult for him to cope with it.

He could only place his hope on Blood Shadow, hoping that he could get rid of those troublesome guys as soon as possible and come to support him.

However, Xueying had no way of expressing his pain.

He didn’t expect the enemy to be so powerful.

It is true that he is at the peak of level five, but the vampire on the opposite side who came from nowhere is also level five.

And the skeleton holding the shield always attracts his attacks inexplicably.

Unfortunately, its defense is so terribly strong that it cannot be solved quickly.

This skeleton actually possesses combat power that is no weaker than that of the fifth level!

There was also the strange ghost that always appeared suddenly, and the dagger exuded an aura that made him shudder.

Although this ghost only attacked him once.

But he actually suffered serious injuries.

Now, just the occasional appearance of his figure has made him feel constrained.

Add to that a bunch of fourth-order dark warriors, can this…really win?

Blood Shadow no longer has the confidence he had when he first appeared!

“Damn it!”

Xueying cursed inwardly.

He didn’t expect that he would fall into such a passive situation.

“We can’t go on like this!”

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Xueying’s eyes, and he had already made a decision.

“Blood Shadow Clone!”

Blood Shadow roared, and his body instantly turned into countless bats and flew away.

The figures were outside the city, and they merged into one again and showed themselves!

“Want to run?”

Mo Yingchen sneered.

“Phantom Thorn!”

He let out a soft cry.

The phantom thorn that had been hiding in the dark suddenly appeared next to the blood shadow.

The phantom thorn let out a creepy scream.

The Hell Dagger in his hand exudes a cold light.

“Die!”

There was a flash of madness in Huan Ci’s eyes.

He poured all his energy into the Hell Dagger.

Energy burst! A life-threatening attack!

“Puff!”

The short blade of hell cut through the sky and pierced into the back of Bloodshadow.

“ah!”

Blood Shadow let out a shrill scream.

“You…you actually…”

Blood Shadow looked at the visible phantom thorn in disbelief.

He didn’t expect that he would be seriously injured by a trash ghost.

“ah!”

Blood Shadow let out a shrill scream.

But he was at the peak of the fifth level after all, and even the Phantom Assassin’s selfless attack was not enough to kill him.

His body once again turned into countless bats and fled in all directions.

“Blood Shadow!!!”

When Frost Soul saw that Blood Shadow had escaped, his heart was suddenly filled with despair.

He knew he had lost all hope.

“Go to hell!”

He roared fiercely, swung the Soul-Devouring Blood Blade in his hand, and slashed at the Frost Soul fiercely.

“Puff!”

The Soul-Devouring Blood Blade slashed across Frost Soul’s body, and the Soul-Devouring Blood Blade was activated, directly absorbing Frost Soul’s spirit.

“ah!”

Frost Soul let out a shrill scream, and its body turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

“bite!”

“Congratulations to the host for killing an elite target or above. I have plundered the opponent’s attributes: Spell Mastery (A), Mental Enhancement (B), and Frost Heart (A).”

“Please merge it in the entry library yourself.”

A system prompt sounded in Mo Yingchen’s mind.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

“It’s finally over!”

……

The death of Frost Soul caused the low-level undead to lose their backbone in an instant.

They looked around in confusion, not knowing what to do.

The Blood Demon seized the opportunity and commanded the army to quickly control the situation.

……

Mo Yingchen stepped into the Frost Territory.

The outer urban area has become a ruin, with broken walls and ruins, which is shocking to see.

Only the inner city area is still relatively intact and barely maintains its original appearance.

In the lord’s hall, Xiao Cong was tied tightly to a thick bone pillar.

Listening to the fierce fighting outside, my heart was filled with worry and fear.

It began to fear that the Frost Soul would be defeated and that it would be captured by unknown enemies outside.

At least here with Frost Soul, Mo Yingchen will find himself one day after he wakes up.

But if it is captured by someone else, can Mo Yingchen still find it?

What if the enemy is different from the Frost Soul and doesn’t need it, so just kill it?

Doesn’t that mean I’ll never see Mo Yingchen again?

I have important news to tell him…

It had overheard from Frost Soul the method of going to the human world, but it had not had the chance to tell Mo Yingchen!

Outside the hall, footsteps were getting closer.

The voice was steady and powerful, and could be heard clearly, step by step.

Not Frost Soul!

The Lich Frost Soul always floats in the air, and there is no sound of footsteps at all.

Could it be… that an unknown enemy has won?

It had its back to the gate and was tied up tightly, so it couldn’t see the person who was coming.

I could only prick up my ears and try to distinguish the footsteps that were getting closer and closer.

Fear rose like a tide.

It began to pray silently in its heart.

Pray that the person coming is not an enemy, and pray that Mo Yingchen will be safe.

“Squeak—”

The door of the hall was slowly pushed open, making a dull sound.

At that moment, Xiao Cong’s heart was in his throat.

“Xiao Cong?”

Mo Yingchen’s voice rang out in the hall, with a hint of urgency.

He pushed open the door of the hall, and his eyes swept across the empty hall, finally falling on the thick bone pillar.

The little skeleton, tightly bound with chains, had its back to him, motionless.

It’s Xiaocong!

Mo Yingchen recognized it at a glance.

He walked forward quickly.

Dali followed closely behind to protect him.

The little skeleton saw that his master had been thinking about day and night was tied up tightly like a dumpling.

Without saying a word, it drew out the Soul-Devouring Blood Blade.

Just a gentle wave.

“Crack—”

The sturdy chain was as fragile as tofu in front of the Soul-Devouring Blood Blade. It broke with a sound and scattered all over the ground.