Cataclysm Bears

Who is not a god these days!

Without a god-level talent, inheritance, bloodline and pets, I am too embarrassed to go out and greet people.

A demigod is also a god, so don't use bean buns as a dry food, not to mention a powerful ancient demigod like Undying Kuanglei, who can beat ordinary and weak gods of faith.

And Zhao Xiong didn't think that this guy hiding his head and showing his tail in the coffin had god-level strength.

Like the members of the Blood Parliament, it may be born holy and have a very high growth rate, but it definitely hasn't grown to that level yet.

This guy is dying now, at most he is a murderer, otherwise he can easily kill the people in the whole city with the death energy spreading out, and turn this place into a land of death, how could he be forced back by Zhao Xiong's power .

Name: Undertaker

Race: Nether

Bloodline: Unknown

Status: recovering

Skills: Gray Fog Domain, Nether Claw, Undead Transformation, ? ? ?

Combat power evaluation: 13300

Threat Assessment: High

Weakness Analysis: The damage from lightning power is amplified.

With the insight technique taking effect, there was almost no discrepancy with his judgment.

"This guy is afraid of lightning."

Seeing The Undertaker's weakness, Zhao Xiong immediately laughed.

This guy is really fierce, and his combat power is slightly stronger than his own, but it doesn't matter if his combat power is high, as long as you are afraid of thunder and lightning, we can take a good fight. We don't have anything else, but the power of thunder is there.

"Give me the fire, you can exchange it with something." The tall figure in the coffin said.

"I need your little brother, keep them all, and I will give them to you."

Zhao Xiong stared at the hundreds of stiff figures in the funeral procession, a little greedy.

Among the creatures that were assimilated by the mourners and followed the team, there were at least two to three hundred monsters of various types, many of which were disaster-level, and there were several disaster-level ones. If they were all killed, they would get a lot of soul stones.

Hearing this, the tall figure in the coffin fell silent.

Whoosh!

A moment later, a huge claw formed by turning into real dead air protruded out of the mist, and grabbed Zhao Xiong.

The Undertaker launched an attack, his claws were tens of meters tall, gloomy and icy cold, causing the temperature of the air to drop sharply.

Rumble!

Before the giant claw of death stretched out in front of Zhao Xiong, a dazzling silver thunder crashed down, containing the power of heaven and earth, and landed on the giant claw.

The thunder shook, and immediately shattered the giant claws, even forming a vacuum in the center where the thunder fell, and even the dead energy around it was vaporized and erased.

"I'll hack you to death, you son of a bitch, and you dare to sneak up on me."

Zhao Xiong had already guarded against it, and with one move, the damage caused by the power of thunder to the dead air was indeed increased.

You're welcome, with a wave of the huge claw, the sky suddenly thundered, and the thunder shook down.

Click!

A series of thick thunderbolts fell from the sky and struck into the gray fog. This time Zhao Xiong made a real move, and the fog couldn't engulf the thunderbolts again.

Silver lightning fell into the funeral procession and exploded, nearly drowning them.

Chi!

Chi!

The thunderous bombardment revealed unrivaled power, and immediately a large number of mourners were smashed into fly ash by the violent thunder.

But no soul stone emerged.

The thunderbolts that bombarded wildly did not stop, turning into a sea of ​​thunder, tearing apart the mist, forming many scorched holes.

The figure in the self-proclaimed god's coffin was naturally taken care of, the silver snake danced, the thunder was loud, and endless thunder poured into the huge black coffin.

However, after Lei Ting entered the coffin, there was no movement. It seemed that he was absorbed by the mysterious power in the coffin and did not cause any harm.

"See how many dishes you can eat, so that you can eat as much as you want."

Zhao Xiong didn't think so. It should be that the figure in the coffin forcibly suppressed the power of thunder, which may not be as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Just as he was about to increase his output, the blurry figure with huge antlers in the coffin said again, "God of Thunder, we will meet again in the future."

The voice was still calm, cold, without emotional fluctuations.

"Want to run?"

Zhao Xiong sneered, "Don't you want to grab the kindling?"

While speaking, the attack did not stop, and the thunder was still bombarding the fog.

The figure in the coffin did not respond any more, and the surrounding fog began to gradually intensify, and the hole created by the thunder bombardment was quickly filled by the spreading fog.

A gray mist pressed over, and the visibility in front of them became extremely low, completely covering the mourners' team, gradually becoming blurred, as if they were about to disappear.

"Is this a place where you can come and go whenever you want?"

Zhao Xiong saw that the mourner had a special way to leave, so he rushed into the extremely dark fog.

As soon as he entered the area of ​​the mist, Zhao Xiong felt a kind of hopeless death, silence, gloom, and bone-deep coldness permeating his surroundings.

Hoo hoo!

Before this negative energy invaded his body, a strong wind blew up around him, and the raging wind pushed back the surrounding fog.

However, the mist of the Undertaker is very strange, it is not an ordinary mist, it contains special power, and the violent wind can only barely blow the mist, but cannot completely blow it away.

Hoo hoo!

As the wind howled, Zhao Xiong went deep into the fog, forcing the fog back in front of him, forming a U-shaped area, and a humanoid creature with a goat's head emerged from the fog.

It is the head of the goat at the head of the mourners.

"Bring it to you."

Zhao Xiong stretched out his giant claws without hesitation, and held the goat's head in his palm.

hum!

The fog was thicker, and the mourners did not stop because the goat's head was caught.

Standing in the fog, Zhao Xiong stopped. The mourner's aura could no longer be felt around him, and that guy had already left.

With the departure of the coffin, the fog began to dissipate gradually, and the huge team of mourners also disappeared strangely, leaving only the empty and cold streets.

"For you to run fast."

Zhao Xiong could only grumble, there was nothing he could do if he couldn't keep it.

The goat's head in its paws was motionless, its body didn't have the slightest warmth of a living thing, it was just a cold corpse.

Zhao Xiong was not surprised by this.

This thing is a puppet controlled by the figure in the coffin, just a corpse, now abandoned.

After the thunderbolt bombarded the mourner team just now, Zhao Xiong could see that the mourners who followed the team were all corpses, the walking corpses transformed by the figures in the coffin, and they didn't even have soul stones after being killed, which really disappointed Xiong , are too lazy to waste power.

However, the remaining goat's head might still be of some use and could be traded.

The members of the Blood Parliament "Fog of Despair" are looking for the whereabouts of the mourners. This goat head should be interested in finding traces of the mourners.

Moreover, Zhao Xiong found that the fog surrounding the mourners was somewhat similar to the breath of the fog of despair that he saw at that time.

If it wasn't for the Mist of Despair offering a reward to the Undertaker, and because Carnage didn't feel the aura from the same kind in it, Zhao Xiong would have almost thought that the Mist of Despair was the fourth councilor, "Mist of Despair".

The powers of the two come from the source, and there is definitely a bond between them. If one of them hadn't stolen the other's power, then they might have come from the same powerful life form.