Everyone: Alchemist, My Item Has 100 Million Points Of Power

Now they can only eagerly wait for the adults in the clan to understand the secret of life as soon as possible and realize the desperate counterattack.

now.

In a deserted valley.

The senior leaders of the Dead Soul Clan were exploring the mysterious cave leading underground, but at this moment they kept seeing blood signals coming from the sky.

This also means that the battlefield ahead has been defeated.

"What's going on? Isn't this person from a third-level planet? Why did you lose again?" asked a man who looked a little gloomy.

"Heiman, go and deal with it. Don't embarrass the Dead Soul Clan again. I don't want to see any more distress signals." Another man said coldly.

"Yes, sir!"

At this time, a thin man left the valley and ran towards the front line.

He has an average appearance and average build, but his deep eyes sparkle with determination.

He seemed ordinary, but when he entered the forest, all the plants and trees squirmed independently as if they had souls, turning into strange monsters.

His figure shuttled quickly through the forest, as if turning into a gust of wind, passing quietly across the earth.

The plants and trees seemed to be inspired by some kind of power, and gradually gathered around him, forming a huge army of monsters.

These monsters come in different shapes, some are huge, some are small and exquisite, some are ferocious, and some have weird patterns.

He held a short staff in his hand, which was his weapon and his summoner.

He muttered a spell in a low voice, the runes on the short staff lit up, and the monsters rushed forward with him as if they had been ordered.

Soon, the man met the dead soul tribesmen who had fled back. When he saw the dead soul tribesmen who were escaping, his eyes faded with anger and he shouted sternly: "Whoever dares to take one step back will be killed without mercy."

This loud shout seemed to explode in the dead night, shocking the hearts of the people.

Every word was like a cold arrow, piercing into the hearts of those fleeing dead soul tribesmen, making them terrified.

The black and savage face is like a cold mountain peak, intimidating.

His eyes were like sharp blades, cutting through the shrinkage and cowardice in the crowd.

The dead soul tribesmen stopped retreating one after another when they saw the black and ferocious face.

They were shocked by the power of the black barbarians, and their hearts were filled with fear and awe.

0…please give me flowers…

Some people in the crowd began to whisper, but most remained silent, their eyes wandering.

"Master Heiman is here, let's fight back together!"

At this time, a shout came from the crowd.

This cry was like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, instantly illuminating the dark corners in the hearts of the dead soul tribesmen.

They saw hope and the opportunity for revenge.

"kill!"

With this shout, a violent energy burst out from the crowd.

They waved their weapons and launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

At this moment, they were no longer undead dominated by fear, but turned into a group of crazy warriors, fighting for victory.

"Humans from Level 3 planets also want to fight against our clan and kill them all!"

Emotions were running high among the crowd.

Their eyes flashed with ferocious light, wanting to vent all their anger and hatred.

With the help of Heiman and the army of monsters behind him, the confidence of this group of people increased greatly, and the gloom in their hearts after the defeat just disappeared.

five..