Necromancer Doomsday Walk

97 Do you want revenge?

Wan Zhiyang strode out of the hall, followed immediately by two people, both magic warriors from the Black Mountain Chapter.

Walking to the door, the door slowly opened with a rumbling sound, revealing a mysterious figure in a black robe in front of the door.

Seeing the black robe, Wan Zhiyang's eyes suddenly burst out with intense light, as if two lasers shot out, leaving two bright traces in the somewhat dark air.

There was a strong murderous intent in the light, which was quite astonishing. The two men behind him couldn't help but feel shocked, and a sense of panic arose. They couldn't help but look at each other, and saw a flash in each other's eyes.

A look of fear.

"It seems that the leader of the group is suffering from the symptoms of an overreaction in black robe." The two people looked at each other and seemed to see what was in each other's minds.

"You are the leader of the Black Mountain Chapter. You'd better not have any murderous intentions towards me, otherwise you will be the one who dies." The man in black robes on the opposite side actually spoke first, his hoarse voice was very unpleasant and hissing.

The slight sound, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, made people suddenly tremble, and an icy chill surged into the body, as if there was a poisonous snake swimming slowly around the neck, which was extremely weird.

Wan Zhiyang's body trembled unconsciously, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. He felt that he was no match for the man in black robes in front of him.

As soon as this feeling emerged, Wan Zhiyang was suddenly startled, and immediately sneered secretly, but did not say anything. Instead, he calmed down and carefully observed the man in black robes in front of him.

Wearing a black robe, that's for sure. This is an outfit that Wan Zhiyang hates.

In addition, the aura fluctuations on this black-robed man's body are very obscure and weird, swaying erratically like a poisonous snake, as if he is hiding and waiting for the opportunity to launch a fatal blow at any time.

It's impossible to be sure, hard to guess, hard to touch and unable to see through, it's the man in black robes in front of me.

As a result, Wan Zhiyang became cautious.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Why are you looking for me?" Wan Zhiyang asked three questions in one breath.

"You are the leader of the Black Mountain Regiment. As the leader of the regiment, you will not be so rude and let the visitors stand outside the gate." The man in black robe did not answer Wan Zhiyang's question, but said gloomily.

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"Please come inside." Wan Zhiyang's eyes flickered, he stared at the man in black robe for a while, and then said in a deep voice.

The man in black robe sneered, and immediately followed Wan Zhiyang towards the hall.

"You all go out." Wan Zhiyang said to the two soldiers who were following him.

"Yes." The two magic warriors immediately exited the hall.

"Your subordinates are good and obedient." The man in black robe directly pulled up a chair and sat down, then said.

"Your Excellency, since you are already here, just tell me what you have to say directly. I don't like beating around the bush." ​​Wan Zhiyang also sat on the main seat and said, looking at the man in black with a pair of tiger eyes.

, as if to see through him.

"What's your name?" The man in black robe raised his head and faced Wan Zhiyang. Although his head was also covered by a black robe and could not be seen, Wan Zhiyang had a feeling that the man in black robe was staring at him.

This feeling is very strange.

"Wan Zhiyang." Wan Zhiyang replied, holding back his patience, because this man in black robe was really weird and he couldn't see through it at all.

"Wan Zhiyang, that's not a nice name." The man in black robe said, causing the veins on Wan Zhiyang's forehead to twitch.

"Your Excellency, you didn't come here just to ask me my name and then tell me that my name doesn't sound very nice, right?" Wan Zhiyang asked in a deep voice, holding back the anger that was about to explode.

"I've warned you once, don't have murderous intentions towards me, otherwise you will die. In my opinion, your strength is about the same as that of an ant, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

The voice of the man in black robe suddenly turned cold and extremely gloomy. Before Wan Zhiyang could speak, suddenly, a cold and extremely cold aura suddenly erupted from the man in black robe, turning into a strong and gloomy storm.

The attack rolled towards Wan Zhiyang.

In an instant, his pores exploded and goosebumps appeared all over his body. A coldness swept over his whole body. He was as stiff as falling into an ice cellar. A breath of death quietly filled his heart. Wan Zhiyang suddenly felt like he was surrounded by snakes.

Such an illusion.

Wan Zhiyang's face changed drastically, becoming pale, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated instantly, and an inexplicable fear spread in his pupils.

"snort!"

Suddenly, a gloomy cold snort sounded in his ears, like an explosion of muffled thunder, which made Wan Zhiyang feel dizzy.

But that extremely cold aura quickly receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace in an instant, as if all the feelings just now were all illusions.

But Wan Zhiyang's face was still extremely pale, as if he had lost his blood, and there was still a deep sense of fear in his pupils.

Wan Zhiyang knew that what he just felt was definitely not an illusion, but a real feeling. It was caused by the other person's breath oppressing him. The smell of death was extremely strong, as if it was still floating around him, as if it was a handful of death.

The sickle seemed to be placed on his neck, which gave Wan Zhiyang the idea that his life was not under his control, as if he could be killed at any time.

This feeling made Wan Zhiyang feel extremely uncomfortable. He didn't like this feeling very much, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Breathing heavily, like a drowning person, Wan Zhiyang's pale face gradually regained its color, and his stiff body also recovered bit by bit, as if the ice was thawing, and his blood gradually began to flow.

However, the feeling just now penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making Wan Zhiyang unable to forget it.

"Now, do you understand, in my eyes, you are just an ant, an ant that I can crush to death at any time, jie jie jie jie..." The man in black robe laughed strangely and said.

Being called an ant made him extremely unwilling to accept it, but even if he was unwilling to do so, Wan Zhiyang could not do anything about it, because the difference in power was really too big. Just a breath of the opponent's breath was enough to defeat him.

I couldn't resist and felt that I was almost dead. How to fight against such an opponent would be powerless.

"Excuse me, sir, what do you need me to do for you when you come to our group?" Wan Zhiyang considered his words and said slowly, his tone became much more respectful. This feeling was also very strange, unaccustomed and uncomfortable.

"I only want to ask you one question. Do you want to have strong power? Do you want revenge?" The man in black robe suddenly asked gloomily.