Rebirth of Wild Fire

Inside the Red Mist Temple.

The number of red murlocs that attack and kill creatures of all races is fully fifty thousand. They are immortal creatures, and anyone bitten by them will definitely die.

There were tens of thousands of creatures of various races rushing in through the eight gates of the temple, but only less than 30,000 were killed by these red murlocs.

Those who are not at the spirit level or above will definitely die if they are targeted. Even the third-level demon level powerhouses that Lu Yang was afraid of when he saw them before are vulnerable to these murlocs.

"The fish-man is here, run."

"I thought the battle inside the temple would be easier. Damn the fishmen. I would rather die fighting outside than die cowardly in their hands."

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Countless creatures of all races rushed in, some decided to escape from the temple because they couldn't bear it, and some wanted to hide unwillingly, but there was water everywhere in the temple, so where could they hide.

A group of third-level orcs were blocked in a room by hundreds of murlocs. Faced with the umbrella-shaped surroundings of these murlocs, one of the third-level orcs couldn't bear the anger in his heart and swung two warhammers in his hand with precision. Hit a fishman.

"Buzz~!"

A strange sound came, and the fishman's body was smashed into pieces and melted into the red blood. But as soon as the orc showed a proud expression, the crushed fishman grew out of the red blood again.

"How could this happen?" The third-level orc showed an expression of disbelief.

"How about using flames? Burn them to death?" A third-level orc next to him said excitedly.

"It's useless. I tested it. No matter it's fire, frost, thunder, cold wind or earth spells, they have no effect on them. Let's all run for our lives in a while." An older third-level strongman in the orc tribe The reporter said.

All the orcs showed pessimistic expressions. There were only a few hundred of them in total, and there were 500 murlocs in the water. They couldn't escape at all.

The fish people are still approaching.

10 m

9 meters

8 meters

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Just when these fishmen were only 2 meters away from the third-order orcs and were about to launch an attack, suddenly, the bodies of these fishmen became stiff. The next second, the fishmen turned around and swam outside, heading straight to the southwest of the temple. passed.

Not only these five hundred murlocs, but murlocs from various rooms along the way swam out to join the team, gradually forming a murloc army of more than ten thousand people.

The strong men of all races in the temple who were lucky enough to survive all looked confused and looked toward the southwest of the temple. Unfortunately, no one dared to follow them to see what happened there.

The other side.

In the southwest corner of the temple, Lu Yang was hiding in the water, peeking at the fighting in the room. Three hundred spirit-level strongmen surrounded and killed a multi-armed clan lord. At this time, one hundred spirit-level strongmen were seriously injured. , but similarly, the multi-armed clan lord also paid the price of two arms.

Three lord-level powerhouses besieged a ghost king. One was seriously injured, one was slightly injured, and the third one was not injured but was still struggling to hold on.

"Even a mere lord wants to kill a king." Ghost King Fei released green mist from his body in mid-air, wrapping his body. No one knew what his condition was like. They could only hear his voice and see The light from his eyes.

"Stop bragging. I know you are seriously injured. If the fight continues, you will definitely be unable to hold on." The leader of the dragon beast clan said mockingly. He was the one who struggled to support himself. With his body, he was no less than Lu Yang's demigod armor blocked most of the Ghost King's physical attacks.

"That's right, how long can you hold on? We are all a race of gods. Do you really think we are that easy to kill? Now we are three against one. You are a waste who has just been promoted to the king level and does not have the king level killing skills. They should all be used up." The lord of the Shenxu tribe said sarcastically, he was hurt by emotion.

"If you want me to die, the worst I can do is hold you back." The Ghostface Lord coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was the most seriously injured.

"Then give it a try." The Ghost King's voice was filled with anger, and the green mist surrounding his body suddenly became thicker.

The three lords quickly made defensive postures, but just when they thought the Ghost King was about to release his ultimate move, suddenly, the Ghost King's body drifted sideways to the side of the multi-armed clan lord, facing more than three hundred spirit-level powerful men. Or, he suddenly let out a scream and his body spun wildly.

"Necrotic Black Light"

With the Ghost King as the center, countless green light balls with the light of skulls shot towards these more than 300 spirit-level powerhouses.

"What's happening, run quickly, don't block, you can't stop this move." The Ghostfaced Man Lord covered his chest and yelled crazily.

More than three hundred spirit-level experts did not react. They had already raised their weapons to block, but in the next second, these green skull-headed light balls passed through their weapons and armor and hit their souls.

"Ouch~!"

The souls of more than three hundred spirit-level experts flew out of the body in an instant, and their bodies fell into the red blood pool as if they had lost their strength. As the water entered the body, they turned into fly ash and disappeared.

The red mist with huge energy floated into the air, and the Ghost King greedily absorbed the mist. Just as the dragon orc lord said just now, the Ghost King was at the end of its crossbow.

He was a newly promoted king-level powerhouse. He only had a higher level and possessed a soul, but this did not mean that he had learned the king-level spells.

In the absence of Lu Yang's personal teachings from the Blazing Demon God, even a king-level expert from a god-like race would need years and months to learn a king-level spell. Therefore, he just talked to the three lords The spells used in battle are still the spells learned at the lord level.

This resulted in him not having an advantage in all aspects of the battle except for the dominance of magic power in his body. Not to mention that he seriously injured the Lord of the Ghostface Man, lightly injured the Godbeard Tribe, and he himself was hammered into pieces by the Dragon Orc Lord. Seriously injured.