This lord is very scientific.

The man's ten fingers were bloody, as if he had been tortured beyond imagination.

But his eyes were calm.

He looked at the woman who was going away, as if he felt the breath of Fulong, but it was a little strange.

So he shook his head and put Antowa and Xiao Nuomi behind him.

Then he looked at the Star-level existence.

"Go, this is Azan's territory." His hands naturally fell on both sides, his nails were completely broken, and his fingertips were bloody.

But his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Who are you? I've never heard of someone like you in Azan." The Star-level strongman landed on the ground, with a thin whip in each hand.

"It seems that you are not from the secondary plane... Very good... This way Master Lin Ke can know your identity."

The man with broken fingers looked at the Star-level with a calm face.

"Haha, is that you? Nineteenth level? You want to face me at nineteenth level?" The Star-level existence holding a whip sensed the breath of the opposite side and looked disdainful.

This is in Naseng, and there is a huge difference between each level, not to mention after level 15.

The difference between level 19 and level 20 is greater than the difference between level 1 and level 19.

"It's me." The man looked calm: "I am the follower of Master Lin Ke, [Heroic Guardian] Qingcha..."

Qingcha looked at the man, and a momentum suddenly rose from his body.

And in the process, the wall behind him suddenly trembled slightly.

The Wall of Azaan!

On this wall, there are densely engraved crooked Naseng common language.

Each brick is a person's name!

And behind these names, they represent the dead heroes!

"Heroic spirits of Azaan, protect Azaan again." The white light in Qingcha's eyes burst out, and energy burst out from him and gathered in the wall behind him.

Sensing the vague crisis, the Star-level existence no longer waited, and waved the long whip with both hands at the same time.

The long whip suddenly emitted waves, strangling Qingcha.

"Qingcha."

At this moment, a vague figure emerged from the wall bricks.

This was a man wearing Azanen's male soldier uniform. The first thing he did after coming out of the wall bricks was to call out his lover's name.

Qingcha's body trembled, but he didn't look back.

The heroic spirit didn't say much, but came to Qingcha first and turned into the armor on Qingcha's body.

The attack of the star-level existence didn't even get close, and was dispersed by Qingcha's wave of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, one after another heroic spirits walked out of the wall bricks and turned into the power of Qingcha.

Qingcha's aura rose, and thus it was raised to the level of star-level.

"After all this time, it's just a star? Haha." The star-level enemy sneered, and the double whips swung out a mysterious trajectory again, as if two big snakes rushed to bite.

Qingcha raised his right hand, and a red light rose in his palm, forming a sword, and his left hand formed a shield again.

Red, that's the color of Azanen!

"The Azan people are not afraid of fighting." Qingcha flew up with a sword and shield in hand. Behind him, there were endless heroic spirits.

Qingcha wanted to fight in close combat, but the Xinghui-level existence wielded a long whip very flexibly, firmly resisting Qingcha from a distance.

At the same time, the mysterious woman who was supposed to have gone far away just now returned at some point, with a thick wave of blood and a terrifying murderous aura, as if many lives had died under her knife.

Qingcha glanced at the mysterious woman, but was surprised to find...

"Mrs. Fulong!" Qingcha exclaimed.

The mysterious woman over there raised her head, her face was so blurred that she couldn't see her appearance at all.

But Qingcha could feel it from her breath.

"Fight the enemy." Fulong said concisely, and a voice came out of her faceless face, and then the blood wave that followed her enveloped Xinghui.

Qingcha calmed his mind and didn't care why Fulong, who was usually weak in his impression, suddenly turned into a level 16 strongman.

Now, fight the enemy well!

One by one, the Heroic Spirits leaped out from the Wall of Azann, and gradually, even the Heroic Spirits came out from the land.

They defended Azann in their lifetime, and after death, they turned into Heroic Spirits to protect Azann.

This is one of the basic abilities of [Heroic Spirit Guard], summoning Heroic Spirits to fight against foreign enemies!

"Hmph." The Star-level enemy waved a long whip, and Fulong and Qingcha could not get close within ten meters.

Qingcha saw this and pulled back, pointing to the Star-level: "Azann Judgment!"

Suddenly, the endless Heroic Spirits in his body roared out, and one by one with a determined look, they rushed towards the Star-level.

The Star-level man was startled, and the long whip shook again, and layers of ripples enveloped his body.

At this time, Fulong also threw the blade in his hand towards the head of the Star-level man.

The knife was not long or big, and it looked like a slightly longer dagger.

The short knife flew out, and it could even cut the ripples of the long whip waved by the Star-level man.

Two powerful moves came at once, but the Star-level man's face calmed down.

He threw a moldy orange from his arms, put it into his mouth and took a bite, then took out a wooden needle like a reed and spit it towards Fulong.

A drop of dark green liquid flew out from it and hit Fulong's flying short knife, and actually stopped the short knife that cut through the space.

The drop of liquid solidified in the air, neither moving forward nor backward, but the dagger remained in a stalemate for a long time before falling.

Then, the drop of dark green liquid flew towards Fulong like a wolfhound that smelled the scent of prey.

Fulong's movements were not a bit flustered. He waved at the dagger that was thrown out, and at the same time, the blood waves around him rolled out to block the drop of liquid, fighting and retreating.

On the other side, the Starlight-level man directly held two long whips in his right hand and swung them hard at the whistling Heroic Spirits: "Wind Confinement!"

A mysterious law was swayed from the whip, but those Heroic Spirits were not affected at all.

Seeing this, the Starlight-level man raised his eyebrows and was about to attack again, but he saw Qingcha pointing at him again from a distance: "Azanen Hell!"

Suddenly, sections of illusory arms stretched out from the ground and grabbed the Starlight-level man's legs.

The Starlight-level man ignored it and did not fly into the sky, but a dense magic protective shield appeared on his body.

"I'm going to leave you here for Master Lin Ke to deal with." Qingcha looked indifferent, but tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, those arms surged out more frantically and grabbed the legs of the Star-level man.

The layers of protective shields seemed illusory and could not stop those arms at all.

At the same time, the heroes also arrived, and they pounced on the Star-level man one by one and passed through him.

The body solidified a little in the process, but the man's face turned pale.

The Star-level man suddenly panicked: "This... This is not the undead! This is not a soul! My law! No..."

"I said, they are heroes, not undead." Qingcha wiped the tears of blood from his face: "They carry the breath of Azanen, how can you stop them with the means of blocking the undead?"