104: Zhang You will die if you see me! Lin Mo, let's see how you can fight me!
Soon.
From a distance, a series of low growls from demons could be heard.
Clearly, Zuma demons had found this place.
In this Chief Zuma's instance.
No matter where they fled, they were always operating right under Chief Zuma's nose.
One could say they were moving through Chief Zuma's Lego brick maze.
The other party was merely toying with them.
It's over.
Now the Western Heavenly Talents are going to be completely wiped out.
Dying in an alien race's instance.
"At the last moment, we humans cannot die kneeling! We must die standing!"
"Let's fight!"
Several of them steeled their hearts.
They each unleashed their skills, intending to exhaust all their energy before death.
Killing one enemy was better than none!
Boom—
However.
This kind of attack, like a blind person touching an elephant, was destined to cause little damage to the opponent.
Joan of Arc only heard the wails of her companions around her... Perhaps... they were all dying... killed by Zuma demons.
"Wuwuwu... wuwuwu..."
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At this moment, Joan of Arc felt a series of strange sounds in her ears.
It was as if someone had their mouth covered, unable to speak, only able to make muffled sounds.
"Are you dead?"
"I'm not dead, just lost an arm."
"I'm not dead either?"
"Everyone's not dead, right?"
"Everyone's not dead, so who's making that muffled sound?"
...At the same time.
The Zuma Temple instance was cut open by Himiko with a single slash.
Like a sharp scalpel, cutting open a patient's belly.
Gutted from the middle.
Moreover.
From beginning to end.
Himiko did all this with her eyes closed.
Immediately after, Dong Xiaowan scattered countless gold foil papers.
Wrapping around some Zuma statues.
Lin Mo's fierce set of actions.
Seemed to have not disturbed the instance's owner, Chief Zuma, in the slightest.
Chief Zuma sat leisurely on a massive jade throne.
The evil mist swirling around him showed no sign of disturbance, and a mocking curve played on his lips, as if proclaiming his absolute dominance.
"You're Lin Mo, the strongest human, right? I suggest you commit suicide voluntarily."
"That's the easiest way to die..."
Zuma Chief looked up at the sky.
The other party, fearing direct eye contact with him, actively retreated.
Even the baxia pulling the carriage closed its eyes, not daring to look directly at the opponent.
"Hmph!"
Even the strongest humans were nothing more than this.
Not a single person had the courage to look him in the eye; this was his confidence and domineering aura as the ruler of the Multiverse Battlefield.
"Suicide?"
Lin Mo couldn't help but chuckle.
He nudged Himiko with his elbow.
"My Lord, this kind of trash, I can cut him in half with my eyes closed, yet he speaks such boastful words."
He poked Dong Xiaowan's armpit with another finger.
Dong Xiaowan shrieked in fright, and the paper crane she had just folded fell to the ground.
She patted her chest, taking a couple of deep breaths.
"You're annoying, My Lord, this fellow is so boastful, let your servant seal his dog-mouth with gold foil. Why did you have to scare me with your finger?"
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...Two small pink fists hammered Lin Mo's chest.
Lin Mo laughed heartily.
Ji Xiaomin: "..."
No.
Did what I just say sound like farts?
You didn't listen?
As soon as you see Chief Zuma, you'll be petrified, yet you two are still so leisurely flirting.
"What King Guang of Qin said, didn't you..."
Before Ji Xiaomin could finish what she wanted to say.
Lin Mo casually summoned the Queen of Sumer and Dilireba.
He gestured casually.
The two began to cast spells.
Blood and sand rained down from the sky.
Since they couldn't see the opponent.
Then they wouldn't look... direct large-scale magical attacks.
Let the opponent fall into his sea of sand and blood corpses... A sky-filling sandstorm, wrapped in foul-smelling blood waves, crashed down.
Seeing this scene.
Ji Xiaomin frowned, licked her lips, and said to Lin Mo solemnly:
"Count me in!"
...At the same time.
Chief Zuma saw that the opponent dared not answer him.
He was smug in his heart.
Among all races, which one dared to look him in the eye?
These so-called human Heavenly Talents who came were merely rats.
He let out a sneer.
His left hand turned into a stone statue, reaching for the armrest of the throne.
In an instant, a million Zuma demons revived.
Holding crossbows of death, they aimed at Lin Mo's carriage.
"Don't think that just because your attack is high and can penetrate my instance, it's impressive."
"I! Chief Zuma! Am the true king of this Multiverse Battlefield!"
"Human! You are an ant beneath my feet!"
His Zuma demon archers continuously charged their arrows, their damage increasing exponentially.
They only waited for Chief Zuma's command to unleash a volley of arrows, piercing through the opponent's pleasure carriage.
Ropes with grappling hooks would drag him to the ground, then slowly torture and kill this human.
But!
The charging didn't end.
All Zuma demons were suddenly startled.
Because all the demons saw the blood and sand falling from the sky... "Quick, quick, shoot!"
Hundreds of thousands of arrows shot out like meteors.
Wanting to disperse the blood-sand falling from the sky.
Unfortunately.
The blood water, wrapped in the sandstorm, crashed down!
The arrows and blood-sand were like mud oxen entering the sea, their force dissipating.
Towering blood waves, corrosive to bone and marrow, poured back into the instance, and hundreds of thousands of demons were crushed into foul-smelling flesh paste before they could even scream!
"How could this be!"
Chief Zuma couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
According to his previous judgment.
The opponent had a melee summon and a ranged support class.
The one scattering gold foil paper was mainly to block vision and prevent their side from falling into petrification.
His Zuma demon archers could completely counter the opponent's gold foil paper.
As long as gold foil paper was scattered again, the arrows' force would definitely penetrate.
As for the melee one, his ability was limited to cutting open the instance just this once.
If the opponent dared to come down and attack again, wanting to deal accurate damage, he would have to open his eyes, which would lead to petrification.
If he closed his eyes, he would fall into his Zuma army and die without a burial place.
But now, this pile of vomit the opponent sent down.
It truly exceeded Chief Zuma's predictions.
It felt like someone had dropped a big one on your head.
Not only disgusting and annoying, but also so incredibly lethal!
"It seems I underestimated the opponent..."
"But Lin Mo, this is as far as you go!"
Chief Zuma sneered.
Scarlet rays burst from his eyes.
Thousands of gargoyles on the temple's dome shed their skin, rustling.
Corrupting into flying demons with spiny wings, they shrieked and dived to tear at Lin Mo's carriage... "You made your servant re-fold it again..."
Dong Xiaowan pouted, twisting and turning.
"No."
"I only scared one off you, is it really as troublesome as you say?"
"Unless you kiss one..."
Ji Xiaomin felt it was too greasy; she couldn't pretend anymore.
"No?"
"Can you two be normal? Look, the enemy is sending flying troops, if we don't defend against them, we'll all die!"
"Isn't it just a kiss!? I'll do it for you!"
"You quickly release yourPaper Crane (Underworld Paper Crane)!"