Fog Survival

Chapter 822 Witch 껣Sacred Object

But it was still hard for him to imagine that with so many combat forces invested in the frontal battlefield, what kind of force would invade the rear and attack the camp? !

It is even more difficult to understand at this time, Qi Yuan can't solve the other party.

He clearly knew that the Lion King was by Qi Yuan's side, protecting him at all times.

If there is an enemy that even the Lion King cannot defeat, then things... will be in trouble.

But in front of him, the sudden burst of powerful energy fluctuations seemed to indicate that his guess was gradually coming true.

He took out the communication spirit pattern and the "Mist Survival Manual" again and continued to send messages to the rear, but never received a response from Qi Yuan.

"Old Qin, the battle here is almost over. You take the Bear King back first. Something happened in Qi Yuan."

Qin Zhenjun looked at the place where the energy exploded, filled with worry.

"Okay, then I'll go over first, and you can watch here first."

Qin Zhenjun called back to the Bear King, and before the battle began, Qi Yuan temporarily handed over control of the totem to Qin Zhenjun and Yang Zhenghe in advance.

The Bear King also has his own wisdom and is not a stiff puppet, so he is very obedient and clings to Qin Zhenjun's hand.

Today's frontal battlefield, the situation has become more and more tragic, and the number of dead Perfect Levels is also increasing, turning it into a meat grinder.

But what is more reassuring is that although the five-person alliance has suffered a lot, it is still in the upper hand and is sure to win in the end.

On the opposite side, all eight of the old village chiefs were wiped out. As the lowest-level personnel, Zhang Wei was left on this land in the most humiliating way, chopping up melons and vegetables.

The ferocious beasts left by Campos and Acleutis were surrounded by everyone, and two of them died, while the remaining ones were seriously injured.

The situation of the people in the Small World tribe is relatively good. Qin Yan coordinates the overall situation and helps and supports each other, so there are relatively few casualties.

There were only three of them, but they were accidentally killed by the guardian giant tree and the bear king.

As for other battle situations, most of them are collisions of strengths. Because the strength is not much different, the casualties are relatively few.

As for the five-person alliance, in addition to the ancient warrior puppet who died first, three more perfect-level creatures died later.

There are a stone statue, a golden crow war ant and a hurricane puppet in the early stage of perfect level.

It is indeed a pity that the stone statue was destroyed, and it is completely unrecoverable.

The puppet can still barely be repaired. Even if it cannot be repaired, it can still decompose a lot of useful resources.

Not to mention the totem, after returning to the totem pillar, after a period of cultivation, it can be repaired again.

Therefore, Qin Zhenjun can safely take King Xiong away.

However, perhaps even Qin Zhenjun and Yang Zhenghe could not imagine the serious situation Qi Yuan was facing at this moment.

Even if there is no space blockade, it will be difficult to solve the current predicament with the support of perfect level combat power.

A blow that took a lot of effort and all his strength, and almost unleashed all of Qin Yi's power, but the effect was also very significant.

The Lion King, who faced all the attacks, was unable to withstand such a powerful force. Under the intense high temperature, he was instantly shattered into pieces.

When I saw the battlefield again, there was only a huge crater left, and there was no sound except the surrounding dark rocks burned by the flames.

The Lion King... was defeated!

The strongest combat power of the five-person alliance has surpassed the peak of perfection and reached a half-step extraordinary existence. Finally, it was unable to withstand the siege.

Qi Yuan's pupils dilated slightly, and he felt suffocated, and his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

Zhang Wei and Irene, who were fighting, couldn't help but pause in the movements of their hands. A bad premonition surged in their hearts, and they felt a sense of despair coming over them.

In order to stabilize the situation, 녤뀪 could usher in a turn for the better, but unfortunately...it backfired!

They want to stabilize the situation and wait for a miracle to happen.

But this group of powerful tribesmen also wanted to quickly break the deadlock and end the battle.

It's just that they have a deeper foundation and more means. In the end, they relied on top-notch disposable props to completely secure the victory.

At this point, the two of them looked at each other and understood that nothing could be done, and had no intention of continuing the fight.

After instantly repelling the opponent, he quickly returned to Qi Yuan's side.

"Boss, we..."

Qi Yuan's face was gloomy and he didn't speak. He just looked at the battle situation in front of him silently, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.

Campos took back the sword in his hand, with a trace of sadness and melancholy in his eyes: "Qi Yuan, do you have any other methods?"

Not far away, seven old men, led by Kong Lao, slowly gathered over and looked at Qi Yuan with an indifferent expression.

Kong Lao only asked lightly: "Have you ever regretted taking our sacred objects?"

Qi Yuan raised his eyebrows and felt a little puzzled: "Holy object?"

"Hmph, what are you pretending to be? Take away the sacred objects left by our ancestors, and I can feel that breath on your body! You'd better be more honest." Qin Yi's fist emitted a faint flame, slightly Said threateningly.

Qi Yuan was stunned, thought for a moment, and immediately figured out the whole story.

What I took from the eighth-level shelter can be regarded as a sacred object, and if I still have a similar aura on my body, then I have something.

녤Source Altar! Books of witchcraft!

"I see……"

Qi Yuan smiled bitterly, he should have thought that the small world tribe was hostile to him for no reason, and it must be related to this aspect.

The only unexpected thing is that the other party did not negotiate with me, nor did they mention it to me. Instead, they directly identified me as an enemy and united everyone to attack me.

Their determination was strong, beyond imagination!

Perhaps in their minds, no one would hand over a holy object of that level, so they simply did not intend to let Qi Yuan take it out himself.

They had to come and rob it themselves!

Perhaps it was not wrong. Even if they wanted it, Qi Yuan would probably not give it back to them.

But at this point, Qi Yuan still smiled bitterly and said, "What you are talking about should be an altar, right?"

The faces of the elders changed slightly, and a hint of excitement appeared in the depths of their eyes: "Sure enough, it's here! Hurry up and take it out."

Qi Yuan was a little helpless, looking at the old man in front of him, and asked: "If I show it to you, will you let me go?"

Without waiting for them to speak, Achilles, who was standing aside, sneered and took the initiative to speak.

"Qi Yuan, you are also considered a hegemon of one side. Don't you think it's a bit ridiculous to say such a thing?"

"Do you have to fight to the death and completely destroy one side?" Qi Yuan asked again.

Kemps, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth and said quietly: "If you are easily defeated, maybe I can really let you go, but now..."

Kemps didn't say anything else, and Qi Yuan also understood what he was going to say.

If Qi Yuan was weak and not a threat to everyone, then I would let him go.

But today, Qi Yuan resisted the siege of everyone and pushed the war to this extent. How can I let you go without worry?