Douluo's Encounter with the Demon Arrival

The Soul Emperor looked at everyone with disdain, "Just you? No matter how many people there are, it means nothing to me!"

Several tentacles stretched out from the Soul Emperor's back, waving them constantly, which was extremely frightening.

Then when faced with attacks from eight people, he counterattacked without dodging and stared directly at one of them.

I know that if I fight against eight people directly, I will never be their opponent, so I have to pick the weak ones and kill them one by one. In this way, I will not only put more pressure on the others, but also be able to kill them one by one. Give yourself the best possible recovery!

The remaining eight people have no basis for cooperation in this killing city, so it is only a matter of time before they are defeated one by one.

Sure enough, the next game showed a one-sided scene.

And when Zhang Wu saw that the Soul Emperor killed the first person directly and the others were indifferent, he knew the final result of the game. Eight people without any cooperation are not as powerful as one person.

Not to mention, these eight people still have their own hidden agendas and are always thinking about tricking others. It is normal for the whole army to be annihilated.

There was only the last person left on the field. The Soul Emperor directly ordered his tentacles to insert into this person's chest and began to absorb his blood. Suddenly, his momentum changed.

"Oh? Is this an upgrade? You are indeed an evil soul master. The upgrade speed is the envy of all soul masters!" A smile appeared on Zhang Wu's lips.

The audience was stunned for a moment, then immediately cheered happily!

In fact, in the killing fields of hell, upgrading is not that rare. For an evil soul master, as long as he becomes the last person to survive and absorbs all the nutrients from several other people, it is normal for him to break through.

There are even some people who can reach several levels as soon as they break through, but those who can break through in the battle are still very popular with the audience. After all, this is a scene that is enough to please everyone.

The Soul Emperor went down amid the cheers of everyone. If nothing else happened, the other party would probably become the dominant figure in this hell killing field.

Finally, it was Zhang Wu's turn to appear.

Following the guidance of the waiter, Zhang Wu walked into a room in the Hell Killing Fields. In front of him was a slightly luxurious room. The decoration style of course followed the style of the Hell Killing Fields as always.

Blood and chaos are always the themes of Killing City.

The room here is filled with black blood everywhere, stimulating everyone's nerves all the time, making people feel violent and irritable.

What's interesting is that there are unknown blood-red fruits placed on the table here, which look like a human heart and are still beating.

Zhang Wu was a little amused, "Is this the so-called last supper before death? After eating and drinking, can you go on your way?"

At the end of the room is a huge black iron door. Obviously, this is one of the ten doors to enter the arena!

Suddenly, the black iron door in the room slowly opened.

Zhang Wu knew that he was going to play!

But I don't plan to use the King of Time Armor. After all, there's no point in abusing vegetables! The purpose of my coming here is not only to accompany my senior sister to build a real illusion, but also to exercise my fighting ability, more specifically, my killing ability.

As for the realm of killing gods?

Zhang Wu thinks that it is better not to use that thing. It may bring some trouble to him. For example, will he be detected by that guy from Shura God?

You must know that anyone who possesses the realm of the God of Killing is almost always a candidate successor to the God of Shura, and he does not want to inherit this so-called position of the God of Shura.

As he walked out slowly, the surrounding audience kept cheering.

"Haha, a bunch of scum!" Zhang Wu looked around and thought in his mind that in the killing city, there are too many evil soul masters accumulated over the years, and the number is still increasing. These scum are living a somewhat comfortable life. Well, this place should be their hell!

He kicked off his legs and jumped onto the ring. The other nine people also walked onto the ring at the same time, each standing on their own field, carefully looking at the others and judging the gap between them and others.

When several of them saw Zhang Wu, their pupils shrank, "Damn it, isn't this the ruthless man who just started killing people at the door? Why did he and I meet?"

Zhang Wu is also carefully observing the cultivation levels of several other people. It seems that most of them are in the fifties to sixty levels, but there is one person whose cultivation level is in the seventies!

Although the other party's aura seemed a bit frivolous, it was indeed level seventy.

Zhang Wu's face had a hint of solemnity. Level seventy was different from the difference between level fifty and level sixty.

Once you reach level 70, it is a qualitative change. Level 70 will give everyone a martial soul avatar, which is a level that greatly increases a person's combat power.

However, I feel like my blood is boiling!

There was some joy on Zhang Wu's face. He was still very eager for such a powerful opponent at level 70! I don’t know, how many punches can you withstand?

The seventy-level man looked around for a week, and when he found that there was no opponent worthy of his attention, he folded his hands across his chest, closed his eyes, and waited for the game to begin.

Others naturally saw the seventy-level strong man. Although they couldn't feel how powerful the man with his eyes closed was, judging from the opponent's unconcealable momentum, I'm afraid no one here could. Beat him.

As a result, many people began to prepare secretly. Once the game started, they would immediately join up with others and attack the man with his eyes closed together.

"Clang~~~"

The game bell rang again.

Everyone took action, and the man's eyes suddenly opened and he galloped towards the nearest person.

Zhang Wu also chose to take action at this moment. Of course, his target was not that man, but other people. Only by clearing away these miscellaneous fish on the field, the final battle would be interesting!

"You, what are you going to do!" Zhang Wu's intention seemed to be discovered, and he shouted in horror. His voice also attracted the attention of others, and the Soul Saint naturally saw it.

"Oh? Interesting!" The man's mouth curved.

"Damn it, are you crazy? If you kill me, you won't be able to escape death either. Why don't we join forces and kill that man? That way, we have a chance to survive!"

Zhang Wu curled his lips.

Just when the enemy in front of him thought Zhang Wu had agreed, suddenly.

"Sorry, trash, I refuse!"

The distance that was still tens of meters suddenly shortened, and a halberd passed through the chest, pinning the enemy in front of him to the ring.