"There should be a limit for people who are stupid." Ji Hao shook his head helplessly while standing in the Jiulong Carriage and looking down at dozens of wandering tribes.

These wandering tribes were vague in the past, without food and clothing, and lacked a systematic inheritance of witchcraft. There were three or five great witch-level masters in the clan, even the more powerful tribes.

Among the dozens of wandering tribes, Ji Hao searched for his spiritual sense for a long time and only found thirteen warriors at the Witch King level, and only about 300 warriors at the Witch-level. With such weak combat power, they actually dared to gather together and attack the flood-controlling army commanded by Si Wenming!

The flood control army under Si Wenzhi's command had thousands of witch emperors, the witch kings were like clouds, the witch kings were like rain, and the weaker witches could only serve in the baggage camp. Even if a single team was drawn out from the weakest Fire Head Army, they could easily slaughter the mobs gathered by these wandering tribes.

Ji Hao didn't take any action, but used the Nine Dragon Carriage to gather a wisp of sun fire and burn the armor and weapons of these tribal warriors. They cried and shouted that they would throw away their armor and abandon all their arms.

Are these people here to die or come to be funny?

"It's a bit weak, so weak that Manman is too lazy to hit them!" Manman dazed with two lotus hammers, and watched from a distance the wandering tribe warriors who were burned with red armor and weapons yawned lazily.

"Uh, they are hungry, are they here to have a free meal?" Taisi, who was confused, suddenly woke up and stared at the soldiers of the wandering tribe curiously. He shook his head kindly and sighed: "It's not good to be hungry. We have a lot of big fish that we didn't finish yesterday. Let's share some of them?"

As soon as Taisi finished speaking, tens of millions of soldiers from the wandering tribes twitched at the same time. Their faces were twisted and raised their heads. The only thirteen witch king-level leaders burst into hysterical and painful cry at the same time, and panic-stretched out their hand to Ji Hao to call for help.

Just as he let out a cry, all the soldiers of the wandering tribe fell to the ground at the same time, and even the thirteen witch kings screamed and died on the spot. The sticky black blood spurted out from their seven orifices, and the black blood with a trace of evil spirit gushed like a spring, and their bodies were so shriveled and withered.

In just a few breaths, all the members of the wandering tribe turned into a pool of sticky black poisonous blood.

The explosion sounds of "Puff" are endless, and black blood produces a continuous explosion, and countless black blood sprays everywhere. Where the black blood covers, the rocks are dissolved, the soil is melted, and when the sand and gravel soil melts, a sharp "hissing" sound is made, and the ground is quickly corroded into a pit several feet deep.

Ji Hao looked at the terrifying scene below, which was like a blood pool hell. What a cruel method. If Ji Hao and the others had not taken the lead in appearing these wandering tribe warriors who charged forward, they would have really made them break into the camp of the water control army, how many people would this poisonous blood explosion kill?

Amid the muffled sound of "buzzing", ten floating battle forts emitted dazzling bright light, spewing out long light tails and rushed towards the camp. A terrible destructive force brewed in the floating battle fort. Obviously, as long as they broke into the camp of the water control army, it would be a shocking explosion.

Ji Hao roared angrily, and Pangu Bell gushed out, releasing chaotic auras and rolled down, wrapping up ten floating battle forts.

Countless metal puppets also spewed out dazzling flames and rushed into the camp of the water-control army. They were still stuck with a large amount of black poisonous blood, and these black poisonous blood continued to explode. Once these metal puppets broke into the camp, the losses caused would definitely be extremely considerable.

Ji Hao cursed angrily, this kind of war puppet that charges for the desperate war is really a headache.

The Nine Dragon Carriage emitted infinite golden light, and countless fists-thick fires spewed out from the Nine Dragon Carriage. Under the control of Ji Hao's huge divine consciousness, the flames penetrated the heads of these metal puppets with extremely precise accuracy, instantly damaging their core control talisman array.

The metal puppets blew out of terrible high temperatures and fell to the ground. Some metal puppets exploded violently. The dull explosion sound made the ground tremble faintly, and a large area of ​​black blood was scattered by the explosion force.

The water-controlled army camp has been completely alarmed. Countless human warriors sleeping on the ground with their hands and feet spread out, and amid the stern scolding of countless generals, the human warriors who have maintained high-intensity combat in the past few years have formed a military formation in just one breath.

The murderous military formations echoed each other from afar. Countless human warriors held weapons and roared loudly waiting for all possible enemies.

Countless green, blue and purple witch fires rushed into the sky, like stars illuminating the hundreds of miles around the camp. Tens of thousands of dragons burst into the sky with a low dragon roar, and blood-stained eyes swept around angrily.

A low voice resounded throughout the camp, and many Yinglong Dragon Kings shouted in a deep voice: "Find the enemy and tear them apart!"

Yinglongs roared loudly, flapping their huge wings and tearing open the dark clouds in the sky. The stars in the sky were twinkling, just like the real starlight turning into a gorgeous waterfall visible to the naked eye, illuminating the campsite in all colors.

Si Wenming heard the explosion sound from outside the camp, and even heard the howls of the soldiers of the wandering tribes before they died. He wanted to walk out of the camp to see what was born, but suddenly there was a roar of ghosts and wolves around him, and a thick shadow wrapped around him.

In the shadow, countless human ghosts with distorted faces and bleeding from seven orifices made a shrill scream. These ghosts were transformed by dozens of wandering tribes who had just been poisoned. They had just died tragically and turned into ghosts under the driving force of witchcraft. They were the time when the evil spirits were the most fierce and the strongest.

The terrifying evil aura emitted by tens of millions of dead souls had condensed into substance. With Si Wenming's power, he was suppressed by this fierce aura and could not breathe. Si Wenming seemed to be in a nightmare, and he could not move all over. Widths of terrible cold air continued to invade his body, frozen his internal organs, and even his thinking was frozen into ice.

A man from Yu, who was wearing a black robe with a handsome face on half of his face and a daunting face on half of his face, walked out of the black fog step by step. His broken face smiled at Si Wenming with a squeak, and slowly pulled out a dense barb from his sleeve, which was pitch black all over, shaped like a scorpion's tail.

"I am a Fan Ghost... Some people say that I am too ugly, just like a ghost. The supreme and great Ming Yue is on the top. Is it so important to pursue the eternal power of death, appearance, etc.?" Fan Ghost smiled with a sneering smile, and was so excited that he shivered all over his body. He slowly whispered to the chest of his hand and said softly: "The great hero of the human race who governs the water, hehe, I will definitely pull out your soul completely and make the most beautiful flesh and blood puppet!"
Chapter completed!