Ling tribe

The afternoon of the Ling tribe was lively and calm.

  The demon spirits who went out to hunt had all returned to the tribe, preparing dinner while chatting casually.

  "Zhao Rui and Dun Che have been out for a day. What happened now?" A lanky demon spirit with scales all over his body asked.

  "Shi Hu is so powerful. Can they kill Shi Hu?"

  "In case we don't succeed..."

  "You crow's mouth!" Dun Yin's big fist smashed hard on the demon spirit's head. He almost didn't smash him and directly lay on the ground.

  "You have all seen the power of the magic bow in Zhao Rui's hand. Even if Shi Hu is powerful, he will definitely not be able to resist the power of that magic bow! What's more, there is Dun Che helping him! Brat, don't say these inauspicious words! Do you understand?"

  "Understood, I understand." The demon spirit rubbed his head and grinned in pain. "Big Sister Dun Yin, don't use so much force! What if I was struck dumb by you?"

  "You are already stupid enough. No matter how stupid you are, you can't be stupid."

  The demon spirit complained, "How can you say that about me...

  The other Earthly Demon Spirits were laughing their heads off.

  Mei Tian stood on the sacrificial platform and watched this scene from afar. A smile could not help but appear on his face.

  He hoped. This happy smile. This cheerful atmosphere. To be able to stay in the Demon Spirit Tribe forever. Keep it.

  The fog outside the tribe. I don't know when it started. It became strong. In the misty fog, there was a piercing cold aura and a strong fierce aura.

  The smile on Mei Tian's face gradually stopped. He could clearly perceive the danger hidden in the mist.

  Although he did not feel as sharp as Mei Tian, he also faintly felt that something was wrong.

  They stopped talking and laughing, stared at the dense fog outside the tribe, and raised their vigilance.

  The sound of heavy footsteps became clearer and clearer in the thick fog. The murderous qi also became stronger and stronger.

  The demon spirits in the tribe involuntarily held their breaths. They felt like they were being tightly pressed by a boulder!

  Amid the heavy footsteps, an army of steel puppets, skeleton mages, Yin spirits, and countless other undead appeared from the thick fog.

  The demon spirits widened their eyes, and their faces revealed shocked looks.

  They never expected that so many undead would suddenly kill outside their tribe.

  "Undead!"

  "It's a large group of undead!"

  "Undead attack!"

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  The demonic spirits of the Demonic Spirit Tribe finally reacted after a short shock. They shouted one after another and hurriedly gathered together to put on a fighting stance.

  Mei Tian's heart sank. He pinched his finger expressionlessly and chanted an incantation.

  A dark cyan pillar of light shot out from the top of the altar, then quickly spread around, forming a dark cyan light screen that enveloped the entire Demon Spirit Tribe.

  The vanguard of the undead army slammed into the light screen as if it had crashed into a steel city wall.

  The steel puppet at the very front, wielding a heavy pike, forcefully pierced the light curtain, trying to break it down.

  However, hundreds of steel spears that had been blessed by spells stabbed hard at the dark cyan light screen, but they did not cause any damage to the light screen, not even a tremor.

  The skeleton mages in the back also joined the attack sequence, chanting spells and waving their staffs to bombard the black light balls on the light screen.

  The surface of the light screen, under the powerful attack of the skeleton mage, created circles of ripples.

  However, the whole is still motionless.

  Continuous and intensive attacks did not open the defense of the Demon Spirit Tribe.

  Tens of thousands of undead had to stop at the edge of the light screen and look at the demon spirit in the light screen, helpless.

  Dunn and the other demon spirits were originally a little flustered when they saw this army of undead that suddenly appeared.

  Now that the undead were unable to break through the defensive formation, they slowly calmed down and stopped panicking.

  "Where did all these damned undead come from?" Dunyin muttered as he looked at the undead outside the light curtain.

  "Whatever! Anyway, our defensive formation has a strong defensive ability. Even if there are twice as many undead, there is no way for them to come in," a demon spirit said carelessly.

  "That's right, although the number of these undead is large, their strength can be considered strong. However, the defensive formations of our tribe are all set up by the master himself. Even if Shi Hu comes in person, it can't be destroyed, let alone these relatively weak undead?"

  "It's not the first time that our tribe has been attacked by the undead. They can't break through the light curtain. After a while, they will naturally disperse. There's no need to pay too much attention to it."

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  After calming down, some of the other demon spirits began to be somewhat nonchalant, gradually not paying attention to the undead outside the tribe.

  In their opinion, although this undead attack was huge, it would still end up like before.

  However, Dunyin faintly felt that things might not be so simple.

  At this moment, the restless undead suddenly quieted down. Qi Qi separated to both sides and gave way to a large road. A tall warrior with a black greatsword on his shoulder and his whole body wrapped in thick silver armor, only revealing two blood-red eyes, strode over.

  The strong murderous qi condensed into a black mist that drifted through the gaps of the armor.

  All the undead deeply bent their backs and bowed their heads. They respectfully saluted this person, not daring to show any disrespect!

  The silver-helmeted warrior walked up to the light screen and did not stop. Instead, he raised the sword on his shoulder!

  Then, he suddenly shouted and swung his arms downward.

  The body of the black sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling black light, forming a fierce sword light, ruthlessly slashing on the dark cyan light screen!

  "Boom

  A deafening roar rang out, and the earth shook violently. The dark cyan light screen that enveloped the Demon Spirit Tribe class burst out like a broken bubble under the terrifying power of this black sword light!

  "The defensive formation has been breached!"

  "A defensive formation that has never been breached in hundreds of years has actually been breached by a single attack!"

  "Who is this person! How can he have such terrifying power!"

  The demonic spirits were shocked. They were forced back several steps involuntarily by the powerful momentum of this mysterious warrior!

  An ominous name, almost at the same time, appeared in their minds:

  Could it be... Could it be that he was the overlord of the Underworld Palace - the Fierce Spirit Stone Tiger!