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Chapter 41 - Chapter 41

Chapter 41 The battle is about to start! ~

"Yes, that's right, it's me! I killed one of your clansmen, call the strongest of your race over here." Ye Shan turned a blind eye to the madness of this Kaimo man, and took out his hand. The ears continue to pull hatred.

Ye Shan kept provoking the leader of the invasion with all kinds of faces, hoping to call out their boss to solve it. Who knows how many people there are in this Kaimo clan, so how long will it take to wait for them to come to the door? If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't find their nest, Ye Shan would have already killed them by himself, so why do you need to slowly grind with them here? Tofu.

Thorne struggled, struggling to come out of the soil and ruthlessly clean up the man who dared to humiliate him. Unfortunately, under the huge gap in strength, Thorne's struggle seemed so weak, and he couldn't get out of the soil. break free.

"Do you want to come out? Tell me if you want to come out." Seeing the Kaimo warrior falling into a state of madness, Ye Shan said with cruel eyes, his feet loosened, and he said.

After struggling for a long time, Thorne was about to explode with anger. Feeling that the foot that had been suppressing him so much loosened its strength, it flashed into the air for a moment, and his eyes were staring at this man who dared to humiliate him like this.

"Damn you, I don't want to know anything now, I just know that I want to kill you is enough~~" Thorne's face was full of blue veins, and his facial features were hideous and hateful. His body shook, and he couldn't wait to kill him.

"Are you fighting mosquitoes with such a weak strength? Come here, where are you looking at the unicorn, I'm here." Ye Shan kept teasing the mentally ill patient who had fallen into a state of madness.

In fact, Thorne's strength is not as unbearable as Yeshan said, and it is similar to Yeshan who did not practice in the gravity room a month ago. After all, he is the leader of eight low-level Kaimo warriors. How weak can his strength be.

After being knocked down and injured several times, Thorne got up from the ground without the madness at the beginning, his mind regained clarity, he stood panting in the air, his body was full of new scars, his eyes were full of humiliation, grief.

Thorne clearly realized that he was not the opponent of the hateful man in front of him at all.

"If I could take 8 more..." Thorne's heart flashed an unwilling voice, and he looked at the people who were fighting in the distance with his eyes flickering.

Is it back to normal again? A playful smile appeared on the corner of Ye Shan's mouth.

"What, where are you looking? Are you crazy? It's me who is fighting with you." Although I don't know why the leader of Kemo looked at Cerol and the others with strange eyes , Ye Shan continued to sneer without giving face.

"Damn, I can't find a chance at all... As long as I make a move towards the natives over there, I will definitely be attacked mercilessly by this man." Thorne thought for a while, and reluctantly retracted the eyes of everyone in the distance. , opened his mouth to reveal his teeth stained with purple blood and stared at Ye Shan stubbornly.

"You are too weak. In my eyes, you are no different from a little ant. Contact your high-level officials and let the king of your Kaimo clan come over. There is no sense of achievement for a little guy like you! "Yeshan said lightly.

"Stop talking big there, you're just a little bit better than me. Just because you still want to fight our king, our king can crush you with one finger." Thorne suddenly turned into a religious frenzy, His eyes were sparkling, and he said admiringly.

Ye Shan felt irritable, and said with a cold face, "If that's the case, it's useless to keep you."

Flying up, he hit hard with every punch and kick, and Thorne was defeated steadily.

Thorne vomited purple blood, and while under attack, he slowly pulled towards the people who were fighting over there.

At this time, the state of Cerol and others was not good. Even after a month of training, the strength of the clansmen was still much worse than that of the eight Kaimo warriors. Except for Cerol and Karen, who were barely on a par with the Kaimo warriors, the other six tribesmen were far worse than the Kaimo warriors, and they were not opponents at all.

It's just that in such a short period of time, the six Phils who were caught in the hard battle suffered minor injuries. Basically, they were beaten more and attacked less. It looks like it won't take long to be defeated one by one. The remaining eight Phil clansmen on the side stared vigilantly at the six clansmen, only to rescue them when their lives were in danger.

"It's almost there... It's almost there!" Thorne gritted his teeth and supported waves of attacks, slowly approaching the six Phil Star natives who were about to be defeated.

After knocking Thorne to the ground again, Hayama frowned. "This Kaimo has been guiding himself slowly towards Cerol and others, intentionally or unintentionally. Although I don't know what he is thinking, let's get rid of him quickly!"

Thorne fell to the ground where Cerol and the others were fighting, and smashed a small round pit. Although the whole person was already beaten to the point where he was almost unbelievable, there was a glint of hope in his eyes.

"Successful, this abominable man full of muscles didn't notice my calculations. As long as I can take the opportunity to grab a Phil Star native and suck him up and recover his strength, then let these eight low-level warriors stop the abominable one. man one..."

call out! !

A series of thoughts flashed in his mind. When Thorne was about to grab a native who was very close to him, an energy beam penetrated Thorne's chest, which was already stained with purple blood...

Thorne looked down at his mouth in disbelief, a wound like a thumb. Due to the high temperature of the energy beam, there was no blood flowing out of the mouth, and it turned black.

A strong aroma of meat wafts in the wind and tangles to the nostrils...*