Who is not a **** these days!
Without a god-level talent, inheritance, bloodline, or pet, I would be embarrassed to go out and greet people.
Demigods are also gods, so don't take beanbags as dry food, not to mention the powerful ancient demigods like the Indestructible Kuanglei, which are enough to slaughter ordinary deities with weaker divine powers.
And Zhao Xiong didn't think that the guy hiding in the coffin had god-level strength.
It may be the same as the members of the Blood Council, it is inherently sacred, and the growth rate is very high, but it has definitely not grown to that level yet.
This guy is now dead, at most a fierce level, otherwise he can easily kill people in the entire city with the spread of death energy, turning this place into a place of death, how could it be forced back by Zhao Xiong's power .
Name: The Undertaker
Race: Nether
Bloodline: unknown
Status: recovering
Skills: Gray Mist Domain, Nether Claw, Undead Transformation, ? ? ?
Combat Strength Assessment: 13300
Threat Assessment: High
Weakness Analysis: Intensive damage from lightning power.
As the insight technique took effect, it was almost indistinguishable from his judgment.
"This guy is afraid of lightning."
Seeing the weakness of the Undertaker, Zhao Xiong immediately laughed.
This guy is really fierce, and his combat power is slightly stronger than himself, but it doesn't matter if the combat power is high, as long as you are afraid of thunder and lightning, we can break it down.
"Give me the fire, I can exchange it for something." The tall figure in the coffin said.
"I need your little brother, keep them all, and I'll give them to you."
Zhao Xiong looked at the hundreds of stiff figures in the funeral procession, a little greedy.
Among the creatures that were assimilated by the Undertaker and followed the team, there were at least two or three hundred monsters of various types, many of them of the calamity level, and a few calamity-level ones. If they were all killed, they could harvest a lot of soul stones.
Hearing this, the tall figure in the coffin fell silent.
Whoosh!
After a while, a huge claw formed by turning into a real death energy protruded from the fog and grabbed towards Zhao Xiong.
The Undertaker launched an attack, with tens of meters of claws, gloomy and icy cold, causing the air temperature to drop sharply.
Boom!
Before the giant claw of death stretched out in front of Zhao Xiong, a dazzling silver thunder crashed down, containing the brilliance of heaven and earth, and landed on the giant claw.
The thunder oscillated, smashing the giant claws into pieces, and even formed a vacuum in the center where the thunder fell, and even the surrounding dead energy was vaporized and wiped away.
"Having hacked your grandson to death, and dared to sneak attack on Lao Tzu."
Zhao Xiong had been guarding against it long ago, and when one move fell, the damage caused by the power of thunder to Death Qi really deepened.
You're welcome. With a wave of the huge claws, thunder rolled and the sound of thunder fell.
Click!
One after another thick thunder fell from the sky and smashed into the gray fog. This time Zhao Xiong was really serious, and the fog could not engulf the thunder again.
The silver electric light fell into the funeral procession and exploded, almost drowning them.
Chi!
Chi!
The thunder was bombarded with unparalleled power, and a large number of mourners were instantly smashed into ashes by the violent thunder.
But no soul stone appeared.
The thunder that was bombarding indiscriminately did not stop, turned into a sea of thunder, and even tore apart the fog, forming many scorched voids.
The figure in the self-proclaimed god's coffin was naturally taken care of, silver snakes danced wildly, thunder roared loudly, and endless thunder poured into the huge pitch-black coffin.
However, after Lei Ting entered the coffin, there was no movement. It seemed that he was absorbed by the mysterious power in the coffin and did not cause any damage.
"Let's see how many dishes you can eat, so you can eat as much as you want."
Zhao Xiong didn't think so. It should be the figure in the coffin that used strength to suppress the power of thunder, not necessarily as calm as it seemed.
Just when he was about to increase his output, the fuzzy figure with huge antlers in the coffin spoke again, "God of Thunder, we will meet again later."
The voice was still calm, cold, without emotional fluctuations.
"Want to run?"
Zhao Xiong sneered, "Aren't you going to grab the fire?"
While speaking, the attack did not stop, and the thunder was still bombarding the fog.
The figure in the coffin did not respond any more, and the surrounding fog began to gradually increase, and the hole that was bombarded by the thunder was quickly filled by the spreading fog.
A cloud of gray fog came over, and the visibility in front of him became extremely low, completely shrouding the team of mourners, gradually becoming blurred, as if they were about to disappear.
"Is this a place where you can come and go whenever you want?"
Zhao Xiong saw that the Undertaker had special means to leave, so he suddenly rushed into the extremely dark fog.
As soon as he entered the realm of fog, Zhao Xiong felt a hopeless death aura around him, dead silence, gloomy, and deep-rooted icy cold.
Huhu!
Before this negative energy invaded his body, the surrounding gust of wind blew, and the raging gust of wind forced the surrounding fog to retreat.
However, the fog of the mourners is very strange. It is not an ordinary fog. It contains special power. The violent wind can only barely blow the fog, but cannot completely blow it away.
Huhu!
The wind howled, Zhao Xiong went deep into the fog, forcing the fog in front of him to retreat, forming a U-shaped area, and a humanoid creature with a goat head emerged from the fog.
It is the head of the goat who leads the mourners.
"Bring it to you."
Zhao Xiong stretched out his giant claws without hesitation and grasped the goat's head in his palm.
The fog was thicker, and the mourners didn't stop because the goat's head was caught.
Standing in the fog, Zhao Xiong stopped, and he could no longer perceive the mourner's breath around him, and the guy had already left.
With the departure of the coffin, the fog began to dissipate gradually, and the huge team of mourners also disappeared strangely, leaving only the empty and cold streets.
"You can run fast."
Zhao Xiong could only murmur, but he couldn't help it.
The head of the goat in the claws was motionless, and there was no temperature on the body, just a cold corpse.
Zhao Xiong was not surprised by this.
This thing is a puppet controlled by the figure in the coffin, just a corpse, now abandoned.
After Thunder bombarded the mourners team just now, Zhao Xiong could see that the mourners who followed the team were all corpses. The walking corpses transformed by the figures in the coffins did not even have soul stones after being killed, which was really disappointing for Xiong. , don't bother to waste any more power.
However, the goat head left behind may still be useful and can be traded.
"The Mist of Despair", a member of the Blood Council, is looking for the whereabouts of the mourners. This goat head should be interested in finding the traces of the mourners.
Moreover, Zhao Xiong found that the fog surrounding the mourner was somewhat similar to the fog of despair he saw at that time.
If it wasn't for the Mist of Despair offering a reward to the Undertaker, and the massacre didn't feel the aura of the same kind on it, Zhao Xiong would have almost thought that the Undertaker was the fourth Congressman, "The Mist of Despair".
The powers of these two originate from the origin, and there is definitely a link between them. If one of them hadn't stolen the other's power, then they might have come from the same powerful life form.