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Chapter Ninety-Three Blood of Inheritance

Deus' eyes showed a terrifying hideous smirk, but a grim smile appeared on his face. Just as the figure was about to rush forward, a force that could not be detected began to flow strangely from his arms, like countless blood-sucking vines wrapped around his arms, constantly absorbing blood and energy...

Deers widened his eyes and looked at his hands. The palms that were originally flashing with metallic light began to gradually dim. The skin on his hands began to age at a visible speed, and the surging blood in his body was gradually declining. At this moment, Deers only felt as if he had violated some taboo and was subjected to unpredictable punishment.

The time of breathing was originally showing strength, but the young body began to gradually degenerate...

"Ah..." Deers roared loudly, with unconcealed horror and fear in his voice. At this time, he could no longer care about anything else. His whole figure suddenly rushed out and ran behind the demons. When the figure disappeared into the Gobi Desert, it had already degenerated into a middle-aged man in his forties.

Because of the terrifying combat power of the monk, when he launched a charge, he gave the demons a heavy blow, leaving the demons at a disadvantage. However, the powerful combat power that Dyus possessed was able to stabilize the situation, accompanied by a series of battles and killings, let alone ordinary soldiers, even more than twenty monks died.

Originally, I thought that as long as I killed Xia Zuo, I could suppress the crazy rush. At that time, I would lead the soldiers behind me to launch a charge... But the fact happened completely beyond his expectations. In the end, not only did I not kill Xia Zuo, but instead he fled in panic.

With the most powerful force withdrawing, the team that had been stagnant and paused launched a charge again, and shouts and roars echoed in the space...

"Fuck these bastards to death!"

"Kill them all..."

...

The five knights seemed to have seen Xia Zuo's current situation, holding up the weapons in his hand, and with a loud voice, they immediately released their fighting spirit and led everyone's direction.

Now, three of the five knights have inspired Dou Qi. I don’t know how they trained. Compared to ordinary Dou Qi, the light of Dou Qi on their bodies is clearer and stronger. With the help of Dou Qi, traces of flowing light remain in the space, and figures swam rapidly on the battlefield, rushing to the retreating legion.

Doge carried the figure of a dwarf on his back and ran around the battlefield, constantly shuttled through the battlefield, and crashed into a team. Borut's two axes continued to rush into the battle group with Doge's collision. Doge's two heads spewed out different energy. The red light and blue light were in the space, constantly flashing, swallowing figures.

The woman's figure held a scimitar, shuttled and wandered on the battlefield like a ghost, frantically seizing life. Since entering the Knights team, the woman has become much silent. Because of this, people are increasingly ignoring her existence. But whenever she arrives on the battlefield, the entire battlefield seems to have become her stage, which is enough to attract the attention of countless people.

The monks each used their own strength and advanced skills, clasped their hard fists, constantly rushing to the soldiers and battle groups, breaking through each defense line...

The battle continued, but now Xia Zuo had no strength. His whole figure sat on the war horse. Fortunately, with Oz's protection, there would be no accident. One by one, one by one, he frantically passed by Xia Zuo and rushed to the front group. The militia carried anger and resentment, constantly chasing and killing the fleeing soldiers, venting the hatred accumulated in his heart.

Xia Zuo's figure could not move, but his figure was already standing tall, like a flag erected on the battlefield, which is a symbol and a belief!

The balance of victory began to pour out, and the speed of retreat continued to accelerate. With the acceleration of retreat, the number of deaths was increasing wildly. The corpses were originally regarded as lambs by these groups of people, but now they have become demon beasts, chasing and slaughtering...

The demons were forced to retreat seven or eight thousand meters long. After they penetrated into the valley of the secluded land, the five knights stopped chasing. At this time, tens of thousands of corpses were placed outside the Gobi Valley. With the retreat of the vanguard, the demon soldiers were severely hit. This victory was far more than a victory, but a symbol!

The battle lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon, and the knights began to reorganize and renovate, while the monks began to heal the injured militia. It was obvious that the monks were very good at treating these injuries. As the battle ended, Xia Zuoqiang held on to receive some simple treatment, and his figure directly entered the tent and entered a state of meditation.

A battle, whether it is damage to the **, mental will, or even mental power, has caused great damage, but this does not mean that Xia Zuo has the right to breathe. The curse power in his body allows him to maintain his rationality all the time, otherwise when he relaxes, the curse power will have a chance to grow.

Just in a state of half meditation and half sleepiness, Xia Zuo only felt a soft, warm light that wrapped around his body. In the hazy, he saw a figure wearing a cloak with a face hidden in a face towel standing beside him. The pain and fatigue in his body began to gradually disappear and fade away.

When Xia Zuo woke up from a semi-coma, his figure had disappeared, but judging from his outfit, the other party should be an elf, but Xia Zuo did not expect that there were still people in the team that had healing abilities.

After thinking for a while, I closed my spiritual world and restored my mental power...

As consciousness condensed into the darkness, Xia Zuo once again penetrated deep into his heart, and the drop of blood was still precipitated in the blood-red world. Xia Zuo also knew: if it weren't for this so-called inheritance, he would be unable to escape the ending of death when facing Deus. However, after receiving the help of this power, he had the opportunity to defeat this figure who was so powerful that he could not defeat.

As for the power that can make people aging, even if Xia Zuo thinks about it, he still cannot hide his surprise.

As consciousness entered the heart, Xia Zuo sensed that power again. The power that could be mobilized during the day was now blurred again. Xia Zuo thought for a while and finally understood the so-called inheritance: he could sense that mysterious power with this drop of blood, but if he wanted to control it, he needed Xia Zuo's powerful spiritual will...
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