Watching a few people leave,

Lin Feng no longer hesitated and rushed towards the battlefield of the undead.

Not long after,

Lin Feng arrived at the outskirts of the Dead Swamp.

The battle here seemed to have just ended. There was a dead silence all around, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The black land has been dyed red with blood. Countless bodies of human cultivators lie in the pool of blood. The scene is as horrifying as the Asura Hell.

"Could something really have gone wrong? There isn't a single Protoss corpse on the ground!"

As Lin Feng walked, he carefully observed the corpses around him.

The small tower is a semi-immortal artifact, so it's normal not to care about it.

But he was a human being, a person of flesh and blood. Suddenly he saw so many human beings die tragically here, some of them almost disemboweled. It was difficult for him to calm down.

"Hehehe...There is still a survivor here."

At this moment,

A sinister laugh reached Lin Feng's ears.

But then two almost materialized undead spirits rushed towards Lin Feng as if they had smelled prey.

One dressed in black,

One was dressed in white.

"Give me your life! My dear little human..."

The two undead were very ferocious. They attacked Lin Feng from the front and back, using the Black Tiger Heart-Ripping move, as if they wanted to pierce Lin Feng's chest and take out his heart.

Lin Feng remained motionless, his strong body unharmed despite the two undead's attacks.

"Such a hard body!"

"Attack his soul!"

The two undead tried to invade Lin Feng's sea of consciousness again, but were frightened to death by the small tower inside who yelled loudly...

"Something's wrong, run!"

The two undead ghosts sensed something was wrong, became terrified, and tried to escape.

Lin Feng stretched out his big hand and easily suppressed the two men.

"Have you had enough fun?"

"I've had enough fun..."

"When you've had enough fun, go die."

Lin Feng exerted a little force, and the speaking undead in white was shattered into thin air, dying tragically on the spot. He then looked at the undead in black and asked:

"What about you? Have you had enough fun?"

“I…I…”

The undead in black looked pale and trembling, unable to utter a single word.

"Answer my question honestly... Understand?"

Lin Feng had no expression on his face.

"Okay...I will answer honestly."

The black-clad undead said in a trembling voice.

Following some inquiries,

Lin Feng finally got some information from the black-clad undead.

Just now,

The human race and the Protoss launched attacks on the Dead Swamp from two directions respectively.

And this is the battlefield controlled by the human race!

"Because the battle was so chaotic, the battlefield was divided into many small areas. We wiped out all the human cultivators in this area, leaving only two relatively strong cultivators who fled to the deeper part of the battlefield!"

The black-clad undead paused.

"Which direction did those two people escape?"

Lin Feng asked expressionlessly.

"That...over there..."

The black-clothed undead quickly pointed in a direction, and then cried and said:

"Sir, I'm just a soldier responsible for cleaning the battlefield. I don't know anything. Just treat me like a piece of shit and let me go..."

"boom!"

Lin Feng didn't waste any words and slapped the black-clothed undead into pieces.

Then he ran in the direction he pointed.

The further you go inside, the thicker the deathly aura becomes, and the more corpses there are on the ground.

In the deepest part,

One can even faintly hear the sound of battle...

Lin Feng walked and killed along the way. He didn't know how many undead he killed, but he also got a lot of useful information.

It turns out that this is the territory of the four great spiritual emperors - Huang Lingdi and Di Lingdi.

Many of the three types of strong men of the human race flew to the depths, and based on the idea of capturing the king first, they planned to get rid of the two spiritual emperors first.

As for the battlefield outside,

It was handed over to Lu Ning, Mingyue Sword God and other second-class strongmen...

Just then.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the front.

A giant golden sword suddenly rose from the sky, severing the void and shattering several mountains. However, it was finally enveloped by a wave of death, and its divine light faded, leaving no trace...

"This... is the sword from the sky of the Moon Sword God!"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and immediately ran forward.

.....

at the same time,

In a foggy and hazy space,

The Sword God Mingyue was kneeling on one knee, leaning on a bloody broken sword in his right hand, breathing heavily, and seven or eight human corpses were lying around him.

Even though these people were already dead, their bodies still shone with a faint luster and exuded a terrifying aura.

All of this proves how terrifying these people's strength were in their previous lives. At worst, they were powerful people who had overcome tribulation!

"Mingyue Sword God, are you okay?"

The ancient Buddha in monk's robes from the Taichu Holy Temple asked with difficulty.

His Buddhist robes had long been stained with blood, and his solemn face was filled with paleness. He no longer looked like a high-level monk, and looked very embarrassed!

“Huff, huff, huff~”

"These undead are so hard to kill! Even my Heavenly Sword can't completely suppress them!"

Sweat kept pouring down the forehead of Mingyue Sword God, and he spoke weakly, obviously exhausted to the extreme.

"This time, I'm afraid the two of us will perish here!"

The monk-clothed ancient Buddha sighed.

The Sword God Mingyue clenched the broken sword in his hand and remained silent.

While the two were talking,

The undead around them surged out like mountains.

The four leading undead were all wearing black robes, with bloodshot eyes, like two balls of ghost fire burning!

These four undead spirits are none other than the four great generals under Emperor Huang Ling. Their strength is unfathomable, having all reached the level of a second-class tribulation-crossing warrior...

"Stop struggling! Everyone who comes here today will die!"

One of the undead warriors said indifferently.

"There are no sword cultivators waiting to die, only sword cultivators who die in battle!"

The Sword God of the Moon snorted coldly and began to burn his life essence, intending to fight to the death!

As the Sword God, his strength is also incomparable. Now, as he fights desperately, his aura is rising steadily. Even the broken sword in his hand seems to be recast, emitting a brilliant luster, illuminating the hazy death aura.

"Even if I die, I'll find a few people to bury with me!"

The Moon Sword God roared.

His eyes gradually became firm, his spirits were high and his spirits were high, as if he had returned to his peak.

But the monk-like Buddha knew,

This is the ultimate sublimation at the cost of life essence. After this battle, the Sword God of the Moon will definitely die!

Seeing this scene,

The four generals' expressions became visibly serious, and the two balls of ghostly light in their eyes flickered violently...

"Mingyue Sword God, I'm here to help you!"

At this moment,

A cold voice was heard in the darkness.

But a strong man from Beishan Sect walked out slowly and came to the side of Mingyue Sword God and Monk-robed Ancient Buddha.

......