"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
"Lord Modo, someone has come to our door! The brothers didn't react in time and suffered heavy losses!"
"Who are they? Are they those octopuses?"
"No, we don't know him, but he looks Asian."
"Damn it! The enemy has already come to our doorstep, and you only just realized? You don't even know who the enemy is, a bunch of useless trash... What use are you?!"
Modo was furious.
He slapped the person who was reporting to death.
He glanced at the fifteen level-six elites around him, his eyes ruthless, and said, "You will fight alongside me. I want these arrogant outsiders to know that I, Modo, am not someone to be trifled with!"
“I’ll deal with their leader. Graves, John, you two lead the other fourteen brothers to wipe out the elite of these outsiders. If they are no match for us, then send half of them to kill the ordinary members.”
"Understood, Lord Mordo."
Graves and John nodded.
After discussing it, they rushed out of the large brick house.
As soon as they stepped outside, they saw that their own men had suffered heavy casualties.
Corpses were everywhere, with countless severed limbs and broken legs; the scene was extremely gruesome.
Most importantly...
Surprisingly, several thousand people still dared not step forward to fight the enemy.
This enraged Modo. He grabbed one of the men and slapped him to death, his eyes gleaming coldly as he yelled, "You bunch of cowards, get the hell out of here! If you don't do anything, I'll kill you all right now!!"
"Yes, yes, Lord Modo."
These people are terrified.
But there was no other way; I had to bite the bullet and go for it.
Some people realized that their leader had finally made a move, so they felt that they could still win the battle and regained their courage and were no longer afraid.
Motoro glanced around.
Two Asians were spotted at the back of the crowd.
One had two black and gold battle axes on its back, while the other had nothing. Standing to the side of the former, their status was obvious.
"Graves, John, do it!!"
“I’ll deal with the one with the axe. You guys kill the one next to him. Let’s finish this quickly… These people are not easy to deal with. Ordinary members may not be able to hold out for long. Kill the one without a weapon and then support the others.”
"Yes, Lord Modo."
The anger in Modo's eyes was ignited.
After giving a brief instruction, he rushed over without any further words.
John and Graves, along with the other fourteen elites, were all level six, but the former's strength was only one step away from level seven, if a metal ring was used to amplify it.
Even among level seven, he is considered an expert.
They did not underestimate the enemy. John and Graves exchanged a glance and pressed the button on the metal ring between their eyebrows.
The spiritual link is complete.
With the rapid infusion of alien energy, their strength broke through to level seven.
A powerful aura spread out.
John launched the first attack, raising his hand and crimson flames spread out.
"Crimson flames surge to the heavens!!"
Whoosh!
A large amount of flames engulfed the area.
In the blink of an eye, they were close to Zhao Wu, who stood still in place.
The seemingly ferocious flames were blocked by an invisible barrier, spreading out to both sides without causing any damage.
"How is that possible?"
"My ultimate skill had absolutely no effect?"
John was dumbfounded.
Just as I was about to do something, I saw the other person beckon with their finger.
As he left, he felt a chill on his neck as an invisible blade of space swept past, and his head fell to the ground.
Thump!
The headless corpse fell to the ground.
Blood gushed from the severed neck, a truly gruesome scene.
Holy crap! Holy crap!
"What's going on? John was instantly killed?!"
Graves' pupils constricted, his eyes filled with utter horror.
They originally wanted to keep rushing forward, but they stood still and dared not move. You could faintly hear the tense sound of swallowing.
Let's not talk about him anymore...
Modo, who had originally vowed to take revenge.
He stopped abruptly, staring intently at Zhao Wu with apprehension: "Who exactly are you people? I have no grudge against you... Why are you so ruthless? Is there some misunderstanding?"
Zhao Wu's eyes were cold: "Zhao Wu, leader of the Dawn Society's [Death Legion]."
"You took what you shouldn't have taken. Hand over that meteorite, and I can give you a quick death."
Modo immediately understood: "I've used up all that meteorite."
"Don't be ridiculous. That meteorite is huge. Do you really think you can fool us? Either hand over the meteorite, or you die right now."
"Since we're all going to die anyway, why should I give it to you?"
"Dawn Society, is it? You really think you can bully Modo? Get him... You all work together to kill this guy first!"
With a command from Modo.
Graves dared not disobey orders and led his men to charge forward.
Even though the opponents are also level seven, there are fourteen of them. No matter how strange your attack is, do you think you can kill them all in an instant?
As long as you reveal even the slightest flaw.
That would be your death day.
Well, at least that's what Graves thinks.
However……
Things didn't go as planned.
The moment they took their first step, their supernatural abilities were activated.
"Spatial Chaos Blade!"
A voice as sharp as the Grim Reaper rang out.
Zhao Wu raised his hand and waved it, causing the space to ripple.
Fourteen spatial blades condensed and shot straight at the necks of the fourteen people. Thirteen of them did not react in time and were beheaded on the spot.
"Space? You're actually a space-type awakener?"
"Damn it! No wonder he's so freakish, block him!"
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