The sounds of killing started again.

Xiong Zhang, Zhan Bao, Tie Shan and their soldiers guarded the entrance of the ramp tightly. More than 20 soldiers brought by Xiu and Ao were killed or wounded in just a few breaths.

Zhan Bao held a spear in his hand, pierced a warrior's chest, and lifted the warrior up with a little force from his hands.

"Traitor, do you regret it?" Zhan Bao glared at the warrior and roared. His spear trembled slightly, and blood continued to flow down the spear, staining Zhan Bao's palm red.

"Regret?" The warrior held the spear tightly with both hands and grinned: "We won't regret it! We just want to live!"

"Alive?" Zhan Bao took a deep breath, his chest suddenly swelled up, and then he let out a roar of extreme grief and anger: "Are you dead now? Aren't you alive now?"

"Live longer!" The warrior stared at Zhan Bao and spoke slowly, word by word. With each word he spoke, a cloud of blood gushed out of his mouth: "Live longer, live for yourself! Hey, fine wine, beautiful women, exquisite weapons, gorgeous clothes!"

Looking at Zhan Bao with sarcasm, with the sneer of a city dweller looking at a country bumpkin, the soldier said with difficulty but firmly: "What we have enjoyed is beyond your dreams. We are the ones who have truly lived, and you are just, just existing."

"Nonsense!" Tieshan chopped off the warrior's head with a sword, and then used the same sword to force Hu Xiaotian, who was striding forward from behind, to take a step back.

Hu Xiaotian's eyes flashed, and he took another step forward. Jiao Zhua and another warrior thrust forward with spears in their hands. Hu Xiaotian let out another strange cry and suddenly retreated two or three steps.

The old bear monster who rushed up almost shoulder to shoulder with Hu Xiaotian fixed his eyes, and the sledgehammer in his hand smashed forward a few times with a whirring sound, but Zhan Bao shook off the corpse on the spear and stabbed forward three times. The old bear monster shouted "how powerful", turned his body, and let the spear leave a two-foot long and less than one centimeter deep wound on his fat buttocks, and then staggered backwards.

"Awesome, blood is seen!" The old bear monster yelled in a weird voice: "Shameless, the gun is poisonous! Children, come and help the ancestor suck out the poison!"

The old bear demon retreated more than 20 feet, sticking out its big butt and lying on the ground. The two bear demons that followed him came up with distorted faces, opened their mouths and bit the old bear demon's wound fiercely.

Hu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly fixed - you are also slacking off, but you old bear are too shameless!

Chu Tian leaned against a big rock and watched the performance of Hu Xiaotian and the old bear demon with cold eyes. He noticed that the two guys' eyes were always on Master Shu. It was obvious that Master Shu had sacrificed a big front tooth and killed the vulture demon, which really scared these two seemingly rough but actually treacherous guys.

"Old Jiu, let Xiong Zhang and the others be smarter. If these old monsters want to be lazy, let them be lazy!" Chu Tian turned his head and whispered to Old Jiu.

Old Jiu also noticed that something was wrong with Hu Xiaotian and the old bear monster. He nodded vigorously, secretly walked behind Xiong Zhang and others, and conveyed Chu Tian's words to them.

For a moment, Hu Xiaotian, with several tiger monsters, and several bear monsters under the old bear monster, stood at the entrance of the ramp, roaring and attacking one after another, but it was just a lot of noise but little action. They roared until their throats were about to break, but they failed to cause any harm to Bear Paw and the others at the entrance of the ramp.

On the contrary, these guys relied on their thick skin and flesh, and from time to time took the initiative to expose some less fatal parts of their bodies to the weapons of Xiong Zhang and others, leaving themselves covered in bruises and blood.

Hu Xiaotian and the old bear demon performed so hard that the other big demons also noticed something was going on.

They looked at each other, and each of them was shouting and killing with all their might, but they were not putting in any effort. At the entrance of the ramp, they were fighting with Xiong Zhang and the others with swords flashing and fireworks falling, but no one was seriously injured.

Shui Wuhen sat carelessly on a thick animal hide mat, squinting his eyes and trying his best to watch the battle at the entrance of the ramp.

In this blessed land, Shui Wuhen was suppressed more than a hundred times more severely than Chu Tian. Not only were his magic power and soul completely sealed, but even his physical functions were weakened to the extreme.

Hundreds of feet away, with fog blocking the view, Shui Wuhen could only vaguely see a number of figures swaying at the entrance of the ramp, but could not see clearly what was happening over there.

After fighting like this for more than a quarter of an hour, Hu Xiaotian suddenly stuck his machete into the ground with both hands and yelled to the sky: "Ah, ah, what a fast sword!"

The long sword in Xiong Zhang's hand thrust out, bringing with it a cold light that brushed past Hu Xiaotian's arm, leaving a wound on his arm that was neither shallow nor deep, but bled profusely.

Hu Xiaotian swung his arms, blood all over his face. He lowered his voice and said hastily, "Hey, we don't want to fight you to the death! Old Bian Mao has been killed by you, and we can almost explain it... How about this, if you give us another ten survivors, we will stop fighting now, how about that?"

Xiong Zhang, Zhan Bao, Tie Shan, and Old Jiu who was standing behind them were all stunned at the same time.

The monsters behind Hu Xiaotian kept charging forward and then retreating. The monsters that were roaring and shouting as if they were fighting desperately slowed down their actions and looked at this side with flickering eyes.

Jiu Lao and the others frowned. Chu Tian had already summoned up his last bit of strength and said slowly, "Why don't you hand Shui Wuhen over to us and let us chop him off with a knife? Wouldn't that make things easier for everyone?"

Hu Xiaotian's face darkened. He looked at Chu Tian and shook his head vigorously: "No, it won't work. It would be better if that guy didn't speak. Once he tells us his identity, if we don't rescue him, we will all die. It doesn't matter if we die, we have families to support."

Shaking his head vigorously, Hu Xiaotian sighed softly, "It can't be hidden, it can't be hidden. There is no other way. We can only listen to him."

Pointing at Lord Rat, Hu Xiaotian said straightforwardly: "This rat is too weird. Old Bianmao was killed by it with one blow. We are afraid of death, so we don't want to fight you. But we have no choice. If we fight you, only we will die. If we don't listen to him, our whole family will die, so..."

The old bear demon twisted his fat body and walked up: "So, everyone, just give us a hard time, okay? Leave us a few alive and we'll say we couldn't stop you and you rushed into the jungle and escaped, how about that?"

Chu Tian looked at this group of monsters and shook his head slightly.

He winked at Rat Master, who squeaked helplessly. He suddenly jumped up, jumping more than ten feet high. A white light flashed from his mouth, and a large front tooth shot out, instantly cutting through the void and piercing Shui Wuhen's right chest.

A stream of blood spurted out from Shui Wuhen's chest. Shui Wuhen howled miserably and screamed in panic.

"Retreat, retreat, damn it, retreat!"