Zhang Mu, who was playing chess with Muxue at this time, saw this strange scene and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Eighteen coffins?

Eighteen, could it be?

"It's not good to be distracted during a battle."

The tomb blood on the opposite side suddenly said something softly when Zhang Mu relaxed his mind.

Although the voice was soft, the actions of Muxue's hands were absolutely ruthless.

Just take advantage of the moment when Zhang Mu was distracted to completely break the stalemate that had just occurred.

The spiritual pressure from the tomb blood had suppressed Zhang Mu's spiritual power back to the range of his spiritual shield, which was five meters.

"How can we care about other things when we are fighting among ourselves?"

Hearing Muxue's voice, although Zhang Mu was anxious, his face did not show any emotion, but he quietly concentrated his mind.

"You can't break through my defense, and I can't do anything to you, so it's naturally meaningless. Why don't we look at other directions that can decide the outcome?"

Muxue smiled helplessly, and Zhang Mu naturally pretended to be fully focused on fighting him.

Let Zhang Mu sit and wait for death?

That's absolutely impossible!

Because Muxue was prepared just now, he was much more cautious when performing the illusion.

This time, the target of his illusion was not Muxue, for fear of being discovered by him, but rather the Blood Vine Lotus that was slowly moving underground, controlling the soil it passed by to be exactly the same as usual.

Zhang Mu was well aware of Muxue's caution, so he had to be careful. He only had one chance.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, the lids of eighteen coffins had slowly opened, and a wisp of chilly cold air came out of the coffins, lingering for a long time.

Bang!

A cold hand pressed on the edge of the coffin, attracting the attention of the crowd.

"Come, let my little plaything that I have carefully nurtured meet you, the grown-up fish that has slipped through the net."

The voice of the Tomb Blood Demon sounded again in Zhang Mu's ears, startling the latter.

A grown-up fish that slipped through the net?

Could it be that inside this coffin, there is... ?

Zhang Mu's ears were filled with the laughter of the tomb blood. He stared closely at the eighteen coffins in the distance. Having learned from the lesson last time, he calmed his mind, maintained the resistance strength of the mental shield, and continued the coverage of the illusion.

But this is a bit damaging.

It's exhausting, but the blood vine lotus is already very close to the location of the tomb blood.

Brush! Brush! Brush...

As if they were accustomed to the temperature outside the coffin, the eighteen black shadows slammed the edge of the coffin, flew up, and faced the human evolutionists at the peak of the second level.

After the cold air that enveloped them dissipated, everyone was stunned for a moment, especially the peak second-level evolvers.

"Are these the merchants from the era of Hohhot?"

No one could believe that the people who crawled out of the coffin were actually them!

Among the top human combat forces, there is no one who does not know the people in this caravan alliance.

Because they all need to rely on this huge force, especially the lone evolvers, many of their things are traded with the Epoch Caravan using crystals and beast cores.

The Caravan Alliance has close trade relations with all major forces, even with the city’s masters, the Eight Wolf Riders.

In fact, many wolf rider leaders like Xiao Nanbala had already clearly expressed their intention to join them.

It was so sudden!

No second-level peak evolver believed what he saw. The person blocking his way two meters away was the Epoch Merchant from the Caravan Alliance.

But, their attire, that look in their eyes, the black veil covering their faces.

They can’t be wrong. Anyone who has done business with them will not admit their mistake.

Is their enemy the master behind the entire caravan alliance?

What kind of giant wants to exterminate humanity?

Faced with the eighteen coffins that continued to emit cold air and the Epoch Merchants standing silently beside them, almost everyone was doubting whether humans could win this war.

This is the Caravan Alliance!

It is no exaggeration to say that the normal operation of human activities is largely maintained or controlled by them!

The city dwellers have to rely on their stable source of food for their meals.

The remaining food in the nearby ruined cities was basically looted, except for the undeveloped wilderness.

Even if a high-level evolver has the ability, he cannot eat animal meat every day.

As for growing food, there was originally hope, but now the only plant-based evolver who had some knowledge of this area, Gesang, has now died in battle.

The day when humans can grow their own food is still a long way off.

As for its

There are countless examples of people in his era habitually relying on the resources of merchants.

Weapons, potions, etc.

Before this, they could never imagine that the Epoch Merchants, who should be the backbone of humanity, would become their enemies.

"How is this possible?"

The calmness on Zhang Mu's face could no longer be suppressed.

I won’t say anything else, but Tombblood played really well this time.

He actually turned all the eighteen era agent merchants into his own corpse puppets, and kept them in these ice coffins.

"Why, does it look familiar?"

As if to stimulate Zhang Mu, Muxue issued an order, and the Epoch merchants from the eighteen caravan alliances simultaneously removed the black veils on their faces, revealing their true faces.

It’s them!

Others felt these people's faces were extremely unfamiliar, but Zhang Mu remembered them firmly in his heart.

It was those Jiyuan agents who were hanged on the branches of the giant ginseng king in that strange charity cemetery.

It was them, but Zhang Mu remembered that the Epoch Merchant Rings on their hands had all been broken, but these corpse puppets were clearly able to conduct Epoch transactions freely.

The ring is broken, but it is still possible to conduct epoch-level transactions. How is this possible?

Zhang Mu gradually adjusted his mood, looked at Muxue and said, "How dare you kill 18 Jiyuan agents?

If other Epoch merchants knew about this, would you still have a chance to survive?"

A playful smile appeared on Muxue's face.

“You are such a forgetful person. When I first met you, you were a newly resurrected human corpse who became an agent of Jiyuan.

I am qualified to be an agent of Jiyuan, so why can't my corpse be a dealer?"

"You are so confident that you can keep me here that you actually took the initiative to tell me this huge secret."

Zhang Mu was on guard. The more tomb blood was exposed, the stronger the trump card in his hand was.

"That's right, but not only you, but everyone here must stay on this grassland!"

Muxue's voice suddenly rang out again. This time, it was not only addressed to Zhang Mu, but tens of thousands of corpse puppet clones or illusions spoke together.

The same lip shape, the same tone, the same indifferent expression, makes people feel cold.

"All humans here must stay."

(End of this chapter)