After running continuously for more than ten minutes, Zhang Rongfang suddenly slowed down and fell onto a tree branch in mid-air.

There happened to be a large gray-white spider web among the branches of the tree, which was slightly stirred by the wind.

In the middle of the spider web, there is a yellow-brown spotted spider the size of a fist, sleeping soundly on its stomach.

The spider was about to get excited when it sensed something alive approaching.

Suddenly, a big hand dropped from the sky and pinched its waist precisely.

Then he pulled it out and swung it out. The strange vibration force caused the spider to break away from the cobweb, and it was thrown far away and flew to an open space dozens of meters away.

Zhang Rongfang used the gray-white spider web to cover his face and looked through the gaps in the spider web into the forest in the distance.

Most of his body was covered by trees, and only his eyes could see through the spider webs.

In the forest in the distance, a large blanket of vegetation was smashed and looked messy.

Some aerial roots similar to banyan trees hang down, forming a barrier like a door curtain. Some of them affect the view.

The protruding tree roots were broken, the vines and flowers accompanying the tree trunks were scattered, and the reptiles and small animals crawling around did not dare to move.

A dozen trees that were not too thick were interrupted, clearing out a seemingly flat and spacious space.

At this time, more than a dozen figures, each wearing brown leather armor, were constantly surrounding a strong figure two meters tall, moving quickly and attacking together.

The figures are all holding weapons, including knives, swords, steel forks, hammers, and iron slurries. There are also people holding fishing nets made of thick ropes waiting nearby.

Suddenly Zhang Rongfang's eyes narrowed. He also saw a man holding a long musket in his hand, ready to take aim at any time.

These people come in different shapes, heights, and sizes, both male and female.

But they all have one thing in common.

That is hate.

When they looked at the man in the center, they all had tough, indescribable deep hatred.

Zhang Rongfang's eyes returned to the person in the center.

That's a spiritual connection.

He could tell with just one glance that it wasn't because of his amazing eyesight, but because the man had wounds all over his body.

There are silver filaments flowing rapidly in the wound, healing the scar.

The man's upper body was naked, and it could be seen that he was originally wearing an iron armor, but now only a few pieces of iron were left hanging around his waist.

Dang!

Suddenly, the man accidentally made a mistake and was hit hard on the back of the head with a knife by someone in the back.

Amidst the sound of metal clashing, Lingluo stumbled violently, finally unable to maintain his balance and fell forward.

Immediately, fishing nets spread out from the surrounding area to cover it.

The man who wielded the hammer flew forward and smashed the heavy hammer with all his strength.

Its double hammers fell like raindrops.

Judging from the heavy weight of his hammer and the ability to hit it at such speed, he is obviously not an ordinary master.

Zhang Rongfang watched as the Lingluo was smashed to the point of dying and died on the spot.

But this group of people showed no intention of relaxing at all. Instead, they scattered in all directions, as if waiting for the corpse to revive.

Sure enough, not long after, Lingluo slowly got up from the ground.

The second game starts again.

More than ten people repeated the siege.

This time, Lingluo seemed to be smarter. Even though he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he also severely hit two of them.

One of the two people was hit hard on the head, bleeding from all the orifices on the spot, and fell to the ground dead.

Another man's chest was smashed, and the sound of fractures spread. He knelt down and was unable to fight anymore.

The remaining people took the two away.

The rest continued to surround and kill Lingluo. Soon, they killed him again.

Zhang Rongfang frowned as he looked at the branches of the tree.

When he killed railroad men before, he didn't wait until they fully recovered before killing them.

These people were obviously extremely sad and angry towards the person who was beaten to death. Why did they have to do this?

He can't understand.

Time passed little by little.

Soon, the Lingluo died and came back to life, lived and died again. In more than an hour, it revived more than twenty times.

Each time, he was beaten to death again only after he fully recovered.

The interval between each resuscitation is about five minutes.

As for the people who were besieging them, Ling Luo used the same attack method to kill five of them.

finally.

The forest gradually became dark, and someone lit torches around them.

In the light of the fire, the protracted battle in the forest finally changed.

"Ding Hong! This is the last time!" the expert holding the fishing net shouted loudly.

During the siege, the strongest man, a middle-aged man, nodded vigorously.

"Everyone, be careful! The last time!"

Not long after.

Bang!!

Lingluo was hit hard on the back by a heavy knife on the spot and fell to the ground.

Then someone was hit on the neck with an iron paddle.

There was just a click and Lingluo died on the spot.

"retreat!!!"

Ding Hong shouted loudly.

Everyone retreated together and ran into the distance without looking back.

boom!!

In an instant, Lingluo's entire body, from head to toe, exploded like a balloon.

Countless silver threads surged out of his body and shot out in all directions.

Two people were unable to dodge, and their arms were pierced by silver threads. Their arm muscles squirmed and twisted on the spot.

The two of them howled miserably, and their bodies fell to the ground with a bang. They were breathless.

A large number of silver threads pierced the ground and flew into the air.

Zhang Rongfang was horrified and stared at these silver threads, watching them explode over twenty meters and spread out like fireworks.

After the silver line exploded, a man in the distance drew a bow and shot an arrow. With a sneer, an arrow hit Lingluo's broken body.

Zhang Rongfang noticed that the arrow body seemed to have something special embedded in it.

After the corpse was hit by an arrow, Silver Line immediately became even crazier.

But soon, after more than ten breaths, all the silver threads slowly scattered, turned black, and then turned into black ash, blown away by the wind.

Zhang Rongfang was stunned.

He never thought that there was such a terrifying and dangerous thing hidden in Lingluo's body.

At this point all the dust fell to the ground.

The group of people who had besieged Lingluo finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ding Hong, who had the fastest speed, the most skillful moves, and the greatest power, also turned pale at this time and had consumed a lot of energy.

But he still held on and commanded the others to clean up the mess and retreat quickly.

Zhang Rongfang looked from a distance and saw rows of attributes displayed on top of Ding Hong's head.

‘Ding Hong—Life 18-21.

Martial Arts: Unknown Kung Fu - Super Grade Foreign Medicine, Unknown Number of Times.

Literary Kung Fu: Unknown Kung Fu.’

Zhang Rongfang has no intention of making a direct appearance to communicate.

He came here to quietly hunt for treasure. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. It was just the sight of these people surrounding Ling Luo that attracted him.

He never thought that Lingluo could be so surrounded and killed by ordinary people.
To be continued...