When Meng Chao dwarfed himself and walked through two stone pillars that were tilted opposite each other and supported each other, turning into a doorway.

The two chain blades were like his two tails. They naturally flicked upward and broke the balance of the two stone pillars.

The stone pillar collapsed for the second time, kicking up a large amount of smoke and dust. The gravel and dust were affected by the psychic ripples and turned into hot magma, which splashed towards the five origin warriors.

The five origin warriors were not afraid, they still broke through the magma like five sharp arrows and persevered.

But they didn't expect that hiding behind the magma was not only Meng Chao, but also Ice Storm.

From the very beginning, Meng Chao's blazing battle flames were like dazzling fireworks, attracting all the attention of the Origin Warrior.

Ice Storm has been controlling her breathing, heartbeat and even body temperature to the limit, and her existence has not been discovered by the Origin Warrior.

It was only at this moment that the ace gladiator, who had upgraded the totem armor "Mithril Ripper" to the "Platinum Ripper", unleashed the power of the totem deep in his blood to its limit in just a short moment, facing the five

An origin warrior sprays out a large cloud of ice mist close to absolute zero.

Just listen to a sharp and harsh "chichichichi" sound.

The thick and sticky magma on the five origin warriors suddenly froze.

It turned into a rock shell as hard as iron.

It was as if they were possessed by petrification magic and turned into five black and gray statues.

He fell hard to the ground from mid-air.

He didn't even have time to express his astonishment, and his deformed and distorted facial features still maintained their sinister lines.

Even liquid-like metal substances can theoretically change their internal structure and external form at will.

The violent reaction that instantly dropped from a high temperature of thousands of degrees to a hundred degrees below zero also caused them to temporarily lose most of their activity. They could only make a desperate "hissing" sound under the stone shell, struggling and convulsing in vain.

Meng Chao emerged from the depths of the smoke, breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his thumb at the ice storm.

That's right, from the very beginning, he never thought about having to fight to the death with five origin warriors.

Although he has full firepower and Ice Storm equipped with the "Platinum Ripper", he may not be afraid of these five origin warriors who have transformed from the elite of the Bone Camp.

But the two sides are locked in a bitter fight, which will inevitably waste a lot of time.

If the Ancient Dream Saint is really assassinated by the other four origin warriors, even if they kill all five origin warriors and peel off and devour the completely out-of-control totem armor fragments from their bodies, I am afraid that it will not be able to change the fate of the Great Horn Legion being annihilated.

The big picture.

Therefore, the moment Meng Chao turned around and ran away, he communicated with Ice Storm through eye contact and confirmed the tactics they had used in the Blood Skull Temple to deal with the origin warriors transformed by the legendary gladiator "249".

The five origin warriors in front of me are not legendary strong men like "Two Four Nine".

The stone shell formed by the instant solidification of magma, even if it cannot cause fatal damage to them, can at least trap them for a longer period of time.

Sure enough, although there were constant sounds of "clicking, clicking, clicking" rocks breaking inside the five strange-shaped "rock statues", cracks as fine as spider webs also spread on the surface of the stone shells.

But the spread was not too fast, and it would still take at least half a minute before the five origin warriors escaped.

For masters like Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

A full half minute was enough for them to brush their teeth, wash their faces, take a hot shower and have a rich breakfast.

The two did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

For fear of breaking the stone shell with his own power, he would release the five origin warriors early.

They looked at each other, and their figures gradually changed from clear to blurry, disappearing into the depths of the smoke.

The two people went around and around until they found several stone pillars that had collapsed in the shape of a "well" in the middle of the ruins. They used the smoke and dust to hide themselves perfectly, and converged the life magnetic field to the limit, just like the collapsed and broken stone pillars and stalagmites that can be seen everywhere here.

The good news is that even if the five origin warriors regain their ability to move, it will be impossible to find them for a while.

The bad news is that they also lost their lock on the remaining four Origin Warriors.

I just felt that the surroundings were surrounded by flames, smoke, mist, and after the unsaturated reaction of the crystal, it turned into wisps of something that was both cotton wool and gelatin, floating in the air.

The continuous collapse of stone pillars completely changed the structure of the entire stone forest.

They were not even sure where the Saint of Ancient Dreams was.

Only the screams, roars and screams of the elite of the White Bone Battalion could be heard from deep within the confusing smoke.

Meng Chao closed his eyes, his ears were trembling, and there were blue veins protruding from his temples on both sides.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

"Within half a minute...that is, between five breaths, there were a total of twenty-one different screams.

"Fifteen of the screams only lasted for a blink of an eye, and then stopped abruptly at the most tragic moment.

"This is not an ordinary cannibalism, nor is it an attack by wargs.

"Whether the elites of the Bone Camp are killing each other frantically, or they are brutally killed by wargs, death will not come instantly. They will often fight fiercely for a long time, and the screams will continue.

"This is a master that even the elite of the White Bone Battalion cannot resist. With an overwhelming posture, he penetrated the entire defense line and killed twenty-one of the most ferocious rat warriors in an instant as if he were in an uninhabited land!"

The two of them locked their eyes on the southwest part of the stone forest.

That was the place where the screams were the loudest.

However, as they sneaked all the way past, the screams had subsided.

There was only the extremely strong smell of blood, blooming slowly like an invisible demonic flower from the outside world.

From the wreckage scattered among the shattered ruins, it can be seen that a moment ago, this place was indeed the command center of the entire Great Horn Legion, the camp of the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

Meng Chao found a huge sand table.

Although it has been torn into pieces, bumpy and bumpy after being stepped on, and stained with blood.

But it is indeed something that can only be used in the camp of the commander-in-chief of the army.

There is also a fragment of a skull statue of the horned rat god that is as warm as jade, crystal clear, and faintly exuding milky white light.

It is also something that can only be held by high-ranking priests or high-ranking commanders.

Unfortunately, the owners of these things were all turned into mangled, bloody, and mutilated corpses strewn all over the ground.

The corners of Meng Chao's eyes twitched, and his eyes seemed to turn into two laser beams visible to the naked eye, which quickly divided the entire area stained with the smell of blood into hundreds of grids.

He searched grid after grid, his heartbeat getting more and more intense, fearing that in a certain grid, he would find the head of the Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams with an expression of astonishment or despair.

Fortunately, after carefully searching all the corpses, no trace of the Ancient Dream Saint was found.

Instead, on several stone pillars at the edge of the battlefield, a large number of traces of swords and swords whizzing by were found.

There are still a lot of clear footprints on the ground.

Even the branches of the five toes are clearly printed.

It was obvious that a master was stomping on the ground hard, blasting out a powerful force.

Meng Chao closed his eyes and used the battlefield information he had just collected to reconstruct the actual scene of the fierce battle in his mind.

It was as if I saw four assassins who were deformed and mutated, resembling humanoid totem beasts, rushing into the camp of the Saint of Ancient Dreams in a whirlwind.

After being reminded by herself, the Ancient Dream Saint would naturally no longer believe in the so-called "Great Horned Rat God" wholeheartedly. She had already deployed a large number of trusted guards inside and outside the camp.

It's a pity that these close guards are most indoctrinated by her in dreams.

At this moment, I was most deeply invaded by nightmares.

Coupled with the four origin warriors, it is really fierce.

The elites of the White Bone Battalion who were still sober were no match for them at all.

They opened the giant blade, which was more than four or five meters in length, like the forelimbs of a mantis, and tore it into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.

He could only cast his fragmented flesh and blood into stumbling blocks as hard as iron, holding back the four origin warriors and buying time for the Ancient Dream Saint to break through.

Judging from the messy footprints extending all the way to the southwest, the Saint of Ancient Dreams should have escaped without any danger.

But there will definitely not be too many elites from the White Bone Battalion following her.

But the four origin warriors were still following behind, vowing to drive them all away.

The problem is, no more screams came from the depths of the fog ahead.

It was like a giant abyssal beast lurking in the mist, opening its bloody mouth and swallowing the entire group of Saints of Ancient Dreams, as well as the four origin warriors.

It seems that the Ancient Dream Saint and her group have learned wisely.

Knowing that he is no match for the Origin Samurai.

We can only try our best to hide our whereabouts and noises, hoping to hold on until the dust settles, the team restores order, and rushes to the rescue.

They probably wouldn't have thought of it at this moment.

When the sun today moves to the center of the sky.
Chapter completed!