C137 Lightning strikes on the moors
C137 Lightning strikes on the moors
After observing for a while, Jia Ren saw that the sun was shining brightly, there were not even any clouds in the sky, and felt that it was the right opportunity to cross the Thunderbolt Wasteland, thus he asked Wu Hao a probing question.
Wu Hao did not speak, his black dazzle flashed past his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the seemingly boundless wasteland. After a long while, he finally answered Jia Ren: "I do not think that it is a clear sky!"
"What do you mean? Brother Wu, could it be that you've noticed something? " Hearing that, Jia Ren's entire body shook, and his gaze immediately converged on Wu Hao's face.
In the past few days, Wu Hao's performance was truly a bit too monstrous, which resulted in him having an incomparable amount of trust in Wu Hao, and also having an incomparable amount of trust in the things Wu Hao said.
"This is an invisible whirlpool …" Wu Hao replied indifferently.
Just now, he had used the spying ability to sweep his eyes across the entire Thunderbolt Wasteland, only to discover that there was an invisible whirlpool that covered the entire Thunderbolt Wasteland.
This whirlpool was a strange sort of energy; it was able to condense thunder clouds and produce lightning at any time.
"What do you mean by an invisible whirlpool?" When Jia Ren heard this new phrase, he was immediately surprised.
However, Wu Hao did not explain any further.
"Let's go, it's not a blessing, it's a curse!"
"Ugh …"
Very quickly, a group of dozens of Barbarian rode like a small mountain and flew across the Thunderbolt Wasteland.
Not long after they left, a group of black-clothed people lined up in a straight line. They appeared where they were originally standing, and they watched as their figures disappeared into the distance.
The one leading the group, was Jia Yi's master.
When it came to this person, one had no choice but to talk about his origins.
This man, codenamed Leng Feng, was originally an assassin.
After getting tired of killing in the martial world, he wanted to find a home. However, the world was always cruel. It was not so easy to find a place to live in peace.
He wanted to be someone with power and status in the An clan, someone who enjoyed all the glory and wealth. Thus, he set his eyes on the Mercenary Union, wanting to secretly control it and use it for his own purposes.
Thus, he took a fancy to Jia Yi's viciousness.
Thus, he accepted him as a disciple and went back to his old ways. He created a group of Death Soldiers for Jia Yi to use.
Right now, Jia Yi's plan was going to succeed. He was about to be able to secretly control the with a lot of power, thus he anxiously brought his men over, and tried to eliminate Jia Ren and the rest.
At the moment, they were already staring at Jia Yi and the rest, even if they did not see the scene of the Thunderbolt Wasteland, they did not plan to let Jia Ren and the rest leave the Thunderbolt Wasteland.
They had already set up an inescapable trap, and now that Jia Ren and the others were trapped inside, they were waiting for the right time to do so.
"Everyone, listen up! This old man wants them dead!" "You know what to do …"
Leng Feng's face immediately darkened, he turned to look at the warriors behind him, his body suddenly erupting with killing intent.
All the Death Soldiers were expressionless. Facing the burst of killing intent coming from him, not a single ripple appeared in their hearts. However, as they stared at Jia Ren's group who were about to disappear from their sight, killing intent flashed past their eyes.
The next moment.
A evil ghost scimitar appeared in their hands that was flickering with a cold light, and with a neat movement, they rushed out with extremely light footsteps, their speed was extremely fast.
Witnessing this scene, a demonic smile gradually surfaced on Leng Feng's face.
"Heh, for a person that I, Leng Feng, have set my eyes on, no matter who you are, you will still die!"