19 Life and Death Are on the Line!

A thunder-like sound fell from the sky.

Everyone raised their heads to look, but they were too horrified to say anything.

Space was like a sponge, being twisted into a ball.

A black hole that was more than ten meters high appeared.

In the black hole, blue lightning bolts were floating.

A faintly discernible powerful aura poured out from it.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breaths.

This kind of aura was like the devil from the depths of Hell.

It was filled with death, evil and terror.

Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled and a strange black gas was seen.

Bruce was very satisfied with the survivors' reactions.

This was the effect he wanted, a kind of terror that could make people immobilize with fear and not able to revolt against him.

He wanted to use his strongest method.

This was to finish off all the survivors as soon as possible.

He could no longer bear the feeling of being entangled with this kind of "ants".

He wanted to kill, he wanted to carry out a crazy massacre!

Only in this way could he vent out all his anger.

"Undead knight, come out!"

Bruce opened his arms wide and called out loudly.

"Ta ta ta!"

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard.

A horse wearing blue iron armour slowly trotted out of the black hole.

On the horse's back was a fellow wearing a dark blue robe and holding a scythe that was several meters long.

The face under the hat was pitch black, only revealing two red cold lights.

It was a face without facial features, without any expression.

No one could tell what kind of face it was as if no one had ever seen a real evil spirit.

And this seemed to be the true appearance of the evil spirit.

Bruce said angrily to Feng Buhuo and Little Fatty, "Have you seen real fear?"

"There's no need to rush, I'll let you know one by one."

"Well, let's start with you, Little Fatty. Let's use your blood as a sacrifice to the blade for the undead knight!"

Little Fatty felt his heart stop.

A deep sense of powerlessness instantly enveloped him.

A tall shadow suddenly appeared behind the undead knight who was standing in the air.

The shadow holding the scythe suddenly fell, and a cold blue light cut through the air.

In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Little Fatty.

From the moment the undead knight appeared, Little Fatty had been watching his every move.

Therefore, as soon as Bruce said that, Little Fatty secretly gathered all the strength in his body.

When the undead knight lashed out, an earth wall that was several meters thick instantly formed in front of Little Fatty.

However, he still didn't expect the outcome.

Even though he was extremely cautious, the difference in strength was so great that no matter what preparations he made, he still couldn't counter the attack.

"Bang!"

The extremely thick earth wall was cut in half like beancurd.

Following that, cracks spread out like a spider web.

A light breeze blew past and the wall instantly broke down into pieces of mud and collapsed.

Little Fatty knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Little Fatty!"

The people from the survivor base were all nervous when they saw Little Fatty being defeated in one strike.

Many survivors rushed towards little fatty.

They were also shocked by the strength of the undead knight.

At this moment, they were truly in despair.

They no longer dared to continue fighting.

They only wanted to carry Little Fatty away and quickly escape.

As for what would happen in the end, they couldn't care about it now.

They only wanted to run!

"Hmph, a bunch of ants!"

Bruce looked at the survivors swarming over with contempt.

To him, there was no difference between an ant and a group of ants.

They were all trash that could be eliminated with a flip of his hand.

"Whoosh."

A bright blade light slashed out.

All the survivors who were rushing up immediately widened their eyes. Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

They immediately turned around to flee, but it was already too late.

The blade light instantly passed through them.

When the blade light was gone, they slowly lowered their heads.

Only then did they realize that the lower half of their bodies were missing.

Blood gushed out profusely.

Then, their consciousness gradually blurred.

Finally, they completely closed their eyes.

"Haha, I've finally caught you!"

Abraham was holding Leng Hanyan's neck, his face revealed a sinister smile.

"Cough! Cough!" Leng Hanyan was powerless to break free from Abraham's hand.

Her face was pale and she couldn't stop coughing.

The scene just now had distracted her for a moment and provided the opportunity for Abraham to locate and capture her.

"Hanyan!"

Feng Buhuo was filled with anxiety.

There weren't many survivors left now.

Little Fatty was heavily injured and Leng Hanyan was captured by Abraham.

What should he do?

"Hanyan, you should know by now that this Feng Buhuo is useless, right?"

Abraham narrowed his eyes, leaned close to Leng Hanyan's neck and took a deep breath.

"You smell nice, Hanyan. If you submit to me now, I will still let you be the future leader's wife."

"How? You should know who to choose, right?"

Abraham was as cold as a poisonous snake.

"Let go of me, you will suffer retribution!"

Hanyan's eyes were filled with hatred as she looked at Abraham.

Abraham instantly flew into a rage and his anger escalated.

He fiercely threw Hanyan away.

Feng Buhuo was swift and managed to hold her up when she was about to fall to the ground.

Looking at her weak body, Feng Buhuo turned extremely cold and gloomy.

Abraham roared crazily at the two of them. "Ignorant! You ignorant woman!"

"Why are you still so stubborn? Do you think that Feng Buhuo can save you?"

"Stop daydreaming. He's trash, trash who can't even summon!"

"Feng Buhuo, where's your dragon? Everyone says that you have an S-class divine dragon, but why are you still running around like a rat?"

Bruce also sneered and said, "Divine dragon? It's only just fake news."

"Even if it's a real dragon, it can only crawl in front of my undead knight!"

"Hahahaha!"

The members of the Skeleton Pillage Group all laughed impudently.

There were only a dozen or so seriously injured survivors left.

This was a game where the outcome was already known.

The Skeleton Pillage Group surrounded the remaining survivors and looked down at them with a condescending gaze.

They were relishing in the survivors' fear.

It was as if they were admiring their masterpiece.

Feng Buhuo clenched his fists tightly. A trace of blood seeped out of his fingernail-pierced palm.

Anger, extreme anger, burned his body like a flame.

Little Fiery, who had been in deep slumber, suddenly trembled.

A bloodline connection told it that it should be enraged now.

It could no longer sleep. It wanted to release its flame of anger!

Unexpectedly, Feng Buhuo felt extremely at ease.

He knew that Little Fiery had finally woken up.

"Hu!"

Just as all the Marauders were excited, the space suddenly distorted.

A huge black hole, which was dozens of meters high, appeared!