Monster Paradise

Late at night, outside the canyon mouth of Snow Mountain Town, looking at the already dense numbness of all kinds of monsters, there are millions of them.

A lot of monsters have started climbing up the backs of the monsters in front of them, stepping on the monsters beneath them and coming toward the defensive layer.

A number of monsters couldn't bear the weight and were directly trampled to death, and the monsters fell and were trampled to death by the monsters behind them. Even though there are many monsters trampled to death, there are still many monsters rushing to death.

Night Language and Yi Zheng also had to join the slaughter squad and start cleaning up these monsters that could cross the boulders.

The fine sword in Yi Zheng's hand changed its shape and turned into a giant sword nearly three meters long. He leaped down and rushed into the herd of beasts to kill it.

Almost every sword swept out could kill dozens of monsters.

On the other hand, the Evening Language kept filling the treasure with crystals and bombarding the monster below with heavy artillery. Though she didn't have a good shot, the dense, numb grasslands were full of monsters that could carry a large body of monsters wherever they were bombarded.

More than twenty gold medal hunters under the boulder, after two days and one night of serial kills, have been quite tired, but they are still strong. Kill the monsters that come before you all the time, while taking time to replenish the energy consumed in your body with life crystals.

But no matter how many they kill, there's always a monster on the first defensive line who can escape their attack and enter the second. There are so many monsters, they can only take into account the range of attack around them, and outside the range of attack, they can only choose to give up and give it to the silver hunter behind them.

Silver medal hunters on the second tier of the defense line, with the largest number and more than 1,000 people, are in fact the most stressed group.

The Gold Medal Hunter leaks a large number of monsters, who, like the Gold Medal Hunter in front, haven't had a minute off.

Between them, at close intervals, there is little gap between the two ranges of attack, and monsters pouring into the second level of defense are killed by more than 90 per cent of them. Because they also know that the number of bronze medal hunters on the third level of defense is too low, and that if too many monsters are left out, it can cause a lot of trouble for those behind. So, they won't be surprised if they have to.

Lin Huang they are on the third level of defense, this layer of defense is the easiest because the gold and silver hunters in front have carried the greatest pressure away. The number of monsters able to enter the third level of defense is less than a tenth of the canyon.

But with the passage of time, Lin Huang felt the pressure again, and after the original pile of animals shrunk the canyon entrance and exit, it took them more than half an hour to encounter a wave of attacks. But now almost every five or six minutes has returned to its original state.

White's killing speed has not changed. He is a tireless killing machine. The number of monsters killed is estimated to be similar to Lin Huang's. The blood-colored wings, which gather together in blood, exhibit a variety of different states at all times on the battlefield, and each state, either can behead, or can directly pierce a heart, killing efficiently, even Lin Huang is ashamed of himself.

Lin Huang also performed fairly well. With his long black iron knife in his hand, he completely turned into an extinct divine soldier. Under the Big Rough Knife, almost nothing was left untouched. With the actual battle going on, it would have taken up to five knives to kill a monster, and now he's basically within three knives. As long as it's not a black iron monster, it basically takes just one knife to kill it.

The more sophisticated the snowflake, the more ghostly the battlefield is.

Zhou Le and others feel that Lin Huang should come from a nobleman, otherwise it would be impossible to possess so many high-ranking kung fu and such terrible fighting power. You know, they are in the third order of black iron, but killing monsters is far worse than Lin Huang.

Lin Huang had no time to worry about how many monsters he had killed across the steps, how many pieces he had accumulated and how many card rewards he had earned. At a time like this, in his breath, he could barely take a sip of water and could not distract himself at all.

Blackie also seemed to know that he was in a state of intense combat, and did not pop up the prompt dialog again to avoid disturbing Lin Huang.

On the battlefield, time passes minute by second, but every minute by second is a pain.

Everyone is waiting for the sun to come out and come down in the day.

Because as long as it lasts until dawn, the extraordinary royal ritual will arrive, and as long as he kills that extraordinary monster, it will all be over.

Lin Huang pressed his strength over and over again. Compared to others, he was the only ordinary man on this battlefield. The innate gap in physical fitness is simply not something that combat power can fill.

Even Zhou Le and their three tiers of black iron teenagers are tired of talking, not to mention the luxury of not even stepping into the black iron border.

Lin Huang's performance was seen by many people.

Not only Zhou Le et al., but also some bronze medal hunters beside him, admire the perseverance of the teenager. They were well aware that the juvenile's body was in an overdraft state long ago, but that he had been supporting himself with willpower, pressing his potential over and over again.

Lin Huang even more clearly knew his physical condition. He swept his knife and almost never stopped moving. Because he knew that once he stopped, his body might strike completely, let alone wave, and he might not even be able to stand.

So he told himself over and over again, "I can't stop! I can't stop! It'll only take a few more hours to get to 6: 00 in the morning! ”

On the battlefield, monsters are shocking harder and harder, with monsters roaring and humans howling.

At around 3: 00 in the morning, everyone was weary and looking forward to spending the last three hours in peace.

But all of a sudden, a shocking beast roar came from far away.

This beast roar, coming from behind the iceberg, crosses the iceberg directly, passes through the crowd and wanders off to the grasslands outside the canyon.

Hearing this beast roar alone, almost everyone in the room had a sharp acceleration of heartbeat, even Lin Huang was a heartbeat, even like being stared at by something terrible, giving people a chilling feeling.

However, this beast roar seemed to have a completely different effect on those monsters.

All the monsters, all the monsters, started to get unnamed excited, and many of them started crashing into the boulders, ignoring the pain in their bodies, and even many monsters began to build up a layer, trying to get across the boulder shield.

Seeing a large number of monsters start to pile up and climb the boulders, Yi Zheng and Yi Night Language frowned tightly, I didn't expect this change to occur in the last three hours.

Yi Zheng was worried and suddenly heard a sound coming from the direction of Snow Mountain. He turned his head and looked at the black-pressed clouds in the sky, covering half the sky, approaching quickly. He fixed his eyes and sucked in the cool air.

“Shit, it's the crowd...”