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The poor Lord Chihuo was already in a mess by the flames. He was hit by the fire hammer and immediately gave blood and wailed endlessly. Even the bones on his chest were broken several pieces.

Fortunately, Chihuo is a purgatory demon clan, and his physical fitness is notoriously powerful and terrifying. After being hurt, his vitality is still extremely strong. He still cursed: "Damn human boy, do you dare to go wild in my Chihuo Castle? Why don't you let go of this lord quickly, otherwise you will die without a place to bury."

Of course, these words were still translated by Mei'er. The language of the Purgatory Demon tribe has its own unique grammatical rules and expressions. Mei'er just translated the meaning of Chihuo into Earth Chinese.

"Haha!" Wang Yan laughed, "The great Lord Chihuo has reached this point and he still dares to be stubborn. I want to see, how can you let me die without a burial place?"

As he said that, Wang Yan swung the flame hammer again and smashed and slammed and slammed Lord Chihuo with a clang.

Such an amazing scene made the subjects and army of Chihuo Castle dumbfounded on the spot. They never expected that the dignified Lord Chihuo would be beaten into a dog by a human, and even the proud Hell Fire Tide was turned against by the other party.

Everyone's hearts were broken and it was difficult to accept such a fact for a while. That was Lord Chihuo, the son of the dignified Demon King Chi Lian, who may become a demon-level existence in the future.

"Help."

Lord Chihuo, who was pressed to the ground by Wang Yan, could no longer bear the blow and shouted, "What are you all doing when you are standing stupid? Why don't you get it for me!"

With the order from Lord Chihuo, the team of barbarian soldiers and hundreds of people began to suddenly come back to their senses and rushed towards the ring one after another. Because things were too sudden, the formation was scattered and messy, and many barbarian soldiers were still at a loss.

"Haha, Lord Chihuo. It's a fair discussion that you have agreed to have a good fight. If you lose, you dare to ask someone to join us?" Faced with this scene, Wang Yan didn't care at all, but just a sneering sneer on his lips, "It seems that the saying that if the Yellow River is not dead is not dead, it will apply no matter which plane you go to."

As he said that, Wang Yan waved his hand and the overwhelming tides of hell fire were rolled towards the majestic barbarians like a scattered sea of ​​scattered seas. The leading barbarian soldiers were immediately rolled into the hell fire, and their bodies were burning, rolling and wailing all over the ground.

Seeing this, the other barbarians were slower and their expressions showed horror. They were afraid of the tide of hell fire, and they were even more awe of the terrifying human. Not only was he powerful, but he was also very cruel. Look at what our lord was beaten up?

While Wang Yan took action, Mei'er was not idle either. Since Lord Chihuo could ask for help and was the first to break the rules, she naturally had the right to take action. She raised her wings and appeared in front of the barbarians like ghosts. Holding a whip in his hand, she let out a series of silver bells, smirking like soul-swallowing spirits.

The charm fluctuations instantly enveloped the more than 20 barbarians in the front row. They were stunned at first, then their ears were red and their eyes were red, and their breathing became rapid. The eyes that looked at Mei'er were filled with fanatical admiration and admiration.

"Haha~" Mei'er smiled charmingly, and the instructions turned into spiritual fluctuations and spread to the minds of every fanatic.

Suddenly, more than 20 barbarians who were charmed, most of them roared and took the order, wielding warhammers, giant maces, and even simple thick iron rods and other weapons, and killed them at their original partners.

There are also a few people with higher will, who did not obey Mei'er's orders, but fell into confusion and pain.

But those only seventeen or eighteen barbarians who were charmed have caused great trouble to the entire 100-man team. How can those barbarians who were not charmed be able to take action when facing their former teammates who were in a mad state?

However, those barbarian soldiers who were charmed were unscrupulous, disregarded their relatives, and screamed and attacked their former companions desperately, with their expressions and expressions full of terrible fanaticism.

This is the terrifying thing about the powerful man who has achieved great charm. Perhaps in the case of similar strengths and one-on-one, the charm technique is not very effective. But if one fights against the crowd and the opponent's strength level is generally inferior to that of the caster, the wonderful power will be reflected.

Such a strange and terrifying scene made the sober barbarians and onlookers exude a chill from the bottom of their hearts. The most terrifying thing in the world is not to be hacked to death on the battlefield, but to be charmed, kill your brothers and friends, or be hacked to death by your brothers and friends in tears.

Even the weakest creatures are unwilling to be charmed by themselves and become a walking corpse who has lost himself, wielding his weapons and slashing at his own people.

For a moment, all the creatures present had a sense of fear for Mei'er. It was countless times more terrifying than the human who could command the Hell Fire Tide and beat Lord Chihuo.

The barbarians who were awake and no longer had the fighting spirit and fled in frustration. They were unwilling to kill the lost brothers, nor were they willing to be hacked to death by the other party, so they had to run away.

Even Lord Chihuo, who was being beaten, did not expect the situation to worsen so far. With the barbarian brigade that it had worked hard to cultivate, even if it faced itself, it would lose more than it won. It still pointed at them to save itself and reverse the situation, but it would not have defeated so quickly.

At this moment, Lord Chihuo felt like he was about to shed tears. He was sure to win, that is, he was just bullying the two fat sheep, but he didn't expect the situation to evolve to this extent.

The fat sheep turned into a terrible demon, which really made it cry without tears.

At this time, it was not only heartbroken, but also broken. Even though the Purgatory Demon race had extremely terrible ability to resist the attack, it could not resist the endless brutal beating of the human boy. What's more, its barbarian army was also defeated and there was no more card for backhand.

Lord Chihuo vomited blood and screamed, "Brother Wang Yan, stop, stop. Before, brother, no, no, I was just having fun with you. Oh, I am going to be beaten to death by you."

"Bang!"

Wang Yan hit the Lord Chihuo for another blow, and threw him out for more than ten meters, and fell to the ground. At the same time, Wang Yan's body shook and he appeared in front of Lord Chihuo from the air. Only a faint fluctuation in space was left behind in front of him and behind him.

He grabbed Lord Chihuo with a playful expression and laughed: "It turns out that you are just having fun with me. It seems that I misunderstood you."
Chapter completed!