The "Thor's Gun" thrown by Vill made a terrifying howling sound in the air.

The speed of the "Thunder God's Gun" is getting faster and faster, and a silver-white afterimage is slowly dragged out from behind.

Finally, when the speed reached its limit, it hit the ground under the feet of the natives.

There was no explosion as expected.

After hitting the ground, the Thor's gun first contracted into a black circle the size of a fist, like a small black hole.

Then this small black hole began to generate huge suction force, sucking all the surrounding soil and nearby natives. The powerful suction force and highly compressed energy directly turned everything into dust.

Finally, after reaching a certain limit, the Thor's gun exploded.

"Dong."

Large tracts of soil were blown away by powerful shock waves, while the unlucky natives were directly vaporized by the huge power and high temperature of the Thor's gun.

White light constantly eroded the forest and the gathering place of the indigenous people, and was affected within a radius of half a kilometer.

All objects swept by the terrifying energy generated by the explosion of Thunder Spear will be turned into dust.

Even Ville, who was at a high altitude, was blown high by the impact force, and he couldn't tell the direction for a while.

Finally, more than ten seconds later, the explosion produced by the Thunder God's gun disappeared, and the natives just now had been wiped out, and the ground became extremely neat, as if they were brushed by an invisible big hand, neat, but looked desolate.

The only exception is a blue-black object.

That's right, that's the indigenous kings, their most powerful leaders.

But now the frost dragon transformed by this old man is also quite miserable.

A large amount of flesh and blood on his body turned into coke, and all the flesh wings disappeared, and even the extremely ferocious dragon head had become slightly deformed.

Vill fell from the sky and walked to the frost dragon.

"It's such a tenacious vitality. If I had endured the Thunder Spear myself, I might not have survived."

The frost dragon moved slightly, as if it was about to stand up and continue fighting with Vir. Unfortunately, it is now a dying body. No matter how powerful its vitality is, it is impossible for it to recover without half of its body being completely blown away.

The frost dragon began to shrink slowly and finally returned to human form.

"Go, go to the back mountain, and find those despicable people. The secret treasures of our clan can be obtained by strong people like you, but they must not be obtained by those despicable people. Those mice are not worthy of the knowledge of our ancestors."

After saying that, the old man kicked his legs and turned his braids.

Weir was speechless. What was going on with this race in front of him? He had exterminated them. What else could he say that even if he could get it, he could not get it for those despicable people? What is this theory?

And what did the despicable people in his mouth do that made the old man hate them so much?

Perhaps the back mountain is simply a place where there is no life? The old man wants to lure Vir to go there and then kill him?

But when encountering such an interesting thing, Weir said he would go and see everything.

As for the location of the back mountain, it is now quite obvious. Most of the gathering places of these natives have been blown up by Weir, and the remaining part should be the so-called back mountain.

At this time, there were three sneaky figures watching the direction of this Ville.

"Old, boss, what should I do? Qiwuhai has also come to this island. It seems that he is coming to us. Why don't we take the 'key' and retreat first."

The person who was talking was a fat man with a bandage wrapped in his body due to his serious injury. At this time, he looked in the direction of Vir with fear.

Although Weir's attack just now did not cause any damage to his body, it completely defeated his fighting spirit.

A gloomy old man looked at the direction of Vier as well.

"Stop kidding, I almost gave everything for that technology. You are telling me to withdraw now? If you don't help me find that damn laboratory today, I will peel you off.

Dead Fish, if he wants to escape, chop off his legs and untie the mechanism and have hands."

At this time, a tall fishman was standing silently behind the old man, carrying a collar unique to slaves around his neck.

The fishman did not answer, and the old man did not ask, because he was used to the silence of the fishman.

"No, don't cut my legs. I can't do it if I don't run away. Alas, I really shouldn't have been greedy for money at the beginning. I came to this ghost place."

Just as the few people were about to leave, a sound suddenly came from behind them.

"Oh? If I guess correctly, you're the Otin Coul in the mouth of that little guy?"

After hearing the sound behind them, the three of them seemed to have been immobilized and remained motionless.

It was the fishman slave who turned his head first and looked at Weir with his already dead eyes.

"Thunder Swordsman Weil, I surrender, please don't kill me, I can take you to the laboratories of those native ancestors, I have the keys on me."

The fat man who was threatened just now directly expressed his surrender after seeing Vier.

"Are you the Thunder Swordsman Weil? It seems that you have met Harry. How is he now?"

Autin Coul turned around and looked at Valle coldly.

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this? Dead old man."

After Vir finished speaking, he flashed to Autin Coul's side and grabbed the other person's neck.

Because Weir tried too hard, there was a cracking sound from the bones on Autin Coul's neck.

"Let me go````` You know who I am, I am serving the Tianlong people."

Ottin Cooer's face, who was strangled, turned red due to insufficient blood supply, and his eyes began to turn upwards.

"Chenlong people? Hahaha, go and ask if those Tianlong people dare to be arrogant in front of me. You, a dog of Tianlong people, dare to shout to me?"

Kawa, Autin Coul's neck was cut off, his body became as soft as slim, and then Vir threw it aside.

The little fat man covered in bandages became even more frightened when he saw this situation.

"Brother, don't kill me, I'm very useful."

The little fat man crawled on the ground and gave Vier a thank you.

Weir looked at the fat guy and laughed. He felt that although this kid had no backbone, he was quite interesting.

"Hahaha, little fat man, get up, I won't kill you."

Then Vir looked at the fishman, which was a very strong fishman. The skin on his body seemed to have a red color due to long-term sunlight, with big lips and some beard on his chin.

"Hey, the fishman over there, what's your name?"

The fishman hesitated after hearing Vir’s question.

"My name is Taylor, Fisher Taylor."

"Fisher? What is your relationship with Fisher Tiger?"

When Weir heard the name Fisher Taylor, he was quite surprised.

"Fisher Tiger is my relative and the hero in my heart."

"Oh?" Weir looked at the fishman in front of him. No wonder he felt familiar, because the fishman in front of him looked very similar to Fisher Tiger and was definitely a very direct relative.
Chapter completed!