What's even more terrifying is that the Drought Demon's body is covered with human heads and skulls, the big ones are as big as an adult's fist, and the small ones are only as big as fingernails.

The whole body is densely covered with patches, and at first glance it looks like it is covered with a layer of scales made of human heads and skulls.

Among them, the human head and skull on the chest is the largest. The human head and skull are combined into a vague and frightening human face, which is extremely creepy.

And it’s the appearance that brings pressure.

The aura is even more frightening, and the terrifying pressure almost stagnates one's inner energy and mana.

There was always a desire to kneel down and worship, but I couldn't muster the will to resist.

"hiss……"

It was so powerful that everyone instinctively took a breath of cold air.

"Nine-grade Hanbao!"

Iron Mace God Catcher Yu Wenjing’s expression changed drastically.

There are countless kinds of zombies all over the world, but those that can reach level six or above are very rare.

There are only a few ninth-grade ones in the entire Eastern Continent.

But there is no drought among them.

Such a super high-level drought demon is equivalent to finding the culprit of the drought in Lu land for most of last year.

Even the stall owner couldn't help but look moved.

A ninth-grade Hanban usually requires the cooperation of dozens of people from several major holy places to fight against it.

And it is often necessary to prepare the formation in advance.

This is just a match where you can't be killed instantly. If you want to win, it depends on whether God will give you face.

The people he temporarily recruited for his wine stall are totally inadequate.

To be more precise, if you are not a top-notch cultivator, you will become cannon fodder.

However, the drought demon has appeared, and it is already too late to regret it now.

All we can do is try our best.

"I'm going to die!" Qian Wuliang's lips trembled.

Bai Liuli, the Taoist priest and the great monk all had their eyelids twitching.

Only Qin He's eyes shone brightly, and he almost screamed with "Wow".

This guy can't even fit in a crematorium.

"Jiejiejie..."

At this moment, Hanba stared at everyone and actually grinned. The friction sound without a trace of popularity fell on people's ears, as if his heart was being grasped and felt uncomfortable.

That cold smile was obviously filled with intelligence.

This is the most terrifying thing about high-quality zombies. The corpse becomes a monster. The corpse has been reborn with intelligence. It is no longer an ignorant corpse, a corpse monster, etc. that acts by instinct.

"You are not a zombie from the lower world." The stall owner stared at Hanba with a burning gaze.

Each of the ninth-grade zombies has an origin, and has basically interacted with major holy places and Feiyuwei.

On the one hand, they want to suppress it, because one mistake could result in heavy casualties. On the other hand, they don't want to cause too much trouble and stimulate the major holy places and the Feiyu Guards to join forces and kill them regardless of the cost.

Therefore, the ninth-grade zombies never have new faces. They all start from low-grade zombies and have already registered the zombie spectrum.

There is a tacit understanding between the two parties, and the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river.

There is no record of this drought monster. It suddenly appeared. It must not be a thing from the lower world.

"Jie Jie Jie... Not bad, you can actually tell the origin of me at a glance. I thought the lower world was filled with a bunch of ignorant ants." Han Ba ​​locked his eyes on the stall owner, opened his dark corpse mouth, and praised: "

Your head is qualified to become part of this deity, and I just lack the head of a powerful person."

As he spoke, it raised its huge corpse claws and pointed at a gap in the skull pattern on its chest. There was a skeleton as big as a fist missing, revealing the dry and cracked zombie skin inside.

"So, suffer death!"

As soon as the voice fell, it turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the stall owner.

The claws of corpses are so cold that they will arrive in an instant.

"careful!"

Everyone was shocked.

"evil creature!"

The stall owner's eyes suddenly shrank, and the Yang Fire on his head and shoulders expanded like an explosion, almost covering his entire body. He quickly formed a seal with his hands to block him, and at the same time he retreated violently.

The Ninth-grade Drought Demon strikes with all its strength. Even a master of the grade must avoid the sharp edge, otherwise he is likely to be killed with one blow.

This is the bloody experience gained from the past battles against ninth-grade zombies in major holy places.

It's difficult to fight around, let alone one on one.

At this moment, the stall owner was almost ready to be injured. The drought attack was too fast and the momentum was too strong. The wine stall owner had made countless mistakes in the past four years. It was very likely that he would fall here today.
Chapter completed!