Feng Jie pulled out a big knife on the waist of a demon next to him and handed it to Shi Miye, pointing to the guards who were being escorted: "You, get rid of these guys."

"Sir Feng Jie, please spare your life!" These people were panicked and struggled violently.

"Yes..." Shi Ziye mechanically took the knife, raised the bright blade, and waved it to the neck of the demon closest to him without hesitation.

Ryumio closed her eyes. She could feel her body trembling violently, and the sound of the blade shaking through the air with a stinky smell of blood.

"Pu...Pu..." Something fell one after another.

Liumio knew that she knew exactly what it was, but she still opened her eyes carefully and looked at the objects. However, the dozen blood-stained balls rolling on the ground were so impactful. Liumio couldn't help but retching. She suspected that she might have dreamed of those ugly faces twisted by fear for a long time, and the thick red liquid sprinkled all over the ground.

"Tsk, it's pretty straightforward. But... it would be great if they could die a little more painful," Feng Jiezhi walked to a headless corpse, checked the neat section on the neck, stretched out his right index finger and gently wiped it on the section, put it in his mouth, nodded with satisfaction, walked to him and patted Shi Ziye's shoulder holding a blood-stained sword. He still looked dull, but his face and white shirt were stained with spots of red. "Forget it, at least the skill is not bad... eh?"

Feng Jie felt a chill coming from his stomach, accompanied by a numb feeling, but this feeling lasted for only a few seconds. The severe pain immediately hit the whole body, and the mouth was soon filled with the smell of rust. Feng Jie lowered his head and looked at his abdomen. The blood-stained sword was now inserted into his stomach, and only the hilt was still exposed.

Feng Yi's eyes widened even wider. Like most people here who didn't react, he only heard Shi Miye shouting loudly: "The restraint device is broken!"

"Bang!" The sound of objects shattering caused quite a vibration in the small space.

Feng Jie only felt his body being thrown out heavily and hit the ground hard, as if he could hear the sound of his spine being broken. It hurt so much, and the blood-stained blade was standing in front of him.

"Why..." Feng Jie's lips moved slightly, and he could hardly hear his voice. When Shi Miye raised his hand to hold the lock on the fence, Feng Jie's blurred vision fell on the silver cold light flashing on his left index finger, "Ah... spirit... props? But..."

At this time, after Huiyao quickly killed the demon who captured him, the dungeon became chaotic and out of control. No one noticed that Feng Jie, who should have lost consciousness, showed a strange smile, and the corners of his raised mouth were almost connected to the ear.

Shi Miye reached out and placed his hand on the bag at his waist, injecting a little mental power into the space inside the bag. A green light flashed, and a small bottle immediately appeared in his hand. Shi Miye opened the bottle cap and shook it on one hand. Several white pills slid on the palm of his hand. After covering the bottle cap and put it back, Shi Miye gently broke open Wei Mingjia's mouth, which was burning, and stuffed the pills that had made powder into it.

Wei Mingjia sat up with a tremor and coughed quickly. The sweat on his forehead became even worse, but his face also improved a lot: "Okay, it's so bitter! Ah, Midnight, you... are so little, be careful behind you!"

In fact, without Wei Mingjia's reminder, Shi Miye also noticed the strange energy fluctuation behind him.

"Mayer, you..." The dark-skinned Zhuoer covered his whole body with thick black mist, emitting a cold breath, which caused a palpitations. His whole face was a little distorted, and two black energy balls ignited in his palm, and he couldn't feel any heat.

He waved his hands and threw the energy ball at Shi Miye: "Shi's surname... you actually ruined my business..."

Shi Minye instinctively dodged, and the energy ball exploded a considerable pit at the place where he was originally stationed. "This power is also...." Shi Minye didn't have time to think about it. Taking advantage of the gap where the rising smoke and dust interfered with Major's sight, he pulled Wei Mingjia's hand and sneaked into the center of the dungeon that was messing around, but Major's attack did not stop.

"Shi Miye, find a way to suppress that Zoer! The soul of that demon old man has entered his body!" Hui Yao shouted at Shi Miye while waving his sword. As his hands lifted and his sword fell, the demon's head rolled to the ground.

"Tsk!" Shi Miye smacked his lips. Although he was surprised, on one side was Major who was walking towards him step by step, and on the other side was Wei Mingjia, who was still sick. "It's really... trouble."

"Minye, don't worry about me..." Wei Mingjia tried to break free from Shi Miye's hand, but she didn't have enough strength, so a sound like a mosquito-like gnat sounded in Shi Miye's ears.
Chapter completed!