Legend of the Asura

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That terrifying aura, that terrifying sickle, as well as the shock of instantly killing a high level shield guard, all the surrounding tens of people had already gathered in the area. They looked at each other, did not waste any more words, and started attacking Yang AoTian together according to the positions of their classes.

This was an absolutely troublesome enemy. At the very least, it was someone with a hidden profession. That sickle-like weapon was proof of that.

But so what if he was strong? Was he strong enough to withstand the attacks from dozens of people? Unless he was an Asura.

With a sickle in hand, he moved forward with a gloomy face. The enemy had finally closed in on him, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black arc was drawn across the four people in front of him, causing a pitch-black damage figure to appear above their heads, causing them to fall before they could even make a move.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

The swords at the back and the arrows at the back also landed on his body, but what made them puzzled was that the "bang bang" sound made them feel as if what they had hit wasn't his body, but a hard rock instead. The damage numbers started floating above Yang AoTian's head, the numbers were a shade of grey they had never seen before.

If they had the soul power of Feng Xiao, they would have discovered that his HP was actually negative! Because he was already a dead man — no, a death god.

Would a dead body be afraid of harm? Unless, that power was enough to destroy his body. Otherwise, all of the damage would have no effect on him at all, except … The death-type feared life, light, and fire!

Not far from his left hand, a fire mage started to raise his magical staff and chant. Sensing the fire element, he instantly appeared in front of him in a ghost-like speed, and sent him into the abyss of death with a sickle.

A Death God who wasn't afraid of attacks, who died every time he attacked, was like a God who looked down on these more and more players and could take away their existence at will! Step by step, under the torrential attacks, his steps were firm and even. And the sickles he brandished were aimed at every fire mage and Temple Priest that approached him.

"Sect Leader!" Sect Master! An enemy has broken in! "

The Crazy Demonic Wolf coldly snorted with a dissatisfied look on his face, "I already heard about it from the system's alert. Why, is it not resolved yet?"

At this moment, he was levelling in a map filled with Ash Wolves. Even though he had received the system notification, he had no intention of returning. Every day, there would always be a few people who came to visit. Regardless of whether they were individuals or small gangs, they all died miserably. He no longer cared about it. In his eyes, finding trouble with the Demon Wolf Gang was equivalent to courting death.

"Yes, Sect Leader. The enemies are too powerful …"

"How many of them?" Demon Wolf Madman's face darkened as he sinisterly said.

"One... "One person."

"What!?" One person? For such a long time, you all have not even captured a single person, and you actually have the guts to report to me! "

"But Sect Master... That man is really powerful. Even after we've attacked him for so long, he still acted as if nothing had happened. Furthermore, he has already killed more than thirty of our brothers … And, and. He looked very much like Second Young Master … "No, it's Yang AoTian, he looks very much like Yang AoTian!"

"Bullshit!" "He's already dead. I think you should go and fix your eyes."

"Ah... Yes, yes! He definitely wasn't the second young master … "Yang AoTian, I just feel that he looks like him."

"Don't tell me you can't handle a single person. Don't tell me you all eat sh * t. Immediately cripple him, remember his name, and kill him every time you see him. " The Magic Wolf – Berserk – impatiently hung up the communication device and frowned as he looked at the seemingly unmoving EXP bar.

"You idiots, hurry up! Just because of you idiots who only know how to eat, I have already dropped out of the top ten for an entire month! All of you, hurry up! "

This map was taken over by the Demon Wolf Gang, and every once in a while, there would be a different group of people. The only person who didn't change this map was the Demon Wolf — Madman. In his party mode, he absorbed the experience he gained from fighting monsters with all his might and never had the thought of working on it himself.

At the same time, it was clear that he didn't care about the invasion of the gangs at all.

Hiss ~ Hiss ~

With two strange sounds, two black lights and two black numbers appeared. Another two fire elemental magisters that were preparing to cast magic died under the Sickle of the God of Death.

After a long battle, his originally easy to deal with enemy was now like an incomparably hard thorn, ignoring all the blockages that were stabbing towards his heart. With such a large disparity in numbers, the situation actually seemed to be one-sided.

The number of people surrounding Yang AoTian also increased, from the initial few tens, to a few hundred, the plaza was already filled with over a thousand people who just happened to be standing there. However, if the enemy this time was the Shura, they wouldn't think it was too exaggerated even if they were to use all of the hundred thousand members of their gang. It could only be said that they still didn't pay enough attention to him.

He only had one goal, but that was one goal. Not a single one of them could stop his footsteps and face him head on.

"Could it be... Because he's already turned into a dead person like what boss said, so it's impossible for him to die? " Xiao Tian muttered to himself. In other words, Ao Tian is now an undying being? "

"Isn't this too ridiculous?" If that was really the case, then wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted in the entire Rebirth Realm? The most terrifying thing is not the enemy that is unafraid of death, but the enemy that will not die! "

"That's not right!" It was impossible for such a situation to disrupt the balance of the world, so why was he not afraid of attacks at all … "What do you mean by 'gray', 'gray', 'damage number' …"

From start to finish, Xiao Tian was in a state of confusion. But he was at least certain that there was no longer any need for them to act.

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However, it was impossible for Yang AoTian to destroy the Demonic Wolf Gang with just his own strength. Xiao Tian could tell from the few attacks that his attack was not much stronger than the normal players. However, those defensive gates were not afraid of death. With his attack power, the damage done to the gates would not even be able to compare to its automatic recovery rate. Not to mention the fact that it would be repaired by blacksmiths. After all, the defensive door should have been broken by many players from the same guild.

Unless he had some sort of special method, or had some kind of astonishing killing move. Seeing Yang AoTian's calm expression within the crowd, Xiao Tian silently thought.

Four Temple Protectors mounted on mounts raised their massive shields, charging side by side towards Yang AoTian, wanting to knock him back bit by bit. This time, Yang AoTian didn't wait for them to get close. With a wave of his chilling sickle, a pitch-black light blade flew out from the sickle, like a spinning sickle, flying towards the four of them.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four black digits floated up at the same time.

The four people couldn't react in time and were struck in the waist. Before falling off their mounts, they didn't even have the time to shout out of instinct. The four mounts that were still charging forward had also disappeared because of the death of their master.

One person versus a thousand people. If that person was an ordinary expert, then it would be a fierce battle. If that person was an Asura, then it would be a magnificent performance that could sweep away the clouds like a tornado. But that person was a god of death … The atmosphere was so heavy and strange.

Other than the occasional shouts and constant sounds of attacks, there was practically no other sound. The Grim Reaper brandished his sickle again and again without any fancy tricks. The increasingly thick aura of death made everyone who was near him feel an extremely stifling pressure, as if their hearts were being pressed down by a mountain. If they could, they really wanted to end the battle immediately or flee from this place.

He did not know how many arrows he had been hit, how many swords he had suffered, and how many spells he had endured. He continued to walk forward with the same steps he had taken when he first arrived, swinging his sickle all the way until he arrived in front of the defensive door.

The Demonic Wolf Gang was now a rank 4 gang. The defense wall's life, defense, and recovery ability had also increased with the rise of the gang's rank. Each of the five defensive walls before him had tens of millions of lives.

Standing in front of the defensive door, he finally stopped his advance, and even stopped the reaping of the giant scythe in his hands. Countless attacks still landed on his body, but he seemed to be unaware of them all as he stood there silently … Because this position was just right!

That dead gray face suddenly revealed a terrifying smile. After an entire nine months, he finally opened his mouth to speak again …

"Si …" Door... Crazy … "I'm going to destroy everything you have …"

The deep voice sounded far away, and the words were clear, carrying a chill that seeped into one's bones.

The attacks that had been launched in all directions had actually stopped, because they had all felt a chill run down their spines. Yang AoTian's words were clearly heard by every one of them. It was not because of the content of the words, but because they had heard the true voice that came from the Nine Hell Purgatory …

A white talisman appeared in the hand of Death. The corners of his mouth drew back, revealing his dense white teeth. After determining the position, his finger moved and the talisman was crushed into pieces, turning into light and disappearing.

At the same time, Yang AoTian also disappeared.

At this moment, every member of the Demonic Wolf Gang revealed an extremely horrified expression. Demon Wolf-Madman, who was about ten miles east of the imperial city, also stood up from the ground. His face was filled with shock and panic, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the sudden panic.

"Return to the gang!" All of you, go back! " He roared like a madman and led the way back to the gang encampment.

That was because the central hall of the sect had been broken into!

(What exactly would Wan-Er's lost formation be used for?) Any student who could guess would have an IQ of 100 or above.) "@

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