Just as the old man was thinking, there were continuous explosions. The village chief next to him turned around suddenly. Before he realized what had happened, a strong wind swept past behind him, and the strongest man in the troubled village had already rushed out.

I saw countless shells falling from the sky in the village, and pieces of yellow gas covered the villagers with explosions. The strong anesthesia gas instantly fascinated the villagers.

"Beware of the poisonous gas!"

"Everyone, cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel."

The villagers shouted, but wet towels were useless in the face of the established anesthesia gas. More and more villagers fell to the ground and fell into a drowsiness.

However, the old man didn't know this. When he saw the villagers falling down one by one, he only thought that the poisonous gas attack was used by the other party. A look of rage flashed in his eyes. With a shocking roar, a violent hurricane radiated from around his body, instantly dispersing large areas of anesthetic gas.

The remaining dozen still awake villagers surrounded him and saw the old man who was descending from the sky, crying: "Old ancestor."

"You guys stay here." The old man's ears moved slightly, his head turned and looked at the woods outside the village. The dense footsteps came from a distance. More than 20 soldiers wearing mimicry armor and almost invisible were sprinting over, and the anesthesia ammunition in his hands was aiming at the old man's direction.

However, before these anesthesia bombs were shot out, the old man punched out from the air, and a large ball of blazing gas directly hit the middle of the 20 soldiers, turning into an air bomb.

boom!

"Scatter! Scatter!"

"The target has ranged attack capabilities!"

More mecha warriors walked over from behind step by step. The Gauss rifle in their hands was replaced with an anesthesia gun. The dense bullets were shot at the old man, but the other party took a moment to swept all the anesthesia bullets away.

The old man was like a tiger rushing into the flock of sheep, and his air burst with his random punches and palms. The air exploded, blowing five or six soldiers out.

As for the anesthesia bomb, it is like a mosquito bite. Not to mention that it is difficult to hit him in the strong wind, even if it sometimes hits it, it is blocked by a layer of Qi shield on the other person's body.

"Sir, we can't stand it."

"Request to use live ammunition, repeat it, and request to use live ammunition."

"You all have to die!" The murderous aura in the old man's eyes soared into the sky. He shouted, and then a huge air burst again, blowing up a large forest. For a moment, many soldiers were shocked to death. The terrifying impact could not even be blocked by the mecha.

In the sky, Zuo Qingcang's black robe was blown by the strong wind in the atmosphere, and the commander below came to his ears.

But he didn't care about this, just looked at the old man who was rushing left and right on the ground, like an old man entering a no-man state.

‘The physical fitness is more than five times that of ordinary people.’

‘That attack method…is to operate nitrogen molecules for horizontal displacement.’

"With the body of a mortal, he has mastered the ability of a practicing warrior to interfere with the material world."

‘This can be called superpowers.’

‘The power hidden in his blood.’

Zuo Qingcang clearly remembered that Adam in the shelter once told him that if he wanted to unblock his left eye's true ability, he had to use some people's blood.

Now that he has experienced the previous artificial god world, how could he not know that the creator of the left eye is from Baichou, the clan with unfathomable strength and technology. Their blood is obviously the way to unlock the left eye to gain higher authority.

‘Then the blood of the Northern Demon Sect master has the same effect. What does it have to do with the clan where Bai Chou is located?’

Just as Zuo Qingcang was thinking, the battle situation below was already the old man steadily gaining the upper hand, and the entire mecha corps was almost destroyed by him.

Zuo Qingcang ordered lightly: "Use live ammunition, let's go to the second team."

The next moment, all the mecha soldiers threw away the anesthesia gun and carried the Gauss rifle directly on their backs. In an instant, countless death storms strangled towards the old man.

The old man's eyes suddenly condensed, his pupils almost shrank to the size of a needle tip, and the airflow around him almost condensed into substance, accompanied by dense impact. He spitted out a mouthful of blood, but his figure flashed and he rushed out like a ghost.

"Two hundred meters per second, three hundred meters per second, supersonic speed!"

"Back, back. All Marines retreat!"

The old man was wrapped in airflow, and his figure was swept over the speed of sound, like a super tornado, tearing all the objects in front of him to pieces. The speed was not something that the Marines could aim or hit, even with the auxiliary aiming system on the mecha.

In a blink of an eye, more than half of the soldiers fell to the ground after casualties, and the old man's expression became more and more ferocious. Looking at the army retreating rapidly, his voice came from the air.

"Can you escape?"

"You all have to die."

"It's not just you who ordered your dog officials, the dog emperors on your head, and I will tear them into pieces one by one."

"You've found the wrong opponent."

But the next moment, the earth shook, and dozens of huge figures like hills slowly came. Under the firepower of the Apocalypse Tank, the old man was directly stunned. He felt that the body was full of hot high temperatures, terrifying shock waves, and dense shrapnel.

His body was blown around and rushed left and right, but he couldn't escape the dense firepower coverage area and was blown back by the explosion.

Zuo Qingcang in the sky also understood what he wanted to know.

‘Is the power of this bloodline the power of the Baichou clan? Or the racial ability.’

In Zuo Qingcang's judgment, the only trouble village in the world that has mastered extraordinary power. If they are really the clue of the left eye, if they really inherit the bloodline of the Baichou clan, he would have a concern, that is, if anyone would interfere when he dealt with these people.

Because if the key point is really their blood, it means that the people in the Trouble Village are all descendants of the Baichou clan. Perhaps the offspring left by one of them has multiplied, or perhaps some people have escaped to this world.

So he has a concern that others interfere.

In fact, it is very close to Zuo Qingcang's guess. The village of Troubles was a ridiculous result of a strong man overnight, but the unknown strong man obviously did not take those mixed-race descendants seriously.

As it seems now, the old man was seriously injured and the army did not encounter any interference.

"Ceasefire."

All the apocalypse tanks stopped attacking, and in the fearful eyes of the villagers, the old man's figure slowly emerged with the smoke of gunpowder.

At this time, he was covered in blood scars on his body, and there were even large burns on his back, and his condition was at its lowest point.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky, as if he saw a black figure slowly falling from the sky under the sunlight. The terrifying pressure and the overwhelming momentum made him unable to move all over his body.

Under the old man's fearful gaze, Zuo Qingcang's thoughts were shrouded in his entire body.

Then Zuo Qingcang moved his palm, and the old man's right hand had been cut open, and the blood flew out like a fountain, turning into a ball, which was pinched into the palm of Zuo Qingcang. (~^~)
Chapter completed!