Dozens of fierce werewolf swarmed towards a man in black in the head. Unexpectedly, before he arrived, he was bounced away by a powerful energy. This energy was so huge that the mutant creatures rushing in the front were smashed to pieces. And those followers who followed closely behind were also killed on the spot by this force that penetrated the body of their companions.

"My God! They, who are they? Who are these?"

The Yellow River was so scared that it could not say a word.

The surveillance screen is clearly displayed: the energy that killed dozens of werewolfs in an instant was the right fist of the man in black.

In other words, with a mere punch, all the monsters that surrounded him turned into meat paste.

"Counterattack, hurry up! The whole army counterattack!"

Suddenly, Huang He seemed to be crazy, grabbed the telephone on the table desperately and roared desperately.

This is an opportunity.

A great opportunity once in a lifetime.

There are not many men in black. There are only more than a hundred in total.

However, they can fight independently and disperse into hundreds of battle groups of different sizes, attracting a large number of mutated creatures around them.

As a result, the dense werewolf team suddenly appeared one by one.

Although the replica soldiers would be afraid, compared with this, they obviously pay more attention to obeying orders.

The counterattack of tens of thousands of armored troops was simply an unexpected move in the eyes of the mutant creatures that followed and chased.

Will the opponent, who was defeated a few minutes ago, turn around and counterattack?

The row of werewolfs rushing in front was beaten into a pile of broken pieces of meat full of holes by dense rain of bullets. The mourning and shrill screams before death made people's eardrums tremble and almost fainted.

In sharp contrast to this are those mysterious men in black who are surrounded in the middle without fear.

The combat power they have is really ridiculously strong.

In just a few minutes, more than 10,000 werewolfs had already died under their fists.

Especially the leader, he was simply comparable to the terrifying god of killing who walked out of hell.

A particularly ferocious giant wolf opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and bit it hard from behind. However, the other party let it go sideways, grabbed the wolf's mouth that was rushing forward, and exerted force with both hands. Suddenly, the ferocious wolf head was torn into two halves and broken pieces in a crisp cracking sound. Only the still complete limbs were scattered on the ground and twisted around by the remaining nerves.

They seemed to have endless power in their bodies. The long-term high-intensity combat did not make them look tired at all.

Every movement and every boxing they have a perfect movement trajectory. It seems to have been calculated by the most advanced computers.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, the Yellow River wouldn't believe it even if it was killed. This is a move that humans can do.

An unprecedented excitement was surging violently inside the Yellow River body.

He knew that face and the man in black led.

"Oh my God! Why are you here? Why are you here?"

I don’t know if it was the subconscious that played a role from it, but Huanghe saw Su Hao. He was the man in black led by the leader. He was strong and cruel, and invincible on the battlefield.

...

When Mos swung the heavy wooden sword and slashed hard from mid-air with an irresistible power, Song Xiaoye knew: he lost again in today's competition.

In the clan's teenage warrior class, Moss is the oldest. He is far superior to other children in terms of height and physique. In comparison, Song Xiaoye, who is only fifteen years old, cannot be his opponent at all.

However, if you lose, you lose. This is something that has no room for discussion. In the eyes of the instructor responsible for the training of juvenile warriors, there is actually no difference in personal age and physical differences. No matter what method is used, as long as you can defeat your opponent, you are a qualified warrior.

Try your best to win in daily fighting training, which has become the greatest wish of every child in the juvenile warrior class. According to the instructor's instructions: those who win can get half of the rations given by the loser on the day. In other words, as long as you can defeat your opponent, you can get more food.

In this way, a hundred demon teenagers who were only five to seven years old became enemies of each other in an instant. They were not forcibly divided by half by others, not forcing half of the food they could get to their mouths every day.

Although, it was only the size of a fist, mixed with rye that had not yet been shelled and pinched together and baked into a coarse bread.

Since being assigned to Mos, Song Xiaoye has not received the entire ration for three consecutive days. Fortunately, the fighting group will be relocated once a week. You only need to get a new opponent after four days of being beaten.

However, the feeling of hunger is not so good. Especially when you endure the sour water that keeps coming out of your shriveled stomach and compete with an opponent who is also fighting for fullness. That extremely strong desire and struggle can drive people crazy.

Song Xiaoye knew that it was actually very simple to beat his opponent. As long as he could eat enough every day and get enough nutrients to his developing body, he would become taller and stronger. At that time, not to mention a mere Moss, even defeating the instructor in the training class would be no problem.

But, this is not easy.

The entire demon empire was starving. It is said that even the supreme ruler of the empire, His Majesty the Demon Emperor, had only half a kilogram of black bread every day. Years of drought and bad weather have made crops generally under-harvest in most areas of the empire. Even if there are so many areas close to water that can barely be cultivated, the harvest cannot maintain the daily needs of the empire. The thing about starving people to death is no longer a horrible news.

For Song Xiaoye, nothing is more important than eating enough.

Looking at Mos sitting there swallowing the food he had just received, Song Xiaoye felt that there seemed to be millions of terrible blood-sucking worms in his stomach bag were biting wildly. He looked down at the half of the bread left in his hand, pursed his lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva from his throat, pulled open the pocket at his waist and stuffed it in. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the training room.

Not to mention eating enough, this little bread is not enough to even stuff the teeth. Naturally, the leisure time outside of daily training becomes the spontaneous hunting time for demon teenagers in the training camp.

Song Xiaoye always felt very strange. Why is his name pronunciation so strange? Moreover, when he is sleeping well, he often has some strange dreams. In the dream, Song Xiaoye "sees" that he has become a woman with a soft waist and a graceful figure. He uses a fire-breathing weapon to shoot and kill at some strange creatures.

However, no matter how terrible a monster is, it is not as powerful as the threat brought by hunger.

Next to the camp is a huge mountain range that continues for tens of thousands of miles. This huge barrier derived from the Creator and is called the "Dark Mountain", which separates the human empire and the demon race. Except for several natural passes between the mountains where two tribes are guarded by heavy troops, there is no unnecessary way to communicate between the dense and steep mountains and forests.

Song Xiaoye did not go with other companions, but quietly walked into a nearby mountain depression alone.
Chapter completed!