"bring it on!"

In the state of the Three-blooded Red-Text Warrior, Grain felt as if he had endless energy and blood, so he roared and then jumped up.

Bang!

In the air, Glain punched out, and powerful qi and blood gushed out, rushing towards the evil man like a cannonball.

The black fog exploded around Savi.

The long blood-colored tongues danced like tentacles, but after touching the Qi and Blood Fist, a sound burst sounded, turning into a blood mist and dissipating.

"How is this possible!"

Savi screamed, and in his eyes, which had originally shined with all the luster, panic finally appeared. His long tongue dancing around him quickly closed, forming a wall of protection.

"Die!" Grain went down the mountain like a tiger.

A straight punch hit the flesh wall, and a deep pit was blown out. The rotten flesh spread around, and Save was knocked out.

Bang!

The evil Savi hit the ground heavily, and his tentacles and tongues dangled weakly, as if he was seriously injured.

"There should be no suspense..." Enzo murmured.

Through the shadow crow's vision, he stared at the scene of the Pramo tribe. The originally arrogant evil Savi, after Glain absorbed the gift of the blood-killing god and became a three-blooded red-banded warrior, was finally seriously injured by a fierce punch.

The situation has also reversed!

Since being expelled by the Pramo tribe, Savi has wandered on the plain for a long time, and his legs have been gnawed by several Bral gray wolf. Therefore, after being shot down by Glain, he could only rely on his tentacles to support his body.

"Grain!"

After getting up from the ground, Savi looked at Grain resentfully, gritted his teeth and spit out a few syllables. The black mist wrapped around him boiled again, and blood-colored tongues waving.

"Go to die!"

Savi screamed, controlling his long bloody tongue to sweep towards Grain. The qi and blood power in the other party's body burst out. He grabbed a long bloody tongue and then pulled it off.

However, more blood-colored tongues attacked quickly like poisonous snakes.

"Grain, go ahead!"

At this time, seeing this, Old Moore quickly threw a scimitar over. After Glain caught the scimitar, he waved it.

Brush!

The scimitar cut through the air and cut off the long blood-colored tongues. Then Grain moved his footsteps and rushed towards Savi quickly. The power of qi and blood attached to the scimitar, and then waved it out with a knife.

"ah!!!"

As the blade condensed by the power of qi and blood was swinging, the evil Savi's scream also sounded. Grain slapped his sword with all his strength and cut his body into two halves.

The body wrapped in black mist was fought in half, but the evil one still did not die. A large amount of black blood was scattered on the ground, and granuloma-like tentacles grew on the two rotten bodies, spreading and intertwining each other.

"Is this...self-healing ability?"

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo raised his eyebrows and looked at the evil man Savi, who was cut into two pieces but still did not die. His rotten body was constantly fusing, and his thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.

In a moment, Savi's two bodies had merged together.

The blade attack just now did not kill him, but the two bodies merged with each other, but Savi still paid a considerable price. At this time, the black fog wrapped around him became thinner, and the blood-colored tongues waving speed slowed down.

"After accepting the power of the God of Disaster and becoming an evil person, this guy has the ability to heal continuously." Enzo stroked his chin and his eyes flashed, "However, this healing ability should consume a lot of energy, so it can be used at most once within a certain period of time!"

Meanwhile, the Pramo tribe.

"Grain! Continue!" After seeing the two bodies of the evil man fused, Old Moore quickly said, ": His self-healing ability must have many restrictions. After use, he should fall into a period of weakness. Don't let him recover."

The evil Savi's eyes were cold, and he looked at Old Muer with resentful eyes. He suddenly controlled a long blood-colored tongue and shot towards Old Muer.

Old Mur's face suddenly changed.

brush!

However, before the blood-colored long tongue flew out, Glain on the side had waved the scimitar and cut out a bloody force to cut off the long tongue.

Glain's face was firm.

He didn't say a word, his footsteps moved quickly, and almost instantly appeared in front of Savi. The bronze scimitar in his hand shone red, as if it was watered by blood, and quickly waved it.

Brush!

The long blood-colored tongues were cut off, and Savi was approaching and fell into a huge passive state. He could only retreat to the rear and prepare to distance himself.

However, Grain did not give him a chance.

"Blood Shadow Slash!"

Grain exerted force on his legs and jumped into the air in an instant. The bronze scimitar in his hand was slashed down with force. The violent power of qi and blood cut the evil Savi into two halves again.

Hurry!

The black fog suddenly exploded, and black and viscous blood spilled on the ground. Two cut-out bodies, tiny tentacles grew from the incision, extending in the direction of each other with all their strength.

"snort!"

Grain snorted coldly, but quickly waved the blood-colored scimitar and quickly cut the body on the ground into a pile of minced meat until they could not extend their tentacles.

"It should be completely dead now." Enzo murmured to himself.

The evil person who was cut into countless pieces by random knives had turned into minced meat, and the rotten stench was emitted, and then it seemed like it was burning, turning into black mist and drifting away.

"The evil one... is dead?"

After a while, Old Moore walked up carefully, looking at the ground of minced meat that kept turning into mist, and asked hesitantly.

Grain said nothing, but nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Old Moore breathed a sigh of relief, and then a surprise expression appeared on his face, and he excitedly said, "It's great, Glain!"

"Thanks to the protection of the Blood-killing God, you killed the evil ones and saved the tribe, and became a powerful red-textured warrior. The Pramo tribe will be proud of you!"

The Pramo tribe, which was attacked by the evil Savi, experienced serious losses. Not only did the tribe suffer heavy damage, but the number of blood warriors has even dropped sharply to one-third.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is undoubtedly a catastrophe for the Pramo tribe. However, the appearance of Grain made Old Moore ecstatic.

Red Warriors, the support of a tribe!

The original Pramo tribe was just a small tribe with the weakest. When two-thirds of the blood warriors were killed by evil people, it almost went to an end. Without the protection of the powerful existence, it would be impossible to spend this year's Black Fog Season.

Originally, Old Moore was already in despair.

But now, Glain's appearance gave him hope. Having a red warrior guardian was enough to allow the Pramo tribe to successfully pass the Black Fog Season.

Even starting from next year's recovery season, we will continue to move towards prosperity!

"Chief Moore..."

Just as Old Moore was trapped in the beautiful enjoyment of the Pramo tribe's prosperity, Glain, who was beside him, looked ugly and shook his head slightly.

Old Moore's face changed.

After successfully killing the evil one, Grain's face was not happy, but instead gradually became pale, and the three blood lines on his chest gradually faded.

"What's going on?" Old Moore said tremblingly.

Grain, who was originally regarded as the hope of the tribe, had the energy and blood power in his body constantly dissipated, and even tiny cracks appeared on his rock-like skin, and blood oozed out.

"Maybe...this is the price?"

Grain's face became paler, but a trace of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he murmured, ": The power given by the gods is beyond the reach of ordinary people. It is already the limit to this body that can last for now."

After saying that, Glain fell down.

Old Moore's face changed drastically. Before he could help him up, Grain's body began to collapse, and the blood overflowing from his body gradually covered his whole body.

"how so?"

Old Moore fell to the ground, his eyes seemingly lost, and his lips trembled.

In a moment, Glain completely lost his life characteristics and turned into a stiff corpse.

"It's true."

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo sighed. He had already expected the scene in front of him that Gryn was originally just a blood warrior, but under the power given by the blood-killing god, he became a three-blooded red warrior.

However, that power did not belong to him.

Mortals will bear the price of the power of gods, and let a blood warrior directly possess the power that is enough to kill evil people, the price is death.

Pramo Tribe.

"Great Blood-killing God, have you abandoned the Pramo Tribe?" Old Moore's face was pale, and he looked at the corpse on the ground, and a trace of despair appeared in his heart.

A cold wind blew, and the smell of blood drifted away.

At this time, the Pramo tribe was in a mess. After being attacked by the evil Savi, one-third of the blood warriors in the tribe died. At this time, they fell into an extremely weak state and could not fight the next Black Mist Season.

Old Moore looked worried and didn't know what to do.

In the sky, the shadow crows flapped their wings and flew away from the distance. The tragic situation of the Pramo tribe no longer needs to be paid attention to, but Enzo became interested in another thing.

That is the God-given stone tablet of the Pramo tribe.
To be continued...