A massive manhunt was carried out throughout the city, and any corner could become the site of rigorous search by Huma's army.
So many soldiers died in this sudden chaos that even a large number of low-level slave soldiers became a viable force to fill Huma's shoes.
The southern area was the area searched most carefully by the army.
Clay had a sullen face, rubbing his still painful wrist from time to time.
Fan's kick was too harsh.
Without a month of training, his hand would be useless.
"Don't let me find you, otherwise" he narrowed his eyes sinisterly.
"Sir, I sensed a slight fluctuation of aura there just now."
A warrior from the perception department said.
Clay's eyes lit up, and then he stretched out his hand and said, "Take your people to see it."
What Clay was referring to was a group of slave soldiers who didn't even wear standard military uniforms.
After being named, they could only move forward.
"Chief, what should we do?"
someone in the team asked softly.
"I hope it's not the big leader, otherwise" a hint of gloom flashed across the leader's face.
This group of slave soldiers is none other than Fang's previous subordinates, Musi.
"Why are you cowering?
Why don't you come over to me quickly?"
Clay growled and kicked Mousse away hard.
Mousse gritted his teeth and climbed up, biting the bullet and moving forward until he reached the position where the sensing source fluctuated.
He took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.
"What's going on?
What's going on?"
Looking at Mousse whose expression became extremely unnatural, Clay shouted.
"No big deal, just a cat."
Mousse said.
"Why is there a cat here?
Are you lying to me about what's inside?"
The soldier behind Clay immediately raised his gun.
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Mu Si raised their arms nervously.
"My lord, it's really just a cat."
At the same time, one of them whispered urgently: "Chief, what should we do?"
"Shut up, have you forgotten who saved us?"
Mousse said in an extremely harsh tone.
"What are you talking about, bastards?
I'll give you one last chance.
If you don't say it again, you won't have another chance to say it."
Clay's face was stern, and his finger was already tightening on the trigger.
Faced with this choice of life and death.
Mousse's face turned cruel, and her expression turned ferocious.
"Fight them" "Looking for death" Clay waved his hand with a vicious look, "I know you damn pariahs can't be relied upon to kill them."
However, he waited for a long time with an unruly expression, and did not wait for the sound of gunshots.
He just saw that the people who were rushing towards Mous suddenly stopped midway, and then looked at him with a stunned expression. behind.
Clay turned around in confusion, and his vicious expression turned into horror for just a moment.
I saw dozens of elite warriors who were originally fully armed, now lying on the ground in unknown numbers, and in the center of the crowd.
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It’s a lonely figure from behind
"Sure enough, it's you."
Clay's expression changed and he immediately pressed the trigger in his hand.
His movements were neither unpleasant nor quick.
A dazzling flame suddenly erupted from the dark barrel of the gun, and the crosshair of the gun was locked straight on the opponent.
However, the next moment, his expression changed again.
"This gun is very powerful, but the rate of fire is too slow."
He lightly inserted the bullet between his two fingers into Clay's collar.
Clay could still feel the heat generated by the high-speed friction of the bullet.
Clay's panic only lasted for a moment.
The next moment, his rich combat experience made him immediately pull the trigger crazily.
At such a close range, no one could dodge his bullets.
"You are too arrogant" But what Clay was waiting for was not the roar of bullets detonating.
Instead, there was a continuous clicking sound of the firing pin hitting empty space.
"Are you waiting for this anymore?"
Fan curled his lips and raised a magazine in his hand.
Clay's eyes widened, and he realized that the weapon in his hand had long been out of magazine.
How could it be done so quickly?
When did he take away the magazine?
"I didn't go looking for you.
I didn't expect you to come to the door yourself."
Fan smiled coldly and casually crushed the magazine in his hand into a ball of scrap metal.
"This is impossible.
How can you still wake up after you have clearly been confused by your father's thinking?"
"There's so much you don't know."
"I don't believe you can wake up so quickly."
Clay roared angrily, and punched Fan with the only hand he could use.
This punch was not heavy.
Clay's strength was there.
A punch filled with hatred can crack mountains and crack rocks, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can handle.
But the fact is.
Fan is not an ordinary person, before he defeated Aurich.
It is no longer difficult to suppress Clay, but for him now.
This makes it even less of a challenge.
So he wasn't even in a serious mood, almost casually blocking Clay's attack.
"You still haven't made much progress.
It seems that the last lesson didn't make you remember it deeply."
"Damn it, I don't believe it."
Clay punched like crazy.
The wind and afterimages caused pain to people's faces.
Fan could block his attack so easily.
He was already burning with the fire of revenge.
It was a fatal blow to him "In the past, I might have played with you, but now, you show up at the wrong time."
Fan hummed lightly, grabbed hold of Clay's wildly dancing fist shadow without looking at it, Zhong grabbed his body Then give it a gentle squeeze Click The sound of cracking bones Clay suddenly let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
This feeling of having his bones broken by someone is really not something that ordinary people can bear.
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"You can't kill me, my father won't let you go."
At the critical moment of life and death, Kleiner still cared about his face.
He didn't expect that Fan would be so powerful after not seeing each other for a long time.
"your father" "My father is Fronsar.
If you kill me, he will definitely not let you go."
Clay said with a ferocious smile.
As someone who did not participate in the battle immediately, he did not know the actual battle.
All he knew was that Van was hit by Fronsar's confusion and ran away.
"How about it, are you afraid?"
"Afraid" Fan suddenly laughed.
In fact, he rarely laughed out loud in battles.
"He is almost in danger.
Do you think he will care about you?"
"What do you know?
My father is the strongest person in Frosalshuma, the pinnacle."
At this point, as if he had touched some kind of taboo, Clay suddenly stopped talking.
"Peak life."
Fan completed Clay's unfinished words.
"You know peak life" Clay exclaimed.
"Not only do I know that soon, the first peak life will die in my hands."
"What" "Don't worry, your father, the great Duke of Fronsal, will go down to accompany you soon."
"You" Clay only said half of his words, and then he could only make a loud voice.
A red sword blade was inserted diagonally into his lower abdomen, penetrated his lungs, and then passed out from his upper back.
Not a drop of blood flowed from the wound.
After more than ten seconds, Fan gently pulled it out.
The Red Whispering Dragon let Clay's corpse, which looked like a dehydrated mummy, fall heavily to the ground.
After letting out a breath, Fan felt that his strength had indeed increased a bit.
Although it was not as huge as the previous increase, it was still a real improvement.
But in fact, he was not satisfied.
An eighth-level imperial warrior was already too weak for him now.
At this time, a human face quietly poked out from behind Fan.
This beautiful face had a hint of weakness and paleness that just woke up, "Who is it?"
"He's just a little person, there's no need to remember him."
Fan said calmly.
As a core descendant of the largest family in the former empire, in the eyes of Fan at this moment, he was just a lowly person.
If Clay heard this sentence, what would he think?
But I'm afraid he won't have any other ideas.
After all, if he sees that Fan is carrying someone behind his back and easily defeats him, fear will be the only emotion he can feel.
"Big Chief" screamed full of fear.
At this time, he stammered from the mouth of the dumbfounded Mousse.
"We haven't seen each other for a few days.
How did Fan become so strong?
Who is Clay?"
A powerful existence like Origi, and he died here so simply.
"Are you okay?"
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Fan turned sideways slightly.
What Mou Si and the others did was a bit beyond his expectation.
After discovering his whereabouts, he thought they would betray him, but he didn't expect them to be so loyal.
This also provided him with valuable time for timely transfer. .
"After you left, Aurich locked us up and organized us into a slave camp until a few days ago."
Mousse still stuttered in his answer.
Fan nodded after hearing this, "Do you want to leave here?"
Mousse and everyone looked at each other, thinking they had heard wrong, what a joke, they didn't want to leave this damn place for a moment.
"Then follow me, but don't get too close to me.
There will be a big battle later, and you can just leave during the chaos."
"This is" Mousse made up his mind in an instant.
If Van can easily kill Clay with one person on his back, then his strength can no longer be judged by their world view.
Since he said it can be done, then it must be possible.
"Where are we going now?"
the weak Ye Tong asked softly.
Fan Titi held Ye Tong's hand, and an extremely cold light flashed in his cold pupils.
"We will go find whoever hurt you
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