Zhifeng looked solemn, and he punched out with bare hands.

Huge fist shadows swept through, and also penetrated through the dense phantoms, and the attack failed.

“What are these?”

"Pretending to be a god, you can kill you once while alive, and you can kill you a second time even if you die. Pour oil and light the fire!"

Buckets of hot oil were poured down, and after the rocket was shot, the fire burned instantly.

However, what frightened the soldiers of the Southern Xinjiang Army who were fighting with the choke and the terror was that these phantoms were still unaffected and walked out of the fire step by step.

"Give me back my life!"

"Please spare me!"

"I want to go home..."

The messy sound seemed to be resounding in the heart.

"Damn it! What the hell is it?"

"Is it an illusion?"

Because the attack was invalid, everyone stopped attacking.

I watched these phantoms reach the choke.

Then, these phantoms began to climb the wall.

They are like living people and cannot climb up at all, but they can be stacked together.

One person stacks one person, forming a human ladder.

The sword slashes are still ineffective.

Until these phantoms climbed into the choke.

They stumbled towards the soldiers of the Southern Xinjiang Army.

"I don't want to die, please spare me..."

There was a constant whine, and the first phantom to rush up to the choke gate rushed towards a soldier.

The next second, the phantom disappeared, and the Southern Army soldier's eyes appeared bloody and he made a whimpering cry.

"Xiaolou! Xiaolou are you okay?"

The soldier's comrade asked quickly.

"I don't want to die..."

The soldier cried, raised the long knife in his hand, put it on his neck, and wiped it hard.

Blood splashed and the soldier fell to the ground and died.
Chapter completed!