Qin Yu's words made He Lun stunned for a moment, and then he felt overjoyed.

If he could not risk his life with this monster, he would naturally be 100% willing to do so.

He carefully crossed in front of Qin Yu and prepared to go to the exit.

Seeing Qin Yu's head lowered and motionless, He Lun's expression suddenly paused.

Something is wrong. Why is this guy so dull?

And has your body shape shrunk a lot? She's completely thin and out of shape.

Moreover, this guy was not only leaning against the wall, but also had to use two arms to support the wall.

Could he be...

Looking at the fire of purgatory that is still burning in Qin Yu's body, constantly burning away the power of life.

There is also a bloody mist on his body that has faded a lot.

He Lun, who walked by Qin Yu, turned his back to Qin Yu, his eyes gradually narrowed.

If this monster was still in its prime, he would not dare to provoke He Lun even if he was killed.

But if what I expected was true, this monster had really been burned to death.

Then man will die for wealth, and birds will die for food.

How could He Lun, who was just licking blood from the tip of a knife, be willing to give up a treasure like the Pearl of Immortality?

The palms of his hands gradually tightened, and a large amount of energy in his body gathered crazily towards the blade.

The moment he completely missed Qin Yu, He Lun's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, and he slashed out with his backhand.

However, the moment he turned around and drew the sword, He Lun's murderous eyes suddenly widened.

Because at the same time as he drew his sword, the fire-bathing monster behind him also raised his hand and waved a claw with a ferocious expression, and blocked his neck with both arms in advance.

There was a flash of cold light, followed by two clicks, and the tomb passage fell into silence.

Qin Yu's two arms, which had been completely hollowed out by the flames and blood-boiling abilities, were neatly broken off with the cold light and hit the ground heavily.

Helun, on the other hand, staggered back and let go of his weapon, then violently covered his neck.

But before he could tighten his grip, several traces of blood appeared on his body.

The next second, the bodies were scattered on the ground, and the heads bounced out.

Ignoring his broken arms, Qin Yu slowly lowered his claws, leaned heavily on the wall again, and even slowly sat down.

"I knew you would attack me secretly, but I am useless, but I want to kill you... that's enough."

With heavy breathing, Qin Yu finally turned off the power of blood boiling.

The next moment, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. He actually felt weak all over his body, and his eyes were turning black as the world was spinning.

A feeling of weakness, an unprecedented feeling of weakness.

This is not just the burning effect of blood boiling.

What's more is the damage caused by this strange flame on his body.

They crazily ate away at Qin Yu's body energy, causing the self-healing power to completely lose its effect.

The most important thing is that Qin Yu still doesn't know how to extinguish them.

Covering his forehead with one hand, Qin Yu frowned in distress. At the same time, he did not forget to absorb the soul of He Lun, wanting to see if doing so could help him break through the flames.

It's a pity that it is useless. The flame burns as it should, without any sign of extinguishing.

In fact, He Lun's death was very tragic. If he had not chosen to fall out on the spot, he would have just delayed it for a while.

Then Qin Yu, who was almost out of blood to burn, would have to forcibly remove the power of blood boiling.

At that time, Qin Yu is definitely no match for He Lun, a sixth-level warrior.

But He Lun was so stubborn that he had to choose to fight Qin Yu when he was at his strongest. It would be weird if he didn't die.

Yes, it was the most powerful period.

Don't look at it. Qin Yu has lost several pounds just now and is so wobbly that he can't even stand firmly.

But as the blood boiled for a long time, Qin Yu's state just now was actually even more terrifying than when he first turned on this ability.

After all, the blood is boiling, and the more the blood is burned, the more the strength will increase. It is a typical type of fighting that makes you braver. The only flaw is that you will sacrifice your physical strength and self-healing strength.

At the beginning, even if Qin Yu used this move, he would still be on par with He Lun in terms of speed.

But in the instant duel just now, He Lun was unable to retract his strength due to the full force of his attack, and was immediately defeated by Qin Yu.

The sound of burning continued, and Qin Yu, whose eyes were getting darker and darker, looked at his body that had begun to become skinny and bones. He was struggling to get up, but he was suddenly stunned.

As if sensing something, he turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the tunnel.

The next moment, the corners of Qin Yu's mouth turned up, revealing a ferocious smile in the flames.

"Good brother, I forgot about you. It's really interesting to help me at this time."

Slowly pressing his heart with one hand, the red light in Qin Yu's eyes gradually extinguished.

"As a brother... I owe you a favor."

Click!

With a crisp sound, Qin Yu's chest was covered with cracks, and the cracks quickly spread towards his body.

In just two seconds, Qin Yu's whole body was already covered in cracks like broken glass.

And among those cracks, you can still see the gradually dimming red light.

There was a slight pause for half a second, followed by a muffled sound.

Qin Yu, who was sitting on the ground with his head lowered, suddenly exploded.

Sparks flew all over the sky, and a large amount of blood mist broke through the flames and spread out in all directions.

One of the blood mist dissolved in the air and flew out into the distance.

At the same time, at the moment Qin Yu committed suicide, a chase was also taking place in the tunnel in the distance.

Carlo Heka, covered in wounds, stumbled around the corner and ran towards the distance.

Almost as soon as he rushed out, intensive gunshots rang out from behind.

A dozen scavengers armed with firearms, led by the three Bulb Dog brothers, angrily chased from behind, cursing and yelling as they chased.

One of them raised his hand and threw out a double-edged flying knife. The flying knife spiraled out and flew against the ground. After flexibly going around the corner, it instantly left a wound on Carlo Heka's back.

This move was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Carlo Heka fell heavily to the ground, bleeding all over his body.

Turning around with difficulty and looking at the people approaching in a menacing manner, Carlo Heka struggled and tried to distance himself from them.

Seeing his embarrassed look, the three Bulb Dog brothers narrowed their eyes with murderous intent boiling in them.

"Hand over your stuff!"

"Ahem, you dare to steal my things, aren't you afraid that my brother will come back and cause trouble for you?"

"Sell that thing and we'll just fly away. Who cares if he causes trouble or not."

The third brother of the Bulb Dog Brothers wiped the steel knife in his hand and frowned.

"Hornbull, you are a veteran, how come you don't even have the most basic common sense? That's not your thing, why are you trying so hard!"

Carlo Heka was stunned when he heard this, leaning against the wall and slowly shaking his head.

"He is different from us."

"What?"

"He is not one of us. He will trust me. He has always believed in me, even if he knows that I am using him. Have you ever been trusted by others? Do you still remember what it feels like to be trusted by others?"

Carlo Heka stood up slowly holding the gun, unable to open an eye, and raised the weapon with difficulty.

"I promised him! I will give him half of the money! I will do what I say!"

The lightbulb dog shook his head when he heard this, said nothing more, and directly drew his weapon.

Scavengers have seen this situation more or less like Carlo Heka.

The long period of displacement and intrigue have already made the scavengers physically and mentally exhausted.

Suddenly I meet a newbie who is not a waste picker, or has just become a waste picker, and I have full trust in myself.

This will cause some scavengers to misunderstand and mistakenly believe that they can reintegrate into the ethnic group and get rid of their identity as scavengers and start a new life.

But is this possible? Ever since he betrayed the tribe and was abandoned by the tribe.

A scavenger is destined to remain a scavenger forever.

He stepped forward and three running brothers rushed at him with knives.

Unexpectedly, Carlo Heka, who had run out of ammunition and food, suddenly groaned, couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and even dropped the dagger in his hand.

This sudden movement startled the three brothers, but it did not affect their attacks at all.

"Die!"

Amidst the roar, the weapons of the three men were chopped down.

However, with a crisp sound, these three fallen weapons were directly held by a bloody arm.

The sharp blade slashed at it, not to mention breaking through the defense, it couldn't even leave a scratch.

Amid the shocked expressions of the three Bulb Dog brothers and other scavengers, a hoarse voice sounded from their side.
Chapter completed!