3061 Thugs from the West Wilderness (1)
One day later.
Han Fei and the others had turned into a six-person team and were setting off towards the Treasure Hammer Mountain.
Perhaps it was Han Fei's illusion, but he felt that the treasure drop rate of the God Ferrying Ancient Land was too high. He had only walked through two treasure troves, but two Nature Spiritual Treasures had appeared, and their quality was quite high.
More importantly, he hadn't used the Vast Ocean Navigator yet.
Although there were relatively few treasures left behind by the gods in the Treasure Hammer Mountain, and only two hadn't been excavated, Han Fei didn't intend to let them go.
However, at this moment, the Treasure Hammer Mountain had become a bloody killing ground.
A group of thirty-two bandits were gathered here.
Le Renkuang and a ferocious man, a woman in animal skins, and an elegant man were sitting in front of a big pot, eating heartily. Inside the pot was a huge ancient demonic elephant that had been deboned. The meat in the pot was fragrant and shining.
Beside Le Renkuang, a black broadsword was flying, shining with brilliance.
On the periphery, thousands of people surrounded the Treasure Hammer Mountain. In a battlefield, 28 bandits were fighting crazily against more than three hundred strong masters of the Ancient Demon Race.
"Pfft!"
Someone killed an ancient demon expert with an axe. With a ferocious look, he laughed out loud. "Trash of the Ancient Demon Race, is this all you've got?"
Someone was carrying a pair of meteor hammers that were as big as themselves. Every time the hammers fell, they were like stars falling. At this moment, his body was dripping with blood, stained with the enemy's blood.
Someone's iron fists were like spiritual treasures, tearing apart mountains and stones. No one who was approached by him could resist his three attacks.
The so-called number one general of the Ancient Demon Race was also in this violent battle. However, he, who was on the God Roll of the Carefree Level, could only barely hold back a bandit.
Yang Zhan burst into fury. "You bandits of the West Wilderness! How dare you slaughter our experts? You're not hunting for treasures but killing!"
"Puff ~"
The tomboy who was gnawing on the bones laughed. "Idiot, you're right. You Ancient Demons are exactly who we want to kill."
Le Renkuang, on the other hand, flicked his finger on the black broadsword next to him. With a clang, the sound spread out.
Le Renkuang shouted, "The spiritual treasure of the Treasure Hammer Mountain has already appeared. Why don't you come and snatch it? Are all the Heavenly Talents of the Sea Realm as useless as you? You don't even dare to snatch the spiritual treasure?"
Many onlookers looked solemn and seemed to be hesitating.
Someone said to each other via voice transmission, Isn't this God Slaying Bandit a little too arrogant and domineering? Thirty people against more than three hundred people, and he still dares to provoke us?
Someone said, "What do you know? We're just waiting for these people to exhaust themselves. The God Slaying Bandits are indeed powerful, but no matter how strong they are, there is a limit. They can't continue fighting endlessly."
Someone echoed, "That's right. There's no need to fight the God Slaying Bandits now. The probability of death is a little high."
Someone responded, "Do you dare to fight them? These bandits from the West Wilderness are not kind-hearted. Countless souls have died under their hands."
