On the rushing river, a large number of large wooden rafts were floating with raging fire, and the sheep-headed demon clones on the wooden rafts were constantly engulfed by the merciless water and fire with a miserable howl.

Downstream of the bend, Zagara's pre-arranged barrage took effect, and a large number of floating islands of fungus carpet mixed with dirt blocked the way down the river of the Demon Legion fleet.

The high-level Evil Pact Practitioners were already a little panicked, and some of them tried to direct the sheep-headed demons on the wooden raft behind them to rush to the beach, but the complex skills of manipulating this simple wooden raft were obviously beyond the upper limit of the IQ of the low-level demon clones like the sheep-headed demon.

What's more, these high-level evil pacters also have their own troubles.

The team of professional legionnaires brought by the legendary Assassin Evan was not here to see the show, they were all squad leader-level figures in the council guard legion, elite high-level professionals with an average level of 80 or more.

Evan brought them in to deal with the high-ranking Evil Pacters.

In the case of normal one-on-one heads-up, due to the characteristics of the evil contract, the duel between the peer and the professional generally ends with the professional winning.

The higher the level of this situation, the more obvious it is, because the evil contract is not the right path of this world after all, it is just a little bit of the skin that the three demons have stolen from the will of the world of this world.

The further back this bit goes, the more difficult it is to help the Evil Pact, which is why the path of the Evil Pact becomes narrower and narrower in the later stages.

Many Legendary Evil Pact Practitioners directly took their legendary bodies to serve Hell, and the real level 40 turned to the Evil Pact, and there are very few people who can achieve high goals in the end, and they are basically people from several large Evil Pact families.

In order to broaden the path for themselves and the descendants of their clan, these people did not hesitate to trade with the three demon gods with the souls of their entire clan, the most typical of which was the Spencer family, who were loyal to hell.

In addition to these families who have received special care from the Demon Gods, the other Evil Covenanters must accept the price of doing twice the work with half the effort on the path of cultivation.

Most of the evil pact's combat power is not as good as that of professionals, and their number is much smaller than that of professionals, so they can only hug the thighs of hell tightly, pinching and kneading them at the mercy of others.

But in this situation, the thigh of hell is no longer reliable—those sheep-headed demons have now truly become mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and they can't protect themselves.

So these high-level evil pacters can only save themselves now.

When the pros of the Legion of the Council Guard pounced on the boat from the riverbank, the fellows were quick to respond.

Instead of fighting the pros in a small wooden boat, they used various skills to create a large frozen floating island on the river, which washed down the river to the bend, and the evil pact on it tried every means to get it stranded on the shore.

Of course, the pros of the Council Guard Legion followed after them, and with the cover and help of the swarm, they successfully blocked them in front of the jungle.

A great battle broke out between the two sides in an instant, and the whistling of spells and the clashing of weapons were endless.

On the side of the swarm, the wooden rafts on the river that were blocked by the barrage were connected on the surface of the river, and several wooden rafts were slowly squeezed to the banks on both sides along the current, and the sheep-headed demons on the rafts immediately launched a counterattack along these rafts to the swarm of insects on the riverbank.

But no sooner had their ugly hooves stepped on the shore than a row of sharp blades, like spear traps in some ancient tomb, lifted from the sand beneath their feet, and the spinning snakes' spiny needles were concentrated on the rows like heavy machine-gun bullets.

The sheep-headed demons who rushed to the front were immediately torn to shreds by the dense explosion of needles and bone blades rising from their feet.

At the same time, Zagala changed his strategy and began to concentrate his spear hunters on the cliffs to help the pros on the other side of the shore eliminate their opponents, while the saboteurs used corrosive scorching bile cannonballs to quickly destroy the wooden rafts that were crowded to the shore.

At the same time, exterminators, cockroaches and hoppers were sent to the front line to deal with the sporadic rush of the enemy from the fire curtain.

The projector projected a large number of poisonous explosions and the new generation of mutants hatched by the infected directly into the center of the "Wooden Row Island", and a violent green explosion continued to explode in the sheep-headed demon group.

The new generation of mutants has not lost their ranged attack capabilities, and these terrifying-looking monsters can now achieve maximum damage by shooting sharp bone needles from the shoulder in a single shot.

These mutants appeared along with the gap area where the poisonous explosion insects exploded, using their blade-like claws to set off a bloody storm in the sheep-headed demon group, although it didn't take long for the reacting sheep-headed demon to quickly use the sharp axe in his hand to split the mutants, but these units that didn't need money were even earned as long as they could kill a sheep-headed demon as a backing swarm.

Under the full suppression of the swarm's firepower, the sheep-headed demons who lacked long-range means of fighting back could only be beaten passively, and the communication shield of the node king insect had already shrouded this area, which made it completely impossible for these demon clones to call the monster projections in the jungle to help.

The lurkers lurking in the sand on the shore and the sour bile shells that continue to fall make it miserable for the sheep-headed demons who try to rush ashore, but staying on the island can only serve as a living target for the stinging snakes.

This dilemma is completely beyond the limits of the intelligence of the demon clones, and they are no better than a rabble without a command.

On the other side, with the fire support of the spear hunters, the professionals of the Council Guard Legion were as fierce as evil tigers, and the high-level evil pact who completely let go of their hands and feet to fight called Maye.

On the other hand, they were only shackled by the fire of the spear hunters, who were so strong that they could penetrate the thorny spears of the five people hugging the big tree from a distance of a thousand meters, and the evil covenanters who were not professional opponents in the first place were now in a dilemma where there was no way to enter the heavens and no way to enter the earth.

In less than ten minutes, five of the sixteen high-level evil deeds were hung up, and the remaining eleven were completely exhausted.

There is no such thing as surrender between the evil pact and the professional, and the only way to meet the two sides is to live or die.

So despite all the Evil Pact shouting MMP in their hearts, none of them mentioned surrender.

They all knew that even if they did, they would not be accepted, because from the moment they betrayed the Holy Covenant, they had no turning back, and the Holy Covenant could be cut off, but they had never heard of anyone who could reconnect after the partition.

Just when the group of evil covenanters fell into the abyss of despair and could not extricate themselves, a heaven-shattering roar suddenly erupted in the middle of the river, and then a giant with a body height of more than twenty meters and a body covered with silver-white skin suddenly stood up from the middle of the river!

The giant raised his head and let out a roar of rage, and the silver light on his hands flashed, and two silver-glazed two-handed axes appeared in his hands.

The water in this bay is not deep, but it is more than ten meters, and this giant can actually poke out his body from the surface of the river, which shows how tall he is.

The moment the silver-white giant appeared, a pitch-black shadow also flashed out of the water, and the Assassin Evan appeared in the shadows.

He stared at the behemoth in front of him with unkind eyes, and gently shook his right hand, which was a little numb.

"It's the primordial form of Kuya-sama! Brothers! Hold on! Mistress Kuya will definitely take us out! ”