The White Shadow Chief's gaze at the night was filled with hatred and horror, and it couldn't understand why this demon had found itself so quickly.

From the perspective of the night, a spell light that only he could see gradually dimmed, peeling away from the White Shadow Chief, of course, this was an energy fluctuation that the 'Children of Fear' could not detect, and the night would not deliberately explain anything.

After a brief moment of panic, the White Shadow Chief let out a high-pitched roar, hoarse, containing the most extreme anger.

From the perspective of the night, around the chief of the white shadow, groups of data are increasing abnormally, and the results observed with the naked eye are the phenomenon of unjust souls surrounded by dead black and gray.

[Possessed by Evil Spirits], the more unjust souls you entangle, the higher the attribute value you get.

However, this exchange is not gratuitous, and only four of the five dimensions are capable of growth, and the sacrifice is spirituality.

In the end of this transaction, even the soul will be surrendered to the possession and devouring of resentment, until the self is completely lost.

From the eyes of the White Shadow Chief full of extreme hatred, the night knew that in order to avenge himself, this 'child of fear' had paid a price that he might never be able to replace.

"Hatred... Pain..."

Chief White Shadow's throat let out a grunting sound, similar to the boiling sound produced by sulfuric acid eroding metal.

Holding a huge spear in his hand that had been glued together with flesh and bones, step by step, he took the lead in attacking before the night could move.

"Die!"

Like a roaring beast, the White Shadow Chief swooped over, swinging his huge spear blocked by the sword of Beowulf summoned by the Night's Fingers, and in the next moment, the Child of Dread directly let go of his weapon and flew out, looking like a demon.

Cangye lightly avoided the beast's bite, and at the same time, his left hand was up, his two fingers were together, and the scales flew back and forth, and he was caught off guard by the sword, and the white shadow chief was completely pierced through the lower abdomen.

Protruding from the other end of his body, the scales were like an unruly dragon, the tip of the knife trembling.

Before the White Shadow Chief could react, Nightnight pointed forward, and the Plaguebringer swirled, severing the Achilles tendon of one of the Dreadchildren's legs, and instantly dismantling most of its mobility.

The enemy took the lead, and was wounded twice, and the beast roared in vain, and in exchange for this, it was only a more intensified attack in the night.

After three consecutive rounds of blows, the White Shadow Chief was gradually cornered and faced death again, and the 'Child of Fear' reacted extremely hysterically:

"No, I don't want to go through it a second time!"

What exactly is the ball of light that has been separated since the first death, and what has the White Shadow Chief experienced to have such a terrifying reaction.

The only thing known is that the resurrection of the 'Children of Fear' will come at an unimaginable cost.

Suddenly, the temperature around him began to drop sharply, centered on the White Shadow Chief, and the hazy mist began to spread, showing a bone-like color.

The intense fear and anger aroused the 'Children of Fear' to survive even stronger, attracting countless moths to the flames in the dead spiritual realm, scrambling to pour into this already decaying body.

[Dead Qi Entanglement] and [Evil Spirit Possession], the two skills were forced to suppress the layers of injuries accumulated by the tired battle under the reckless urging of the White Shadow Chief, and temporarily came to the offender with a posture of 20% more than the peak.

The purpose of the night has been achieved, and under the endless persecution, the White Shadow Chief has finally been able to exert his combat power beyond the limit.

The Chief of the 'Children of Fear', armed with a bloody spear, forced the slaughter at a faster speed, and the speed was like a ghost, leaving a lot of vivid afterimages on the field.

If the opponent is really an ordinary person, it may not be possible to tell its true position because of this.

Falling into the killing net, Cangye's body remained immovable, his hands behind his back, and the three sharp weapons flew out until they stood out from the battlefield of the two.

The mental value has been reduced to the lowest level, and the current Chief White Shadow is like a serious patient with madness, and he has long stopped thinking, and only one simple thought is left in his mind:

Stab this hateful bastard in front of you!

The body is like this, not dodging or dodging, allowing the enemy to get closer, breaking through the safe range layer by layer, until the tip of the gun is against his chest, and he does not deviate from his footsteps, even if it is only a slight.

However, the tip of the spear stopped there, and the White Shadow Chief's eyes widened, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.

But in reality, it didn't see anything, and it didn't have the opportunity to see it.

A dull blade poked through the wound that had pierced through the scales, and once again dealt an even more severe blow to the 'child of fear'.

The initiator never appeared, and the black knife seemed to be suspended out of thin air, as if it was the result of the Qi Imperial Sword, but in fact, in the name of the night itself, the posture of standing with his hands could not control the weapon.

Ho-ho sound came from the throat, and it was so badly injured that the White Shadow Chief couldn't even move, and wisps of green smoke slowly floated out of its abdomen, as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid.

Finally, the screams that had been suppressed for a long time roared out of the mouth of the White Shadow Chief, and they were terrible.

The black knife slowly stirred in its abdomen, slowly pulling it out from its back, and saw the White Shadow Chief involuntarily kneel to the ground, his body bent down in pain, almost facing his lower limbs, and his head sinking deep into the earth.

At this moment, a brilliant and dazzling light fluttered like a curtain behind the Chief White Shadow, and under the cascading hazy feeling created, a figure loomed, and it was this figure that stepped on the back of the Chief of the 'Children of Dread', and stomped its head into the ground, inflicting the worst trampling on it.

However, this seemingly arrogant person just thinks that it is more convenient to draw a knife with this action.

The black knife slowly withdrew from the lower abdomen of the White Shadow Chief, and a burst of divine white rushed out from the wound, and wherever it passed, the dead qi was purified in an instant as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

This is the purest energy that comes from the human heart, and this is the Light.

The residual pain gnawed at the White Shadow Chief's desperate heart, and in the face of death, the beastly instinct caused the Child of Dread to leap over, his gaze randomly shifting behind him.

In the last moments of its life, it only wants to see the face that sends itself to death.

The moment he turned around, the black knife flew through the chief's neck, cutting off the head in the most graceful gesture, as if it had picked up a few cherry blossoms.

The skull rolled in the air, and what remained at the end of those pair of pupils was a strong and extreme hatred, and a confusion that penetrated the soul.

In the last moments of his life, all the White Shadow Chief saw was a flickering light, so dazzling that there was no variegated light!