Chapter: 2017

So Zhang Han moved his body and headed into the depths of the ruins.

For every hundred meters forward, there are three to seven small platforms.

According to the law of heaven, there has never been a real dead place, and there is still a saying that a narrow escape, so in this B-level ruins, there is a piece of ground at a certain distance, which can also be said to be a stone platform, like a tree that extends downwards. Pillar.

Moving forward for more than a thousand meters, Zhang Han waited for two minutes every time he stood on the ground.

Unfortunately, the number of flame souls here seems to be very few.

After traveling three kilometers forward, only three of them were encountered.

Adding the previous ones, it was only four.

"Am I in the fringe area again?"

Zhang Han couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

Entering twice and being in the fringe area both times, who the hell did this come from?

"Never mind here."

Zhang Han's eyes were fixed, and his figure quickly swept forward.

In the ruins, time is short and precious, and it would be foolish to waste time in marginal areas.

So Zhang Han kept moving forward. Fortunately, there were some spiritual treasures in the space ring.

Zhang Han didn't care about the consumption of the spirit treasure, and directly absorbed a little energy from the spirit treasure while moving forward, so as to keep his spiritual power at more than 90%.

Go ahead an hour.

The area of ​​the stone platform on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, and some of them can provide more than ten people to stand on it at the same time.

Along the way, Zhang Han absorbed more than a dozen flame souls, and his spiritual consciousness was slowly improving. There was already a small group of thin mist above the sea of ​​consciousness, and it was only a matter of time before they gathered into a cloud.

Sudden.

In the distance on the right front, I saw some warriors standing on a stone platform, constantly defending against the attacks from Flame Soul.

Zhang Han moved his body and walked quickly.

Because beside these people, there are more than ten flame souls with a height of four meters!

From the looks of it, it should have reached the level of the middle stage of the Grandmaster.

Among the fourteen or five people, there is one late stage, four mid-stage masters, and the rest are early-stage grandmasters. Facing nearly twenty mid-stage flame souls, it is a bit miserable.

When he got close, Zhang Han could hear some of their exclamations:

"Soul defense, soul defense, they are going to carry out soul attack again!"

"Pure spiritual attacks have little effect on them, quickly use secret methods and spells."

"Enhance the energy of my defensive shield, come and help me!"

"..."

At first glance, the one holding a small green shield, isn't that the cold protector?