Chapter: 4383

They headed forward and went straight to attack Zhang Han.

"Dad, there are so many of them!"

Mengmeng was startled.

The little princess was very nervous at first, but as time went by, she realized that the person in the back couldn't do anything about it. With Zhang Han's words of comfort and confidence, she was relieved, and now dozens of people came to meet her. , menacing, could not help but a little worried.

"It's just a bunch of dogs, watch Dad kill the enemy."

A cold light flashed in Zhang Han's eyes.

The fifth form of the demon, the blood seal!

Crash.

In an instant, a complex blood-red imprint appeared out of thin air, covering the incoming Elder Feng with an incomparably mysterious aura.

They suddenly felt that the energy and blood in their bodies seemed to be out of control, and even the attacks they had made had dissipated, like blood flowing backwards. It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling, dizziness.

At any rate, Elder Feng was in the late stage of Jindan, and he could still maintain his movements. He hurriedly took out three defensive spirit treasures, and the others moved three points slower than him.

at this time.

Ghost soldiers are here!

Puff puff puff...

Instantly harvested more than 20 people.

Then Zhang Han dissipated his magical powers, and when they didn't react, they quickly flew over from the side.

Although Zhang Han can continue to use his magical powers to kill them all, these few people are not worth Zhang Han's waste of spiritual power.

With such frequent moves, Zhang Han's spiritual power has also been reduced to 60%. Even if there are pills to eat, it is a bit difficult to make ends meet.

hiss!

Elder Feng, who led the team, was in a tragedy, completely confused.

Li Qingyan's pupils shrank, and she was gasping for breath. She really didn't expect that after such a high-intensity battle, he was still so vigorous. Could it be that he is also at the peak of Jindan?

No, impossible.

If it was Jindan Peak, then he would not have escaped so resolutely.

"Ahhh!"

Elder Feng's furious roar sounded from the rear, leading a few lonely people to chase after him, but the speed was not as fast as them, and they disappeared into the distant sky in a short while.

There are only a few people left behind.

Mengmeng relaxes:

"Dad, why are they chasing us so persistently?"

"Maybe the head is broken." Zhang Han replied.

Judging by his aura, he still looks at ease.