Bug Master In Doomsday

Although Tier 6 powerhouses are much more powerful than Tier 5, there is a clear gap in the face of superpowers of the same tier.

This shadow squad, ranked first in the entire shadow team, is directly commanded by Ghost No. 5, and each member is a Tier 6 top elite. It is no exaggeration to say that it is one enemy ten.

But what about the Tier 6 warriors in this group of aliens? ! How many are they in total? How many life-and-death fights have you experienced from the first to the sixth?

You must know that every selected shadow man in black is an elite among the elite, and each is a cruel killer who has survived hundreds of life and death fights.

"Please! Forgive me, I will give you all the wealth of the clan!" An alien from a foreign clan knelt in front of a man in black in panic and despair.

The man in black wearing a half-worm-patterned evil spirit mask narrowed his cold eyes, waved a long and narrow samurai sword with one hand, and a big head gushing with blood rose into the sky.

A pair of unwilling eyes glared on that sudden face, as if accusing the man in black why he wanted to kill him, and he gave everything he could.

"Captain! All the fifth and sixth ranks of strangers are killed! Nothing is left out!"

Guiying listened to the report of his subordinates, nodded, and walked silently to the front of a middle-aged stranger.

This stranger was full of horror, extremely embarrassed, only the feather crown he wore on his head also showed his identity, and the strength of an alien leader was only Tier 4, which is really ridiculous.

"Are you the leader of this alien race?! You want to kill all the members of our organization?! Huh?"

The ghost jokingly patted the middle-aged leader's cheek with the blood-stained samurai sword, disdainful, contemptuous, and mocking. As if looking down at an ant, the kneeling middle-aged leader burst into an angry flame.

"Don't deceive too much!" He knelt and raised his head, gritting his teeth and vomiting out almost every word like weeping blood.

Hearing this, the ghost image seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke. He raised his head and laughed wildly. After a full laugh for ten seconds, he stopped his voice.

He patted the middle-aged leader on the cheek again with the blade, and sneered: "Do you know? I don't even bother to kill you with your strength. Killing you is an insult to our Shadow Team!"

"I can tell you plainly, behind this monster is our insect group, what can you do with us? Are you going to say thirty years in the east and thirty years in the hexi, don't bully the young and poor!"

"It's a pity, you don't have this opportunity, and your entire alien race doesn't have this opportunity. Some of you will be sent as slaves to dig pits, and some will be used as consumables for some kind of experiment. Everyone will escape. But, you alien is over!"

Ghost Ying's eyes gradually became cold, and he lifted the collar of the middle-aged leader with one hand, dragging him easily like a dead dog.

A bonfire with several people high was burning. The middle-aged leader looked at the approaching bonfire, as if he had a foreboding, his whole body was limp and collapsed.

"I...I... don't want to die!" The ghost cast a cold glance at the middle-aged leader who said loudly, and threw him directly into the bonfire with no expression. ‘Bang~Teng! The bonfire was smashed out of a pit, and the scorching flame immediately covered his body.

"Ahhhhh!!" A painful roar came from it, and a fire man struggled to get out of the campfire.

But often when he walked a few steps, he was thrown into the raging fire again by the ghost that did not fear the flame.