Those who reincarnate must die.

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The moment Skevie died, the remaining five sub-tribes immediately launched a counterattack!

The facade has been torn off, and this is a fight to the death!

However, before their attack could arrive, Zhang Lang had already disappeared again, reappearing behind the small member of the race who was running back and forth, and swiftly brought down his blade!

With a whoosh, the head of the sub-race member fell to the ground, and the portal that had just been half-opened in his hand was instantly annihilated.

After taking down the one most likely to escape, Zhang Lang rushed forward to the strongest member of the clan and slammed his fist down!

The massive rat's right wrist was broken, and although it had taken the medicine, it hadn't fully recovered. Now it could only defend itself with one hand. With a crack, its left forearm was also instantly broken. Zhang Lang's fist, undeterred, slammed into the rat's skull, smashing the huge gray head into its cavity with a soft thud!

As the massive headless corpse crashed to the ground, a series of gunshots rang out, and several bullets struck Zhang Lang, as the sub-clan member wielding dual pistols launched the attack.

He probably knew that ordinary bullets would have difficulty hurting Zhang Lang, so this time he used a special kind of slime bullet. Once it hit, it would immediately explode into a fluffy mass, like countless strands of spider silk, enveloping Zhang Lang inside.

These bullets have strong restraining capabilities, but they cannot restrain Zhang Lang, who possesses terrifying strength and divine weapon skills. He broke free of the restraints in no time and charged towards his opponent.

Just as Zhang Lang's chop was about to strike, the sub-clan figure suddenly disappeared. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Lang felt an attack from behind, and his body was once again covered in annoying silk threads.

Teleportation ability? Zhang Lang broke free of his restraints and activated Void Moon Step, charging towards his opponent in a zigzag trajectory. Even so, he was still frequently hit. However, his speed was too fast; the cooling speed of the slime simply couldn't keep up. It only stretched and spread behind him, like a bride's wedding dress.

puff!

The clansman who fired the shot was eventually caught by Zhang Lang, who stabbed him in the abdomen with a hand chop.

"Tracking bullets, huh?" Zhang Lang scoffed. "No wonder you're such a good shot."

After saying that, he exerted force with his palm and split the enemy in front of him in two.

At the same time, Zhang Lang heard a rustling sound. He turned his head and saw that the guy who could turn into sand was trying to escape through the crack in the door!

Zhang Lang sneered, rushed forward, and grabbed the sand-like body that was still on this side of the door.

The moment Zhang Lang touched the sand, his body was forcibly restored. The problem was that half of his body had already turned into sand outside the door. The forced restoration meant that he was trapped in a door crack less than a centimeter wide, his spine immediately broke, his internal organs shifted, and blood flowed down the crack.

Even so, Zhang Lang was still not satisfied. He raised his hand and chopped the door and the door together to ensure that nothing went wrong.

At this point, only one sub-clan remained.

Zhang Lang turned around and frowned in confusion.

The last survivor neither ran away nor fought back. Instead, he stood there, stretching out his hands to Zhang Lang, his brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his whole body trembling, as if he couldn't defecate.

Zhang Lang blinked. He remembered that this guy only had one competition event, which seemed to be a mental arithmetic contest with him.

With his water attribute increased to nearly 300 points, Zhang Lang wouldn't dare say he had become smarter, but in terms of hard skills like memory, calculation ability, and reaction speed, he had indeed reached a superhuman level. In simple arithmetic operations, even a calculator might not be as fast as him. Coupled with his bullet time and concentration abilities, he naturally won that competition with ease.

So it seems this last guy is primarily focused on water-based magic? Why isn't he throwing out any spells and just standing there doing crazy things?

"Stop him!" Catherine shouted from afar, data flashing in her glasses: "This guy is using mental abilities; he's trying to attack your soul directly. Even if your physical body is incredibly strong, it's still extremely dangerous against a powerful mental attack!"

Zhang Lang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled and walked towards the last member of the clan.

As he drew closer, the clansman trembled more and more violently. When Zhang Lang stood before him, blood even gushed from the man's dark nose.

Zhang Lang shook his head and raised his hand to end his life. The poor hero, skilled in mental attacks, died without understanding why his all-out attack had no effect whatsoever.

Having dealt with all the sub-clan members, Zhang Lang turned around and looked at the people at Altar 241.

The enemy was defeated, and these reincarnators should have been cheering, but for some reason, when Zhang Lang's gaze swept over them, they all shivered for no reason and fell silent instantly.

Zhang Lang slowly walked back to Xiao Mo's side and looked at the spoils of war scattered all over the ground.

A small portion of this was bets placed by the sub-clan, but most of it consisted of items that Altar 241 lost to the other side.

Looking at their former weapons and equipment laid out on the ground, the people at Altar 241 had complex expressions.

Especially Ning Chengyu, the once arrogant young master, now looked like a wilted eggplant, sitting in the corner, dejected and with his head down, but his eyes were still fixed on his treasured sword.

Zhang Lang sighed: "You have a merchant, right? Let him come out and trade all these things back home!"

"What?!" The people at Altar 241 could hardly believe their ears. "You mean, you're going to return all this equipment to us?"

"What? You don't want it?"

"No, no, no, no..." Everyone was overjoyed and hurriedly came forward to claim their belongings. The only merchant in the group was even pulled to the front by everyone.

However, this guy did have some sense; he was the first to pick up the unique treasured sword and scurried over to Ning Chengyu's side.

"Young master, your knife is back!"

Ning Chengyu glanced at him, then at the knife, but did not take it. Instead, he stood up and walked to Zhang Lang.

"This knife is yours!" Ning Chengyu looked into Zhang Lang's eyes. "And all this equipment, you earned it all through your own strength, it should all belong to you!"

Upon hearing this, the other reincarnators immediately looked miserable, thinking to themselves, "You're so arrogant, don't drag us into it! You're just a young master; if anyone else dared to act so cocky, they would definitely get a beating!"

Zhang Lang looked at this young master Ning with some surprise. Even after his crushing defeat, he still maintained his self-respect and pride, refusing to accept charity from others.

He's a bit naive and a bit cheeky, but Zhang Lang doesn't dislike this kind of person.

"You said it yourself, these things are mine, so it's my prerogative to do what I want with them and give them to whomever I want, right?"