A thousand planet-level ninth-level brood warriors combined with tens of thousands of planet-level first-class brood warriors can withstand a stellar-level first-level demon clan strongman, but can they withstand a stellar-level monster warrior?

A fifth-level? Sixth-level? Or even a ninth-level expert?

It is definitely not possible. After all, no matter how many there are, it is still a scattered force, and the weakest star-level first-level strongman is dozens of times stronger than the planet-level ninth-level strongman with multiple times of the same combat power.

At a lower level, the strength will double again. A strong person of the third level of the star level will have a hundred times more strength than the ninth level of the planet level. Facing such a strong person, even thousands of the ninth level of the planet level are useless.

Maybe tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands would be useful.

Of course, it would be different if there was a treasure like a formation diagram that condensed individual strength.

Or if you have a high-level laser gun, you can also kill stronger enemies.

However, these two treasures, without exception, require a large amount of wealth to obtain.

"Next time the monster wave comes, go all out!" Lan Feng's eyes were firm.

It has been more than three months since the last demon tide. Perhaps because the last demon tide was larger in scale and approached the first-level demon tide, the interval between demon tides this time is relatively long.

But no matter how long it takes, judging from the previous frequency, a demon tide will inevitably occur in a few months at the earliest. It may be a third-level demon tide, or it may be a second-level demon tide.

Perhaps because he had a clear mind, an open mind, and a clear mind, Lan Fengfuling was so thoughtful that he allowed his virtual intelligent life beta to immediately connect to the virtual universe.

Killing field, killing space.

In the boundless world of glaciers.

Lan Feng fought wantonly with a planet-level ninth-level ice-based human race expert.

The aftermath of the terrifying power exploded thousands of glaciers.

At a certain moment, Lan Feng, who was immersed in the battle, felt something in his heart. He moved the spear in his hand forward, and three illusory gun shadows appeared.

The next moment, three illusory gun shadows carried the ice gene energy that Lan Feng crazily filled, and condensed into a blue ice gun more than three meters long.

The ordinary blue ice spear traced a beautiful dream-like arc, and penetrated the chest of the strong ice man with one blow, killing him on the spot.

The third level of phantom marksmanship, successfully understood!
Chapter completed!