After tripping Luo Huo, the undead turned around and floated deeper into the sewer, and ran away after the fight. It was so exciting.

But not far away, the two ghosts drilled into the sewer, radiating soul waves outwards, floating by like two large light bulbs.

This kind of ghost has very strong soul perception ability, and they also actively launch soul fluctuations, just like an active radar, wherever they pass, they can see it in vain. As long as there is a trace of soul fluctuations, they can discover it.

The only disadvantage is that the survival time is relatively short, and when the soul fluctuates the most intensely, it can only survive for about a few dozen seconds.

But in the dark sewer, this is enough.

The undead's heart sank. He first made a move. Two shadow arrows shot the ghost and then turned around and floated forward at a faster speed.

The ghost was shot just to prevent the other party from detecting him, but his whereabouts must be exposed, so he must leave the sewer quickly.

At this moment, a slab above the head suddenly pierced into a shadow-like thorn, rubbing the body of the undead.

The undead was so scared that he stepped back, and saw the shadow spike slowly deforming, and a ball of liquid dripped down the spike, quickly condensing Dodarian's form.

"The master hand behind the scenes finally caught you." Dodarian's solid face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

"Black Warrior?" The undead was surprised, and waved his hand at the same time, and several shadow arrows instantly shot towards Dodarian. When the shadow arrow was about to reach his body, the soul of the undead burst out suddenly, and a soul attack hit Dodarian.

A mark appeared on Dodarian's face, and it flashed for a moment, directly offsetting the impact of the soul. At the same time, the spikes in his hand swung continuously, accurately scattering the shadow arrows.

It was so leisurely that Dodarian said: "This level of soul impact is ineffective on me. Have you forgotten that I am a black warrior?"

"Uh..." The undead was stunned in embarrassment and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen a black warrior, so I don't know why the soul impact is ineffective against the black warrior?"

Now, Duo Dalian was stunned. It was true that the black warrior was very famous, but in fact the number was very rare. After the typhoon broke the altar of reincarnation five hundred years ago, there were no black warriors reincarnated again.

In fact, since two thousand years ago, there has been no black warrior reincarnation. It is because no one has used it for a long time and has been disrepaired and finally it was blown down by a typhoon.

Now, he seems to be the only one of the black warriors in the entire steel-boned collar. The rest are either seeking excitement to death, or experimenting with new cultivation methods to become demons, or breaking away on their own, because the black warriors have a huge flaw, which is that they cannot increase their soul strength.

He has been following Luo Chuan for thousands of years. He was a marquis at first, but now he is still a marquis. The soul strength of the Black Warrior Marquis is equivalent to the level of a silver skeleton.

Because the black warrior's reincarnation method is itself a kind of solidification of soul energy, so that almost all things that affect the soul are ineffective against him, so he can be immune to low-intensity soul impact and also immune to the growth of the soul.

Those Lich undead who were born later than him have now become the undead saints and the Lich King. Only he is still standing still, but his martial arts are becoming more and more pure.

Not everyone can stand still in the same position, just like no matter how you practice an account, you will always be level 59. Many people will definitely not want to play.

Black warriors are so rare, so it is normal for people outside to not understand them.

Dodalian smiled, and naturally he would not take the initiative to popularize the characteristics of the black warrior to the other party, but said: "Don't make unnecessary struggles, go back with me to see Your Majesty and let your Majesty deal with it."

"Hehe, hehe, OK, OK..." The undead smiled wryly, looking obedient, but halfway through, it suddenly exploded, and a strong soul fluctuation exploded in its location.

Undead creatures perceive the world through their souls. Strong soul fluctuations are like flash bombs. They can instantly make undead creatures unable to sense anything, which is equivalent to becoming a blind man with open eyes.

The undead dispersed his body and instantly sneaked into the sewage.

Just as it was about to flow back quietly along the sewage, Dodarian's spike pierced into the water and accurately pierced on its body.

"It must be a coincidence." The soul of the undead twitched, resisting the damage caused by the spikes and continuing to dive into the water.

Another spike pierced into the water and pierced it again. Its body had spread very wide. Every spike could not rely on too much damage, but it hurt.

"Test, it must be temptation." The undead continued to endure it and comforted himself.

But the next moment, Dodarian's spike swung out the afterimage, pricking the sewage like raindrops.

"Ah!" The undead roared, stirring up sewage in the sky. He wanted to fight back when he reunited his body, but found that Dodarian was avoiding it from afar.

"Huh? I scared him away before I even started my ultimate move?" The undead was stunned, but the opportunity was impossible, so he quickly turned around and ran away.

After walking a few steps, a ghost net flew out from the corner and covered it with its head.

Then, Mobak floated over and asked Dodarian far away with some concern: "Are you okay? It's throwing shit at you? Didn't it spill on you?"

Sewers are the channels for the discharge of urban domestic sewage, so isn't there any shit in the sewage?

"No." Dodarian responded, running and speeding up, jumping with all his might, and his body was directly empty in the air, floating across the area that was splashed all over the walls and the ground.

When he came to Mobak, Dodarian glared at the undead in the Ghost Web in anger, with a look of murder. Anyone who was thrown into shit would probably have this expression. Even if he couldn't stick to his body, he would be very disgusting.

"Haha, go back and wash, be careful." Mobak said gloatingly, then turned to the undead and asked, "Little guy, where did you come from?"

It is hard to imagine that the one who plotted against them was a dead soul. This was too much of a face of the King of Steel Bone, the undead co-lord of the world.

All along, the undead creatures in the steel bone collar have believed that although the undead creatures born in the outside world have no soul connection with the King of Steel Bone, they are all the people of the King of Steel Bone, and they should enjoy the protection of the King of Steel Bone and maintain awe of the King of Steel Bone.

Unexpectedly, the one who plotted against them turned out to be the undead. The person riding the griffin before was also a necromancer, which made Mobak and others feel betrayed.

"Hehe, you still have the leisure to care about where I came from at this time? Shouldn't you care about your king? He is almost overwhelmed by my children." The undead monster said with a smile.

Mobak and Dodalian looked at each other and couldn't help laughing: "I want to drown His Majesty by relying on those living zombies? Then it will have to drown for at least several hours."
Chapter completed!