The second person who traveled through time and space and became a pig

I saw the golden thread rushing like lightning and flying straight towards the black-haired old man.

Looking at the aggressive golden thread, the black-haired old man suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness in his heart.

He stared with wide eyes, watching the golden thread getting closer and closer, but felt that he could not resist it at all.

In the blink of an eye, the nearly golden thread had reached the old man.

In a flash, a thick black light suddenly appeared on the old man's body and quickly condensed into a solid black protective shield.

However, what was unexpected was that when the golden thread hit the protective shield hard, it easily broke through the protective shield like a dead tree or rotten wood.

In an instant, the golden thread pierced the black-robed old man's chest without any hindrance. With a muffled "puff" sound, a scarlet blood flower suddenly bloomed on the black-robed old man's chest.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody hole the size of a bowl appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out, staining the front of his clothes red.

However, in the next moment, a shocking scene happened.

I saw a thick black gas like ink, like a nimble snake, tightly wrapped around the hideous wound of Lao Che. In the blink of an eye, the originally bloody and shocking wound was completely filled with this mysterious black gas.

What is even more shocking is that with the continuous influx of black gas, the old man's injuries are healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It was as if time had gone back. In just a blink of an eye, the old man's body, which was originally seriously injured and dying, had recovered as before, without even a trace of scar left.

Tian Ye couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene, and was secretly surprised. It was really hard to imagine that the golden thread attack he had just used with all his strength had no effect on the old man, and the other party could recover from his injuries so easily.

Although Tian Ye's golden attack and the dark magic cast by the old man were not completely opposite, they were different in nature, one bright and one dark, balancing each other. Logically speaking, even if the old man could not be fatally hit, he should at least be injured to a certain extent. But the fact at the moment was that the old man seemed to be unscathed!

"Humph, pig-headed boy, I really didn't expect you to have grown to this point. Forget it, I have something important to do today, so I won't bother with you for now."

Before he finished speaking, a surge of black energy suddenly erupted from the old man's body, like billowing black smoke rising into the sky.

Seeing this scene, how could Tian Ye not know that the old guy obviously wanted to take the opportunity to slip away.

At that moment, Tian Ye's body seemed to have turned into a mysterious treasure house. Dozens of dazzling golden threads gushed out of his body like a surging torrent at lightning speed! These golden threads intertwined and entangled with each other, like a group of agile snakes. In the blink of an eye, they were woven into an airtight net, and rushed towards the old man with a fierce momentum.

It all happened so fast that it was hard to keep up.

Before people could react, the big net woven from golden threads flew in front of the old man like lightning, and wrapped him tightly at an astonishing speed, trapping the old man in it in an instant.

At this moment, the old man in black robe, who was about to cast dark magic to escape the scene, suddenly felt as if his body was being pressed down by an extremely heavy mountain, and an irresistible huge force suddenly hit him. The dark magic power he had just gathered was abruptly interrupted by this powerful force and dissipated into nothingness.

Then, the golden threads wrapped around the old man began to shine brightly, like blazing flames, mercilessly burning the black aura surrounding the old man. With a "sizzling" sound and bursts of black smoke rising up, the black aura around the old man was quickly burned away, no longer able to cover his figure.

"Brother Orc, please spare my life! I can swear to heaven that I have never had any intention or thought of harming you! What happened today was purely a huge misunderstanding!"

The old man in black robe looked at the tense situation in front of him, his eyes rolled around, and he shouted at the top of his voice, trying to make his words reach the ears of every orc.

However, facing his feeble defense, Tian Ye snorted coldly:

"Humph! You want to annihilate our entire tribe, and you dare to say it's a misunderstanding? Do you think we are all stupid fools? Don't try to get away with these sweet words, it won't work at all! Now there are only two choices before you. Either you sincerely submit to me, become my contract slave, and serve me for the rest of your life; or... hehe, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

After saying that, Tian Ye showed what he thought was a sunny and amiable smile. But in fact, that ferocious face covered with flesh made people feel creepy no matter how they looked at it, and even a little ugly. I don't know who can be attracted by such a face. Perhaps only the woman named the Ninth Elder would be in love with Tian Ye, who was nicknamed "Pig Head" by everyone.

“Hmph! Damn orc, you actually dared to make me sign a contract with you? What wishful thinking! Hahahahaha…”

The black-haired old man's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted loudly like a madman:

"I tell you, even if you can kill me here today, one day, my blood clan army will surge over and take bloody revenge on you! By then, the whole world will fall into the control of our blood clan, and no one will be able to stop us!"

Facing the threat from the black-haired old man, Zhao Guoqiang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile: “Since you are so stubborn and unwilling to bow down to me, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

After saying that, he suddenly raised his right hand, and a holy sword shining with bright light instantly appeared in his hand. On the sword, holy white light flowed endlessly, emitting a powerful aura that made people's heart palpitate.

Holding the Holy Light Sword in hand, Zhao Guoqiang approached the black-robed old man step by step with firm and steady steps.

The ground seemed to tremble with every step.

The old man in black robe fixed his eyes on the Holy Sword. When he saw the blade clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank and his face was filled with fear. Death was not scary to him, but if he had to endure the purification power of the Holy Sword before he died, and his soul also disappeared into the world, that would be a truly horrifying thing for him.