Paper-folding artist: Start by making a Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!

North City.

Millions of ordinary people and three hundred people with special powers stood side by side, forming human walls.

No one took a step back as the monstrous evil energy raged!

See death as home!

Hundreds of millions of people in the Xia Kingdom watched this scene through the live broadcast and were all moved.

"How dare a mere ghost wreak havoc in Xia Country? It really doesn't know how to live or die!"

"If every one of the millions of people in Yangcheng could spit at us, they could drown these bastards!"

"Although I admire the courage of the people of Yangcheng, no matter how many ordinary people there are, they can never be a match for the ghosts."

"Tens of millions of people can't deal with forty thousand ghosts?"

"I'll give you some scientific knowledge. The bodies of ghosts are all made up of Yin energy. Ordinary people can't hurt ghosts at all. Just based on this point, 40,000 ghosts can be said to be invincible. Even if another 10 million ordinary humans join the battle, they will just be devoured by the ghosts!"

"Is it true that the people of Yangcheng are beyond salvation?"

"pray!"

……

After realizing the gap between ordinary people and ghosts, hundreds of millions of people were instantly poured with a bucket of cold water.

The fire of hope that had just risen in my heart was extinguished in an instant!

On the battlefield.

Forty thousand ghosts looked at the people of Yangcheng who were gathering together, their eyes filled with greed!

To them.

Ordinary humans can only move food and have no power to resist, so they can only let them eat it to their heart’s content!

"It's quite troublesome to find them one by one. I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative."

The eight-eyed evil ghost swept his gaze across the endless sea of ​​people, his eyes full of disdain.

"Even if we die, we will take you bastards with us to be buried with us!"

An ordinary citizen roared at the eight-eyed ghost at the top of his lungs.

"How dare you, ants like you, drag me down with you to be buried with you?"

"Then I will let you see what real strength is!"

After the eight-eyed ghost finished speaking, the machete in his hand suddenly grew to nearly a hundred meters in length and chopped directly towards the citizen who was speaking!

Even evil spirits did not dare to be so arrogant in front of him, not to mention that the other party was just an ordinary human being as tiny as an ant.

The hundred-meter-long machete pierced the sky, and even the blade was more than one meter thick!

There was a howling of cold wind around the blade, and a terrifying bloody pressure filled the air!

boom! ! !

Just like a building about to collapse, a hundred-meter-long machete slammed down towards the crowd!

"All the superpowers must fight back and stop them!"

Zhang Tianhou felt the terrifying power of the machete and quickly mobilized all the psychics to resist it.

If this knife falls, at least thousands of people will be crushed into meat paste!

After hearing Zhang Tianhou's order, the three hundred psychics immediately released their magical powers and attacked the machetes together.

For a while.

Thunder, fire, ice...

Countless attacks cut through the darkness shrouded by yin energy and all hit the machete.

only.

These attacks hit the machete but did not stop it at all.

after all.

The gap in strength is really huge!

As the machete got closer and closer to the top of their heads, a terrifying pressure fell on the crowd.

Thump thump thump…

Under this terrifying pressure, ordinary people within a hundred meters collapsed to the ground one after another.

Only three hundred psychics gritted their teeth and continued to stand.

"Is there really no other way?"

Zhang Tianhou looked up at the machete that was about to fall, closed his eyes in despair, and waited for death to come!

With his strength, it would be easy for him to dodge this attack.

but.

As the director of the Supernatural Bureau, he can't hide!

Even if he dies, he wants to die in front of the people of Yangcheng!

In the live broadcast room.

Hundreds of millions of people also closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch the next scene!

boom! !

Just when everyone thought they were about to be hit to death by the machete, a loud bang was heard.

Everyone opened their eyes and looked.

I saw a ten-meter-long white mourning stick falling from the sky and stabbing diagonally into the center of the crowd.

That loud noise was the sound of a machete hitting a mourning stick!

No matter how hard the eight-eyed ghost tried, the machete couldn't move even a bit!

Looking at the mourning stick that fell from the sky and saved the lives of thousands of people, everyone was confused.

"This is?"

“Red Robe Rakshasa! I remember this mourning stick is the weapon of Red Robe Rakshasa’s men!”

"I just looked up some old videos, and it's indeed the weapon of his men!"

"You don't need to look to know, except for the red robed Rakshasa, who else can withstand the attack of the evil spirit!"

"There's salvation, the people of Yangcheng are saved!"

"Hurry up and find the red-robed Rakshasa!"

"I thought the Red Robe Rakshasa was a coward. I apologize for my previous remarks!"

……

Under the urging of the barrage, the young anchor immediately rotated the camera of his mobile phone to look for the trace of the red-robed Rakshasa.

The three hundred people with special abilities and tens of millions of people in Guangzhou are also searching.

“They don’t have the strength.”

"what about me?"

Just when everyone was looking for the trace of the Red Robe Rakshasa, a voice came from the endless yin energy.

Everyone looked at the sound.

I saw a red-robed Rakshasa coming from the air.

Bai Wuchang, dressed in white and wearing a white hat, served on his right.

The two Yin generals behind him led five Yin soldiers each and moved forward slowly!

Although there are only fourteen people, their momentum is like that of a mighty army.

Wherever he passed, an imperial aura slowly spread.

Some low-level ghosts knelt down and kowtowed under this pressure!

ps: Let me explain the update issue. From today on, a minimum of three chapters will be updated every day, and one will be updated every 200 chapters!

As long as you ask for more, I will work hard to update, and the plot will definitely be exciting all the way!