Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

Han Lie's face froze, then he forced a smile and said, "Envoy Liu is joking. I am making the best use of people's talents. Brother Ling Donglai is very skilled and will definitely be able to do the job."

He secretly resented that ever since Ling Donglai entered the recruit camp, Liu Wuhen had been favoring this kid and opposing him in every way.

Liu Wuhen glanced at Han Lie coldly, then turned his gaze to Ling Donglai, with a hint of inquiry: "Outpost No. 7 is indeed dangerous. If you don't want to, I can transfer it for you."

Ling Donglai put the spear back on his back, stood up, and said to Liu Wuhen calmly: "Thank you for your kindness, Supervisor Liu. Military orders are as heavy as a mountain. Ling Donglai will obey your orders."

He glanced at Han Lie with a calm look, as if he didn't take the other party's malice to heart at all.

This kind of calmness made Han Lie even more unhappy, as if he had punched cotton.

Ling Donglai had his own plans in mind.

He entered the military camp in order to closely observe the movements of the dark race and the true situation of the Immortal World War Department.

There is another purpose, which is to find out the whereabouts of the sect leader Indra.

In fact, it was not just him, many other Tianmen disciples had also come to the Daluo Immortal Realm.

The Daluo Immortal Realm is a higher plane of the Xuanhuang Universe, with countless opportunities. If they want to grow as quickly as possible, this place is undoubtedly a treasure land.

Although this outpost No. 7 is dangerous, it is a good opportunity to gather information.

As for Han Lie's little tricks, he didn't take them seriously.

At dusk, Ling Donglai walked alone towards the Beihuang outpost.

The cold wind blew up sand and gravel, which hit my face and caused some pain.

The further north you go, the thicker the dark aura in the air becomes, with a faint smell of blood.

He frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

Half an hour later, the lonely stone blockhouse of Post No. 7 came into view in the distance.

But the smell of blood in the air was so strong that it was sickening.

not good!

Ling Donglai's figure flashed and he rushed towards the outpost like a ghost.

There was deathly silence inside and outside the blockhouse. The three immortal soldiers who were supposed to be on duty here had long disappeared. Only a few pools of dark brown blood on the ground that had not yet completely dried up gave off an ominous aura.

He examined it carefully and his eyes fell on an inconspicuous rune remnant in the corner of the wall, and his eyes suddenly froze.

"Blood Soul Hiding Technique... These bastards of the dark race actually used such an evil method to devour the sentinels' flesh, blood and souls, leaving not even a corpse behind."

This spell can instantly drain the soul and essence of the dead, transforming it into the caster's power, and can temporarily hide the caster's tracks.

It seems that the enemy has infiltrated here and has great ambitions.

Ling Donglai's eyes were cold. He did not say anything, nor did he return to the camp immediately.

He knew that if he went back to report the news now, Han Lie would most likely accuse him of fleeing because of fear of a fight, or even slander him for colluding with the demons.

He took a deep breath, lightly touched the storage ring with his fingers, and several gleaming jade talismans appeared in his palm.

He quickly set up several simple concealment arrays and warning arrays at key locations around the outpost, and cleverly used the terrain to set up several traps.

These methods are not worth mentioning for saints, but they have amazing deterrent power for those below the saint level.

In the Daluo Immortal Realm, there are countless geniuses, masters like clouds, and saint-level powerhouses as numerous as the hairs on cattle, but that is generally speaking.

In fact, given the vastness of the Daluo Immortal Realm, the number of saints in each battlefield is still very limited.

After all, in an ordinary universe, there are only a few saints (holy lords) level beings.

As for the new recruits, almost all of them are at the level of Immortal Emperors and Quasi-Saints.

Of course, this is true for the human camp and the dark camp as well. Generally speaking, the quasi-saints are the main force.

After doing all this, Ling Donglai chose a secluded corner, restrained his breath, blended into the night like a stubborn stone, and waited quietly.

He had a feeling that tonight would not be peaceful.

The night spread out like thick ink, and the stars and moon were dim.

In the recruit camp, most of the recruits have fallen asleep, only the patrol teams are still walking back and forth vigilantly.

Han Lie tossed and turned, feeling both happy and a little uneasy.

He imagined the tragic scene of Ling Donglai being torn to pieces by monsters, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Dozens of dark, ghostly figures silently infiltrated from the shadows outside the camp.

They exuded a disgusting stench of corruption and violence, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, pointing directly at the tents of the sleeping recruits.

"Enemy attack! The dark race!" A shrill scream pierced the night sky.

The camp was instantly in chaos, with shouts, screams, and the sound of weapons clashing filling the air.

The dark race's raid this time was extremely cunning and brutal, targeting the weakest recruit camp, obviously wanting to eliminate the immortal world's manpower first.

Leading the group was a Black Abyss Demon General who was about ten feet tall, covered in black scales and had two horns on his head.

He held a giant axe covered with barbs in his hand. Every time he swung it, it brought about a bloody storm, and several immortal soldiers were cut in half in an instant.

Han Lie was awakened and rushed out of the tent, just in time to see the Black Abyss Demon General killing people brutally. He was so scared that his face turned pale and his legs went weak.

Although he was the commander of the new recruits camp, he had never seen such a tragic scene and was at a loss for a moment.

"Form a formation! Form a formation quickly!" Liu Wuhen's voice rang out in time, and she was already fighting with several dark magic soldiers.

The sword was sharp, but the enemies were too numerous and fearless. She could only barely protect herself and try to organize the chaotic recruits.

Her heart sank; the enemy appeared too suddenly and lurked too deeply. Although she was alert, she was still one step too late.

Most of the recruits were on the battlefield for the first time. They were caught off guard, their formation was scattered, and they suffered heavy casualties.

A feeling of despair began to spread.

At this critical moment of life and death, Ling Donglai, who was far away in the ruins of Outpost No. 7, suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot towards the enemy camp.

"Hold the formation!" Ling Donglai shouted, then he clasped his hands together and quietly mobilized the extremely pure immortal power in his body.

In an instant, several seemingly normal places near the recruit camp suddenly collapsed, forming several pits of neither deep nor shallow. Several dark magic soldiers who were charging in the front were caught off guard and fell into them, causing their formation to become slightly disrupted.

Immediately afterwards, a strange wind blew up without warning, making it impossible for the dark race to open their eyes, and their attack rhythm was slowed down.

"What's going on?" The Black Abyss Demon General roared. He felt an invisible force interfering with his subordinates.

Ling Donglai was like a ghost on the battlefield. He moved as fast as lightning and cast one powerful magic spell after another, causing great chaos to the enemy.

Then, he took advantage of the cover of night and chaos and floated like a breeze to a place not far behind the side of the Black Abyss Demon General.

At this moment, the Black Abyss Demon General was just about to chop an immortal soldier away with an axe. His old strength had just gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, so a loophole appeared in his defense.