In response to the Phoenix's request, Zhang Yi nodded sincerely and seriously.

"I will definitely complete the seal on Mammon and set you free!"

He turned his head and looked at the other dead souls in the distance, and said the same thing: "I will also let you be free!"

It's just something that happens conveniently.

And I've spoken so sincerely, shouldn't you stop making things difficult for me?

However, after hearing Zhang Yi's words, the other ghosts only had a flash of excitement in their eyes, but soon they all sneered with disdain.

"Before you, many people had this idea. But in the end, they all failed!"

"You have no idea what the existence of the Druk Clan means. He only needs a glance to kill you and send you to hell forever!"

"Young people, don't be too arrogant. You don't know what you are about to face."

Zhang Yi sighed helplessly: "So, we still have to fight, right?"

The Phoenix left the battlefield, and after he admitted defeat he would not participate in subsequent battles.

This time, Odebiao, who was an acquaintance of Zhang Yi, came forward holding a bone scepter.

"Chaos," he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yi, "Since we both came here from outside, I won't make things difficult for you. As long as you can also take my attack and survive, I will not attack again!"

Zhang Yi looked at Odebiao, but he was not particularly afraid of this guy.

Moreover, Odebiao's death was very bizarre, and who killed him remains a mystery.

It’s a pity that he died too quickly and didn’t get to see the face of the man who attacked him.

"Okay, I promise you."

Zhang Yi nodded.

Odebiao stared at Zhang Yi, a thick black air emerged from his body, and black shamanic talismans moved along his skin, as if there was a group of poisonous insects under his skin.

He was mumbling something at a very fast pace.

"Hey! Hey! The power sleeping in the bones now obeys my command!

In the name of antiquity, I open the forbidden door.

The finger bones are the guide and the blood vessels are the bond.

Let the power of corruption break through the endless darkness.

Awakening in chaos and condensing in nothingness.

Like a gust of wind sweeping across the grassland, like thunder tearing through the sky.

Wherever I point, fear spreads and the soul trembles.

The thread of fate dances with my fingertips,

The enemy's path ahead is shrouded in the shadow of curse.

The power of bones never dissipates.

Wherever the bone points, everything will be turned into dust!"

While chanting the spell, the bone scepter in his hand suddenly pointed at Zhang Yi.

At this moment, Zhang Yi had a feeling that he was being watched by something.

The most evil and mysterious magic of primitive African tribes is the bone finger technique. It is said that as long as you point the spell at another person's bones, that person will soon meet with an unsolvable death.

The black energy on Odebiao's body turned into a thick dark cloud in the sky, and a low roar could be faintly heard, as if some evil spirit was hidden in it and was about to be summoned out.

The next moment, Zhang Yi appeared in front of Odebiao.

He lifted up the magic sword, which was bigger than his body, with both hands and smashed it hard against Odebiao's body!

"Go to hell you!"

Odebiao was still chanting the spell, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to suddenly appear in front of him like a ghost, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Chaos, you have no moral principles! You promised to let me take action!"

Odebiao cursed bitterly.

He had no confidence at all that he could defeat Zhang Yi, because Tyrant Jedi and Phoenix were all defeated.

But he thought he was smart and came up with such an idea using only one forbidden technique.

As long as Zhang Yi was hit, there was a high probability that he would die, or at least be seriously injured.

If Zhang Yi was fine, he would turn around gracefully.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Yi would come over and interrupt his spell!

"I don't care about you!"

Zhang Yi also knew that this kind of undead could not be killed, so he simply slapped it with the blade of the magic knife. The huge blade hit Odebiao's body hard and actually broke his body into pieces, turning into black smoke that dissipated in the air!

The undead in the distance: "..."

The man who looked somewhat like an elf in the legend frowned with a look of disdain on his face.

"I have never seen such a shameless person! He actually cheated and attacked."

The Phoenix spoke up to help Zhang Yi explain: "This descendant is very smart. His fighting style is the same as that on the battlefield. He only seeks results and does not care about the process!"

"Maybe..." He murmured softly, "He can really create a miracle."

The Ghost-Faced Nun heard his whisper and sneered, "Don't be so wishful thinking. He can't even leave this road of death. Not to mention sealing the Druk Clan!"

Odebiao's body recondensed from the black smoke in the distance. He shouted angrily at Zhang Yi: "Chaos, you lied to me!"

Zhang Yi spread his hands and said, "No, I asked you to attack first! Who would have thought that your skills would take so long to activate? Please, my time is precious. Can you please consider my feelings? Don't be so selfish."

If Odebiao was still alive, he would have vomited blood on the spot!

However, the strength of the spirit that lost its body has indeed decreased a lot.

Even when he was alive, he might not be able to beat Zhang Yi, let alone now?

What's more, he knew the power of the Spear of Longinus. Although he was angry, he could only leave in displeasure.

Zhang Yi won three battles in a row. This record has made others no longer treat him as a child.

The old man with white beard stroked his beard and said, "Neither the purple lizard nor the Phoenix could defeat him. My abilities are similar to theirs, so there is no need for me to fight."

They disdain the round-the-clock battle, which is detrimental to their dignity in life.

The elf man who was dissatisfied with Zhang Yi's behavior sneered, with arrogance written all over his face.

His left hand pressed a long sword at his waist. He was wearing gorgeous silver armor. He had a tall figure and long gray-silver hair draped softly behind him. He was definitely a handsome man.

"For this sinister and cunning guy, it seems that I need to punish him!"

No one else commented when they saw this.

In fact, from the positions of these people, it can be seen that the elf is very powerful, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with his words.

The elf looked at Zhang Yi, and suddenly a pair of wings emitting silver light appeared behind him.

"call--"

With a flap of his wings, a strong wind blew up, and he instantly came to a place not far from Zhang Yi under the protection of the strong wind.

"Every once in a while, someone like you comes in and tries to change something."

As he spoke, he pointed to the distance, at the tavern that was not far from the center of the battlefield but remained unscathed.

"But the bodies of those people were eventually buried under the tavern. Their souls are the best materials for us to brew alcohol!"

"Young human, you are no exception."