Dragon Stalker

Chapter 181 The Primitive Guild
"Damn it!" Although Murong Bai shot five consecutive arrows non-stop and killed dozens of demon warriors, he could only watch helplessly as the king of the Bright Empire, Bedrac was killed by more than a dozen demon warriors. After the team player was beaten to dry blood, he was caught with a trap.

"Capture the group, retreat! Block the group, fight to the death! The demon players wielding the dark green katana waved their arms again, and the demon players with less than a thousand people raised their right arms at the same time and shouted loudly.

"Long live the original! The original is the strongest! Fight to the death!" With this shout, countless demon players from the original guild roared out. They were on the defensive, their morale was high, and they suppressed the players of the Council of Light.

"A bunch of trash!" A voice yelled out, it turned out to be a big berserker player nearly 2 meters tall.

"Those who stand in my way, kill!" This player was almost naked from the upper body, and didn't even have a weapon, only what seemed to be steel gloves on his hands.

"Ha!" But what frightened many players was that this player actually fought with his bare hands, and even tore the demon warrior in half with his bare hands.

In the hands of this berserker player, the steel armor is like paper.

"Don't be too arrogant!" The demon player who was wielding the meteor hammer shouted loudly, and the meteor hammer, which was as big as a stone table, slammed into the berserker player.

"What?" The demon player was startled, his meteor hammer weighed 29, which was twice as heavy as a normal two-handed hammer, but this guy in front of him actually caught it with his bare hands?
"Ah, I have some strength!" The Berserker player didn't seem to feel anything about his smashed hand, but instead showed an excited expression.

"Black Dragon Slash!" The player wielding the ink-purple Taidao suddenly swung out the sword, and the pitch-black Dou Qi Slash roared out, slashing heavily on the Berserker player.

"Eh..." For the first time, the Berserker player showed a pained expression on his face. His huge body couldn't withstand the attack of Dou Qi, and he took five steps back before stopping.

"Bengzhao, don't play!" The faint words of the player holding the dark purple sword seemed to be like an order.

"Okay! You've saved your life! Kid!" the player who wielded the Meteor Hammer shouted bitterly, and then backed away.

(End of this chapter)