"He's mine!"
"I'm definitely going to take this head."
"Let me do it."
When these desolate hunters saw Mo Shi in the air and heard Mo Shi's shout, they were not afraid at all. Instead, they were very excited.
After all, as long as they killed this kid, everyone would be able to obtain origin crystals.
Moreover, the person who killed him would be able to obtain 100,000 origin crystals.
This was definitely a reward that far exceeded their expectations.
Moreover, they did not know Mo Shi and did not know how strong Mo Shi was.
In their opinion, he should be at most a Rank 10 desolate hunter.
It was impossible for him to be a Grand Desolate Master.
After all, in the entire Sixteen Prefectures of Serene Cloud, there were no more than ten Grand Desolate Masters. As long as he was a Grand Desolate Master, it was impossible for them not to know him.
As long as he was not a Grand Desolate Master, it would be easy to deal with him.
Among them, there were quite a few Rank 10 desolate hunters.
They would be able to take down this kid no matter what.
Mo Shi looked at the group of desolate hunters below who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, and the corners of his mouth revealed a trace of a satisfied smile.
They were rushing to give him kill points. He could have more people like this.
Soon, more than a hundred Desolate Hunters rushed to Mo Shi's location.
However, halfway through their flight …
Bang!
A body with five meridians mismatched suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
It was as if a red firework had exploded in the air.
The surrounding desolate hunters heard the sound and turned their heads to look.
When they saw it, they were all stunned.
What happened?
But before they could wrap their heads around it, the explosions rang out one after another.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! The surrounding desolate hunters exploded into a cloud of blood mist as if dozens of fireworks had exploded at the same time.
The difference was that the fireworks were colorful, but the blood mist that these people had exploded into was only one color.
Seeing such a strange scene, the expressions of the desolate hunters changed greatly.
"Not good, he's a Spirit Psychic!"
Someone exclaimed.
To be able to use this method to explode the bodies of desolate hunters below Rank 5, he must be a Spirit Psychic.
Just as they were talking, Mo Shi's Draconic Will moved.
The blood mist that had exploded in the air no longer dispersed.
Instead, it spiraled around his body.
Soon, a blood tornado formed around his body.
In the next moment, he flew towards the two level 10 desolate hunters.
His speed was much faster than that of the two grade 10 desolate hunters.
Seeing that they could not escape, the two level 10 desolate hunters hurriedly condensed their genetic weapons and tried to convert them into energy weapons.
However, it was already too late.
Mo Shi's blood tornado had already arrived in front of them.
In an instant, the two of them were swallowed.
Within the bloody tornado, every drop of blood was like a sharp blade as it spun at high speed.
Chi chi chi chi chi — —
The bodies of the two men were instantly torn apart.
Their corpses continued to be torn apart.
In the end, they turned into fresh blood droplets that merged into the blood tornado.
When the others saw this, they were all horrified.
Even if it was a stone, it would still make a sound when thrown into the water.
These two were level 10 desolate hunters, but they didn't leave anything behind after entering the blood tornado.
This was truly too terrifying.
At this point, they had already forgotten about the reward they had been promised, and had even forgotten the reason why they had been hired to come here.
There was only one thought in their minds: run!
Many of them were even more regretful.
If they had known this would happen, they would never have come to this place.
No matter how much money they were offered, they would not have done it.
However, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
It was already too late for them to regret.
The speed of the blood tornado was far beyond their imagination.
In just a minute, all of them had been sucked in.
After everyone was sucked in, they silently disappeared into the blood tornado.
Of course, some of them took out their wormhole teleportation devices.
However, as soon as they took it out, boom boom — —
Their wormhole teleportation devices seemed to have been subjected to some kind of terrifying pressure and exploded.
Therefore, they could only face despair.
Soon, these hundred plus desolate hunters were all slaughtered by Mo Shi.
At this point, in his mind, the kill points had increased by more than a hundred.
[Kill Points: 59910000]
On the island below, everyone's expression changed drastically.
Whether it was the original employees of the Tenth Hunting Island or the people who had come to the island for training, they were all terrified.
They were all afraid that this terrifying murderous demon could kill them all with just a thought.
Judging from the current situation, he really had the ability to do so.
After all, those who came to the Tenth Hunting Island for training were basically only Level 10 desolate hunters.
The Tenth Hunting Island's owner was already in despair at this point.
He should not have provoked this kid in the first place.
However, who knew that this kid was actually so strong?
Mo Shi looked down and said in a cold voice, "You're a benefactor.
"Tenth Hunting Island's owner, die — —"
Before his voice died away, his dragon consciousness was about to spread out and bombard the Tenth Hunting Island's owner.
However, at this moment, a voice was heard.
"Stop!"
Before the voice died away, a figure had already flown up.
Everyone turned to look at that person.
It was a middle-aged man.
He was dressed in black.
There were faint dark golden patterns on his clothes. The patterns were shaped like fine scales.
On the left side of his chest, there was a small dragon pattern embroidered on it.
Mo Shi would not have paid any attention to his "stop".
Usually, when he encountered such a situation, he would kill the target first.
However, this person's attire at this moment attracted his attention.
He quietly floated in the air and looked at that person.
That person also looked at Mo Shi and sized up Mo Shi.
That person introduced himself, "I am Long Changyuan of the Dragon Race."
Mo Shi activated the Demon Dragon's Eye and sized this person up again.
[Race: Human]
[Level: Level 8 Desolate Hunter]
Mo Shi knew that the so-called Dragon Race on this Flaming Land was actually not the real Dragon Race.
Their ancestors had received favors from the Dragon Race and swore to be the Dragon Race's protectors for generations.
As time passed, tens of thousands of years had passed.
The descendants of these protectors became more and more arrogant.
They did not know how they spread the rumors, but later on, they believed that they had the Dragon Race's bloodline in them, but it had not been awakened.
Once it was awakened, they would be invincible in the entire Flaming Land.
Therefore, they called themselves the Dragon Race.
Mo Shi felt that this was a bit ridiculous.
Moreover, such a ridiculous thing, who else could it be? This was the most ridiculous thing.
That Long Changyuan said to Mo Shi, "Little brother, although I don't know what happened between you and the Tenth Hunting Island's owner, as an experienced person, I advise you to be lenient where possible. Take a step back and you'll be at peace.
Don't kill too many people. "
Mo Shi did not like this person to begin with. Hearing his words, he was even more annoyed.
He asked coldly, "You know what I've been through, and you're telling me to take a step back?"