"died?"
"This is dead, how could it be? The aliens are so scary, they are so powerful."
The death of a strong soul clan member who bore the brunt immediately shocked the other soul clan members, who were so frightened that they stopped and froze in place, not daring to go forward.
It can be seen that they are also very afraid of death, not really low in IQ, roughly equivalent to a six or seven-year-old child of the human race.
However, seeing one of his subordinates being killed, the strong head of the Soul tribe was not only not afraid, but became extremely excited, and immediately yelled, "Come on, come on, let's go together, kill the aliens, so We will have more food than we can eat, and we will become stronger."
"Food? Become stronger?" Chen Xiao heard the word food for the first time in the world in this picture.
Do the weird soul clansmen who have been transformed into gods and souls also need food? Very strange.
Logically speaking, the soul should not feel hungry.
But soon he will know how wrong he is.
Just as Chen Xiao was still thinking, trying to understand the meaning of what the other party said, a group of screaming soul clansmen, brandishing sticks in their hands, rushed over madly and surrounded him.
Seeing this, Chen Xiao's face darkened, he became serious, and said: "It seems that this is going to be true."
That's right, everyone has already been killed by him, and the two sides have long since had no room for change, and they can only fight with their lives.
He picked up a wooden stick on the ground, held it in his hand, and weighed it twice. It was quite suitable, and it was just right as a weapon.
At this time, he didn't have time to think about whether it was reasonable for him to use a wooden stick as a weapon in his existence in the form of a soul.
Now that the situation is urgent, it is natural to use whatever is available, and where there is so much control, it is natural to use what is available.
"superior."
"Kill."
Holding the wooden stick in his hand, Chen Xiao immediately had the aura of being one man and one man, and he went up to meet him, and fought with many soul clansmen when he raised the stick in his hand.
As the leader, the boss of the soul tribe stood aside, watching with eager eyes, ready to strike Chen Xiao with a fatal blow at any time.
"Come on, hit, hit hard, hit hard, hit fast, hit hard."
In Chen Xiao's ears, there were bursts of shouts, it was Xiao Xiao, he hid far away by himself, behind a big tree, cheering vigorously.
It's just that the cry sounds like it's not a big deal to watch the excitement.
I don't know who Xiaoxiao is cheering for. The people of the Soul Race naturally feel that they are shouting for them, but Chen Xiao seems to hear a different meaning.
The scene is getting weirder.
After a while, Chen Xiao collapsed on the ground and sat down. He was exhausted.
Too tired, really too tired, he never thought that one day, he would be so tired that he would almost fall down because he swung the wooden stick too hard.
He glanced at the corpse of the soul clansman who fell beside him. To be more precise, it was like a broken stone, without any trace or appearance of human life.
But, in fact, he is not a human being now, but in the form of a soul, which can also be called the state of a fairy soul.
"It's all down, it's all dead, this..."
Seeing the stone corpses all over the ground, the tribal leader was also frightened. Although he was holding a weapon, he didn't dare to get close to Chen Xiao, and kept backing away.
In his mouth, he kept murmuring, "Outsider, outsider, it's terrible, it's terrible."
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