Chapter 434 Return with a Full Load

Mo Fan's earth-shattering blow attracted the attention of all the crocodile warriors, who gathered around him. There were tens of thousands of giant crocodiles.

They were all elite warriors of the crocodile tribe, almost all of them were above level 4, but they had not yet transformed. However, they were fierce and the smelly mucus in their mouths looked very disgusting.

In the palace that had been smashed open, the concubines of the Crocodile King also woke up from the shock and rushed out of the ruins.

Those who could become the concubines of the Crocodile King were also level 6 and had completed the transformation.

For the sake of the next generation, the spouse of the Crocodile King would of course be the most talented female in the Crocodile Tribe.

But I can't say much about her appearance.

They couldn't find their invincible husbands, but saw the bloody mess in front of the palace.

Looking at the huge stick in Mo Fan's hand, they knew what was going on.

They rushed towards Mo Fan like crazy.

Mo Fan smiled faintly. There were only 30,000 or 20,000 crocodiles nearby, which was nothing compared to the hundreds of thousands of people in the entire crocodile tribe.

Several of the Crocodile King's concubines were only at the level of Martial Kings, and he could crush them with just one finger.

If it were in the past, even though Mo Fan was at the peak of Martial King, he would have to temporarily avoid the attack when he was besieged by several Martial Kings and tens of thousands of Grandmaster-level enemies.

He could find an opportunity to set up an eighth-grade spiritual formation to deal with it.

But how powerful is a magical weapon like the Golden Hoop Stick in a group battle? Just think about how Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

The dancer's stick fought against 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, killing countless enemies without any injury.

What's the end of this?

Mo Fan's mind moved, and the image of the Golden Hoop Stick in his hand changed rapidly.

It was thousands of feet long and hundreds of meters thick, and the part held by Mo Fan in the middle was still as thick as before.

Mo Fan controlled the Golden Hoop Stick to circle his body.

Within a thousand feet radius of him, corpses were everywhere, and broken limbs and arms were flying all over the sky.

There was no room for survival wherever he passed.

Although the Golden Hoop Stick in Mo Fan's hand was like an arm, it actually weighed tens of thousands of pounds!

When it was swung, even without the energy, it had terrifying destructive power.

This swing swept down a large circle, and then the golden hoop changed size according to Mo Fan's mind.

Another swing came down.

The concubines of the crocodile king who flew towards Mo Fan in the air were all beaten to a bloody mess by this stick, and their souls flew away.

The scene became clear, and the cruel scene was like purgatory. Mo Fan couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

It was fun to fight, but the scene was a bit too cruel, and he felt sick.

The crocodile warriors who were lucky enough not to be affected in the distance trembled, not daring to rush, let alone run.

There were rustling sounds, and they were actually frightened by Mo Fan and incontinent.

Mo Fan felt sick, and caught a crocodile warrior to take him to find the place where the five thousand monkey warriors were kept.

It was a desolate scene in front of him.

The battle between the crocodile and rhino tribes had not yet started, and the five thousand warriors who were sacrificed by the monkey tribe and became cannon fodder were kept in captivity on a hill by the crocodile tribe.

There are heavy guards around to prevent escape.

The monkeys can pick the fruits and vegetables on the mountain as much as they want. When fighting, you must rush to the front. How many people die has nothing to do with us.

These monkey warriors understand their fate, their eyes are dull, and most of them squat on the ground bored.

Like people waiting to die.

Mo Fan swung his big stick again, smashing the thousands of crocodile warriors who were guarding into meat paste.

He shouted loudly: "Monkey warriors, I am your new emperor! I am here to take you home!"

The sudden change scared the five thousand monkey warriors, and there was a commotion on the top of the mountain.

After a while, a tall big horse monkey walked out of them. The strength seemed to be at the fifth level. It seemed to be the leader of these five thousand people.

Looking at Mo Fan, he asked hesitantly: "You, are you here to save us?"

Mo Fan was dressed in the image of a monkey, wearing a battle armor and holding a golden stick, and he was extraordinary and heroic.

They already believed it a little.

"Yes, I killed both the Rhino King and the Crocodile King! From now on, no one dares to bully our monkeys!" Mo Fan said proudly.

"Everyone, move all the treasures in the Crocodile Clan's warehouse, dig out all the inner elixirs from their bodies, and then follow me to the Rhino Clan to get back the interest they paid for bullying us!"

The five thousand monkeys were stunned when they heard this, and they could not accept the fact that the arrogant Crocodile King and Rhino King were dead.

However, the strange and powerful monkey in front of them was clearly constantly giving them confidence.

Finally, the first brave monkey trembled and walked out of the range defined by the Crocodile Clan.

Looking at the corpses of the Crocodile Clan warriors on the ground, he cried with joy.

With someone taking the lead, the five thousand monkeys finally had the courage to leave and rushed out with cheers.

One by one, they happily collected the inner elixirs of the Crocodile Clan warriors, and under Mo Fan's guidance, they found the Crocodile Clan's treasure house and obtained countless spiritual medicines and treasures.

The crocodile tribe lives near a swamp full of spiritual medicines. They are also a high-ranking clan in the demon country, and their savings are much richer than those of the monkey tribe, which has been lonely for many years.

This sweep is enough to equal the monkey tribe's savings of thousands of years.

The crocodile warriors who came back to support from the outer periphery saw that this place was already so miserable, so how could they dare to resist.

It is true that the demon tribe is tyrannical and warlike, but their nature of reproduction is deeply rooted.

Knowing that they cannot be defeated, they still become enemies, which leads to the destruction of the race. No race will do it.

The demon country also has clear regulations that revenge does not exterminate the race, and those who violate it will be punished by the whole country.

It means that you can occupy other people's land and kill other people's people, but you cannot let that race be exterminated.

We must leave them a chance to reproduce, otherwise they will be attacked by the entire demon country.

Previously, the Rhino King conquered the monkey tribe, which seemed to be a big show, but in fact, it was just a massacre to vent his hatred and make the monkey tribe a weaker tribe.

He didn't dare to really destroy the monkey tribe.

For the crocodile tribe, after the crocodile king died, they would just support the strongest one left as the new king.

In the future, when the new king's strength reaches a certain level, they will find an opportunity to take revenge. If they can't take revenge, they will not die.

This is the nature of the demon tribe, not a cowardly and spineless person.

Mo Fan led 5,000 monkeys to empty the warehouse of the crocodile tribe, and then went to the rhino tribe next door in a rage.

Without the Rhino King, the rhino tribe was even more vulnerable. After swinging a circle of sticks, the scene was even worse than this.

The rhino tribe also had a lot of storage in the warehouse, almost comparable to the crocodile tribe.

In particular, there were rhino horns that could be made into weapons, which were good things that could significantly improve the combat effectiveness of the monkey tribe at this time.

Mo Fan's battle ended quickly, but the collection of spoils was a huge project.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that Mo Fan led the five thousand monkey warriors back to Monkey Mountain.

Each monkey warrior carried a bag woven from vines, filled with spiritual herbs and inner pills.

He also held a large handful in his hand and carried a rhino horn thicker than his thigh on his shoulder.

The journey was very strenuous, but he enjoyed it.

Everyone felt proud and happy.

But no one, including Mo Fan, noticed it.

On the ruins of the rhino territory, a snow-white deer looked at the team leaving Mo Fan and others, with a very human look in his eyes.