Killing permanently increases magic power. It makes sense for a tank to kill people instantly, right

After hearing the order, the few people did not hesitate at all, and each of them grabbed a handful of poison powder and sprinkled it towards Ding Fan mercilessly. These poison powders, which seemed to be fatal to them, were as insignificant as dust in Ding Fan's eyes, and could not cause any substantial harm to him at all.

He turned around and bumped into one of them.

The night was dim and the moon was sparse. The figure quietly appeared in the dark corner, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, staring closely at Ding Fan in front of him. He originally thought that his appearance would make the other party panic, but Ding Fan in front of him was like a still rock, not afraid of the storm.

The man couldn't help but shudder, as if he was poured with cold water, and the chill penetrated his bones. He knew very well that Ding Fan was no ordinary person. The calm aura and calm attitude emanating from him made him feel an inexplicable sense of oppression. He didn't dare to be careless at all, and immediately adjusted his strategy, slightly tilted his body, and quickly dodged to the side.

Although his movements were swift, they were as clear as slow motion in Ding Fan's eyes. Ding Fan smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He did not chase immediately, but stood quietly in place, as if waiting for something.

The man's heartbeat quickened, he knew his whereabouts had been exposed, and Ding Fan seemed to be waiting for a perfect opportunity. He did not dare to relax at all, holding the weapon in his hand tightly, ready to deal with the impending crisis.

In the darkness of the night, a silent duel was quietly unfolding. Ding Fan and the man were waiting for the other's flaws, and who would have the last laugh in this contest remained to be seen by time.

However, Ding Fan's impact speed was too fast and he couldn't dodge it at all.

I just felt my abdomen being hit by a huge force and it caved in. Then a mouthful of blood spurted out and I fell on my back.

Ding Fan also turned around and landed next to the formation.

At this time, only the chief and another corpse-controller were left.

When they saw their two companions being killed so easily by Ding Fan, their eyes were filled with fear.

One of them hurriedly shouted to the chief:

"Quick, activate the formation!"

Hearing this, the chief did not hesitate and started to activate the formation.

Seeing this, Ding Fan didn't give them any chance and just taunted them.

When the chief heard the mocking sound, he was attracted by the hatred and rushed towards Ding Fan.

The other person quickly started to operate on the formation.

The red flames suddenly became stronger, and a huge red ball of light appeared in the center of the formation.

There was a porcupine writhing inside the ball of light.

The wounds on its body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ding Fan couldn't care less at this point. Since the chief had come to his doorstep, he might as well kill him first!

Ding Fan rushed forward violently, sending him flying more than two meters away.

Then, ordinary attacks continued to attack.

The chief's health was decreasing rapidly.

When the corpse-controller saw that the chief was in danger, he quickly dropped his work and rushed towards Ding Fan.

However, Ding Fan's attack speed was too fast and he couldn't get close to him at all.

At the ancient sacrificial site deep in the tribe, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the air seemed to be distorted by the burning. The chief, the spiritual leader of the tribe, was as pale as paper, leaning precariously on a weathered and peeling stone pillar. His eyes were sunken, and his pupils flashed with a mysterious and deep light, as if he could see through the boundary between life and death.

At this moment, Ding Fan, the foreign challenger, approached the chief step by step. His eyes were firm, and the spear in his hand flashed with cold light, obviously ready for a decisive battle. The warriors of the tribe watched nervously, their heartbeats seemed to be synchronized with the rhythm of the sun, and every beat was full of tension and expectation.

Just as the chief was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly closed his eyes and muttered something. His voice was deep and mysterious, as if it came from the ancient abyss, which made people shudder. As he chanted, an invisible force emanated from him and permeated the entire sacrificial field.

Then, the chief suddenly opened his eyes, and a strong black breath gushed out of his mouth. This black phlegm looked particularly strange in the sunlight, as if it had its own life, twisting and wriggling in the air, flying towards Ding Fan.

Ding Fan's face changed slightly when he saw this. He didn't expect the chief to have such a powerful counterattack. He quickly adjusted his posture, holding the spear tightly, ready to meet this sudden attack.

The black phlegm drew a strange trajectory in the air and headed straight for Ding Fan. It was getting faster and faster, as if it wanted to devour everything. Ding Fan tightly grasped the spear, his muscles tensed, ready to meet the challenge at this critical moment.

Just when the black phlegm was about to hit Ding Fan, he suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind him. He looked back and saw that it was the warriors of the tribe who rushed forward and blocked the fatal blow with their bodies.

"For the tribe!" the warriors shouted in unison, their voices deafening, full of determination and courage.

Ding Fan was deeply shocked by this scene. He didn't expect these warriors to be so united and willing to sacrifice themselves to defend the tribe. A warm current surged in his heart, and he became more determined in his belief.

He turned his head and stared at the chief in front of him, with a determined light in his eyes. He knew that the battle had just begun and he had to go all out to win the final victory.

In this way, a life-and-death battle is about to break out at the sacrificial site. The contest between Ding Fan and the chief will determine the fate of the entire tribe. And the result of this battle will be forever remembered in the hearts of every warrior.

As soon as the sticky phlegm touched Ding Fan, he felt his movement speed slowed down.

The corpse-controller also took the opportunity to rush to the chief and helped him up.

Seeing that Ding Fan had slowed down, the chief was no longer panicked and gave Ding Fan two strange laughs.

He waved the magic formula in his hand, and the red ball of light in the center of the formation flew directly to Ding Fan's head.

The ball of light continued to expand, covering Ding Fan inside.

Then, the ball of light suddenly exploded, and a huge impact force knocked Ding Fan away.

Fortunately, Ding Fan had a shield, otherwise he would have lost a lot of health points.

Ding Fan got up from the ground and dusted off his body.

This made him very interested in the formation.

As night fell, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the silent forest. The ground trembled, as if something was awakening. Then, a huge halo rose from the ground, illuminating the surrounding darkness. In the center of the halo, a mysterious formation loomed, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

This formation was unusual, it was actually a legendary trap formation. As the name suggests, a trap formation is a formation that can trap the enemy. However, this trap formation was different, it seemed to have a powerful force that could shake the enemy trapped inside out.

At this moment, at the edge of the formation, a group of men in black were retreating in panic. Their eyes were filled with fear and disbelief, and it was obvious that they were also shocked by this sudden trap.

“What is this? Why are we trapped here?” a man in black asked in horror.

“I don’t know, but we must find a way out as soon as possible!” another man in black replied, his voice full of tension.

However, just as they were panicking, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from the center of the trap. This energy was like a gust of wind, instantly blowing the enemies trapped in the trap away.

The men in black were caught off guard and were knocked to the ground one by one. They screamed in fear, their bodies tumbling in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, the entire dense forest fell into chaos. However, the mysterious trap was still quietly suspended in the air, as if everything was under its control.

If they had puppets, this move would definitely be a killing move.

When the corpse-controller saw that Ding Fan was fine, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

What they just used was the most powerful means of the tribe, but they didn't expect that they still couldn't kill Ding Fan.

In the dense tropical rainforest, the sun shines through layers of green leaves, dappling on the ground. A seemingly ordinary tribal meeting hides a deep undercurrent. The chief, the spiritual leader of the tribe, sits on a simple throne made of animal skins and wood, his eyes as sharp as a cheetah.

Just now, a fierce battle took place in the open space in the center of the tribe. The young Ding Fan, with his outstanding courage and wisdom, successfully broke free from the life-and-death struggle and stood up unscathed. His eyes were firm and his posture was upright, like a towering mountain, standing firm in the wind and rain.

However, in the eyes of the chief, all this became a provocation and threat. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, like an enraged lion ready to pounce on the prey that dared to challenge his authority. His palms were clenched, and his knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to hold on to the power in his hands tightly and not allow anyone to challenge it.

Ding Fan felt the pressure from the chief, but he did not back down. He knew that the battle had just begun. He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and met the chief's fierce gaze. He knew that no matter what the outcome, he would fight for his beliefs and dignity.

An exciting and tense duel is about to take place in this mysterious tribe. The contest between Ding Fan and the chief will determine the future of the entire tribe. And this contest will also become an unforgettable page in Ding Fan's life.

The spit he just spat out was the tribe's secret slow-acting saliva.

Anyone hit will have their movement speed reduced by 50% within ten seconds, and will not be able to use any displacement skills.

This is also the reason why they didn't use it right away. The slow saliva is extremely precious, and there is not much of it in the entire tribe.

I thought I could take this opportunity to kill Ding Fan, but I didn't expect that I would not succeed.

Since the hard one is not enough, then use the soft one.

The chief suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ding Fan.

"Please forgive us, we are willing to do anything for you!"

The corpse-controller also quickly imitated the chief and knelt on the ground.

Ding Fan felt a little amused when he saw this scene.

It seems that these zombies are not stupid. They surrender when they know they can't win.

However, Ding Fan will not let them go just because of this.

He had just checked and found that among these six zombies, the chief had the highest magic power, which had reached 1800.

The night is as dark as ink, and the moonlight is mottled. In this forest full of mystery and danger, every inch of land hides endless secrets. Deep in the forest, a faint blue light flickers, as if it is the call of some mysterious power, or the warning of some powerful creature.

This is a young adventurer named Ding Fan. With a determined light in his eyes, he stood at the edge of the forest holding a fine iron sword. He knew that behind the blue light, there might be a powerful monster, a capable assistant who could help him conquer the world in the future.

Ding Fan took a deep breath and gripped the hilt tightly, feeling the cool metal texture, as if it was conveying a kind of strength to him. He took a step forward and stepped into the dark forest. His heartbeat echoed in the quiet night, like an exciting war song.

As he went deeper and deeper, the atmosphere in the forest became more and more dignified, as if there was an invisible pressure forcing him. But he did not retreat, because he knew that behind every powerful creature, there was an immeasurable power hidden. He longed for this power, and longed to be able to subdue the powerful monster and make it his right-hand man in the future.

Just as Ding Fan was about to approach the blue light, a deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of the forest, making his ears buzz. Then, a huge figure rushed out from the darkness, and the pair of red eyes seemed to be able to spray flames, which was chilling.

Ding Fan held the sword tightly and went forward. He knew that this would be a tough battle, but he also knew that as long as he could subdue this monster, his future adventures would become smoother. He took a deep breath, wielded the sword, and started a thrilling duel with the powerful monster.

Under the moonlight, the sword flashed and the beast roared. Every battle made Ding Fan feel unprecedented pressure, but he gradually found his own rhythm under this pressure. He keenly captured the monster's attack pattern and looked for its flaws. Finally, in a fierce duel, Ding Fan seized the opportunity and stabbed the monster's weakness with a sword.

The monster let out a final shrill roar, and its huge body fell to the ground. Ding Fan stood beside it, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He knew that he had successfully subdued this powerful monster, and his future adventure would become even more hopeful.

He walked forward, gently caressing the monster's cold skin, feeling its heavy power. At this moment, he seemed to have seen himself galloping through the forest in the future, with this capable assistant by his side, conquering more powerful monsters together.