"Who is that guy?"

Peng Song looked pale after using a transfer spell.

But compared to this, he cared more about Chen Fan's identity.

Judging from the previous conversation, it was obvious that the other party did not know their identities. Of course, just in case, they chose to kill people to silence them in order not to expose their whereabouts.

It's just that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Not only did they fail to silence each other and hide their whereabouts, but they also risked the lives of all their companions. If they go back and find out from others inside, they will definitely be laughed at.

"What a masked man, I will remember you!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "When I go back this time, I will definitely kill you next time!"

"No need for next time, just this time."

A voice suddenly sounded from ahead.

The masked man he just mentioned blocked his way.

"you?"

Peng Song stopped abruptly, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

How is that possible?

He used the teleportation technique and teleported seven or eight kilometers away! It was even more powerful than the teleportation props used by those C-level awakeners.

However, this secret technique comes at the cost of burning blood essence and cannot be used unless absolutely necessary.

But how could this guy still catch up? How did he know the direction of his escape?

"You, who are you? How did you find me?"

He spoke with difficulty.

"Who are you?"

Chen Fan asked rhetorically.

"Hmph, if you want to know my identity, you have to dream!" Peng Song sneered and stared at Chen Fan.

Although he didn't know how Chen Fan found him, he could continue to use it, so he didn't believe that this guy could continue to catch up.

"Soul-taking."

Chen Fan's eyes flashed with light.

Peng Song felt like the world was spinning. He suddenly lost consciousness and stood there stupidly.

"call……"

Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of the time spent talking to the other party just now, he directly upgraded the [Soul Transfer Technique] to the perfect state, spending more than 10,000 experience points.

One of its core features is Soul Capturing, which allows you to directly control the opponent's mind through eye contact.

The greater the gap in mental strength between the two parties, the longer the control will last.

Judging from the scene in front of me, it is indeed remarkable.

He walked forward and found that the black ball that the opponent was holding before had disappeared.

"It must have been hidden by him in the space items."

Chen Fan murmured, "There's no rush, just take him back first."

He grabbed the other person's shoulder, and after a burst of lightning, he came to the injured man.

There was a "pop" sound.

When the man saw the mask on Chen Fan's face, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his face extremely frightened.

Is this guy coming back again and again?

Yes, it must be that he did not catch up with Brother Peng, so he pursued himself instead.

Regardless, I was already prepared to die, as long as...

There was another "pop", and a figure was thrown to the ground.

He looked subconsciously, and his body suddenly seemed to be struck by thunder, and he was extremely shocked.

"Peng, Brother Peng? You, you're not?"

His mouth was wide enough to swallow baskets of eggs.

However, the latter was lying on the ground, rolling his eyes, as if he didn't care.

"Brother Peng, Brother Peng, what's wrong with you? Brother Peng!"

"Okay, stop shouting."

Chen Fan glanced at him impatiently and said, "He was controlled by me, didn't you see?"

"Under your control?"

The injured man was startled.

He looked at Peng Song's current state and swallowed hard.

It seems, really.

Isn't Brother Peng's current state the same as the previous people who were controlled by them?

"you?"

The next moment, he also felt that his whole body was enveloped by a breath of death, and then his body tilted and he completely lost consciousness.

"That's embarrassing." Chen Fan retracted his finger.

Now that the man named Peng has been caught, the remaining one has no value in keeping, so he can just kill him with the Soul-Destroying Finger.

"May I have your name?"

He looked at the person lying on the ground.

"Peng Song."

The other party answered honestly.

"Who are you? Why are you here? What was the black ball in your hand just now?"

Chen Fan asked a series of questions.

"We are members of the Black Demon Cult. We noticed that there was a lot of death aura here, so we rushed here. The black ball in my hand is something that can absorb the energy of dead creatures."

Peng Song said word for word.

Although I don't speak fluently, I can make people understand.

"Dark Demon Cult?"

Chen Fan frowned.

He felt as if he had seen this name somewhere.

By the way, two days ago, he took Gu Ze to take the Awakened Persons Association assessment. When he was bored, didn't he open a booklet?

There were many wanted posters on the homepage back then.

Isn't it the Black Demon Cult that was founded by one of the guys nicknamed the Sacrifice?

"What are you doing absorbing these things?" Chen Fan asked.

"We take this energy back and give it to the Bishop, and he will give us strength to make us stronger." Peng Song said.

"Give you strength and make you stronger?" Chen Fan asked: "Is this the purpose? Nothing else?"

"Yes, I heard from the Bishop that as long as there is more energy, the Lord Black Devil's men can be summoned, and even, one day, the Lord Black Devil can be directly brought here."

Chen Fan was stunned.

Summoning monsters from different dimensions and coming here is probably the true purpose of this Black Demon Cult.

And giving these people extraordinary power is tantamount to giving them sweetness, allowing them to sacrifice others happily.

In other words, their power comes from that black devil.

No wonder I think they are strange.

After roughly understanding the whole story, Chen Fan looked extremely ugly.

So, the tentacles of these guys have already reached here? You know, this place is only four to five hundred miles away from Anshan City and Chenjiabao.

If he hadn't happened to bump into this group of people today, there's no guarantee that one day these people wouldn't attack his village.

"Where's the black ball you were holding in your hand just now? Take it out."

"yes."

Peng Song was like a puppet on strings, obeying Chen Fan's words.
To be continued...