The actual fight between the two was extremely short.
But the dangers involved are beyond the comprehension of outsiders.
If he was stimulated by Rakshasa's words and his flaws were revealed, or if his movements were a little slow, the person lying on the ground at this moment might be Su Zimo.
Su Zimo stared at the bodies of the Rakshasa clan with a gloomy expression.
What the Rakshasa clan says is nine times out of ten true!
Su Zimo was not a saint, and he had never thought of saving everyone, but the little fat man, the monkey, and others were in Wanxiang City, and their lives were uncertain, so he had to go back and take a look.
The situation in Vientiane City is not optimistic.
Perhaps, it was worse than he expected!
It's just that a Rakshasa is already so troublesome.
If there are really more than a hundred Rakshasa in Wanxiang City, Su Zimo really doesn't have much confidence.
Moreover, Su Zimo learned from the dead Rakshasa that there was a Rakshasa leader among them!
The strength of this Rakshasa commander is probably comparable to that of the Nascent Soul Lord!
The safest way is, of course, to take the elixir immediately and adjust your breathing in place.
Not to mention returning to the peak state, it is safest to wait until the spiritual power has recovered to 70 to 80% and can release the golden elixir phenomenon before turning back.
But Su Zimo really couldn't worry about the little fat man and others, and his uneasiness became more and more intense. He just pondered for a while and decided to return to Vientiane City immediately!
"I hope nothing happens!"
Su Zimo murmured softly, his eyes were cold, his figure flashed, and he galloped towards the direction of Vientiane City.
…
Vientiane City is filled with blood and anger, surrounded by innocent souls.
On the streets, on rooftops, and in corners, broken limbs and cold dead bodies can be seen everywhere, which is shocking.
The black light in mid-air is still galloping.
Eerie laughter is everywhere!
In the hands of each Rakshasa clan, there were three or two cultivators who were still alive, biting the flesh and blood with green eyes and excited expressions.
Nearly half of the more than 100,000 geniuses have died, and even more are injured!
"I said, no one is allowed to leave without my permission!"
The leader of the God Clan stood in the air, looking down at the cultivators below who were in endless panic. His tone was calm, but there was an unquestionable majesty!
No one can provoke the gods.
The consequences for provoking the gods is death!
Gradually, some monks stopped running away, their eyes showing endless despair.
Some people stood there blankly, looking at the corpses lying in a pool of blood around them, their eyes dull, as if they had lost their souls.
"very good."
The leader of the God Clan raised his lips slightly and said leisurely: "As long as you stay here obediently, I will not kill you indiscriminately, nor will I treat you as blood food like the Rakshasa Clan."
In the eyes of the gods, the human race is despicable, and their flesh and blood is extremely dirty, and they don't even bother to taste it.
"snort!"
Hearing these words, the Rakshasa leader in mid-air snorted coldly, raised his arms, and asked loudly: "Tribesmen, are you full?"
"My belly is almost bursting, it's so happy!"
A Rakshasa laughed arrogantly.
The Rakshasa leader nodded, waved his hand and gave the order, and raised his voice: "Human ants, listen, as long as you stay in Vientiane City honestly and don't think about escaping, I, the Rakshasa clan, can temporarily spare your lives!"
"Commander, our brothers have eaten enough, but they haven't killed enough yet!"
A Rakshasa couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes and shouted loudly.
"What do you know!"
The Rakshasa commander smiled sinisterly and said: "These humans have all been killed, and their flesh and blood will no longer be fresh! I plan to keep them in captivity in this Vientiane City as future food rations!"
"The wise leader!"
Many Rakshasa's eyes lit up and they shouted in unison.
Hearing these words, Zhenjun Yujun looked angry and trembled with anger.
The guiding monk let out a long sigh. Looking at this scene, he seemed to be able to feel the despair and helplessness of the human race being enslaved by all races in the ancient times.
More and more cultivators stopped fleeing.
Continue running out of the city, narrowly escaping death.
If you stay in Vientiane City, you can at least survive for a while.
"Nian Qi is in the hands of the Gods. I can't leave. You should leave first and go find your elder brother and tell him not to come back." Qing Qing struggled, pondered for a while, and finally made this decision.
Little Fatty and others don't know Nian Qi.
But Qingqing saw it clearly. The woman who was restrained by the gods and escorted over was Nian Qi!
"If you don't leave, I won't leave either."
Linghu suppressed the fear in his heart, patted his chest, and said firmly: "Qingqing, don't worry, I, Tiger Batian, will be with you. If these aliens want to hurt you, they have to get through me first!"
Qingqing was moved in her heart and looked at Linghu with slightly red eyes.
"We're not leaving either."
The monkey's bloody eyes turned and he said lightly.
"Brother Monkey, you..."
"Needless to say, we are sworn brothers, so naturally we should advance and retreat together."
"That's right, let's advance and retreat together!"
The golden lion also nodded and clenched his fists.
The little fat man scratched his head, looked at Leng Rou and Lin Xuanji, and for a moment he had no idea.
Lin Xuanji smiled miserably and said: "I will definitely not leave. Vientiane City was established by Xuanji Palace. As a disciple of Xuanji Palace, even if I die, I will die here!"
Ji Chengtian's eyes flickered and he muttered: "Let's stay too. At this time, most of the monks have chosen to stay in Vientiane City. There are very few monks who rush out. If there is any change, they will inevitably become the targets of the Rakshasa and God clans. !”
"good!"
Everyone should come down.
"Gather them all together, with these three Nascent Soul Lords as the center."
The Rakshasa commander looked at the three of them, True Monarch Yujun, with a hint of joking in his tone.
"If you move so slowly, I think you are seeking death!"
A cultivator was seriously injured and was stumbling. After being scolded by a Rakshasa, his head was cut off with a knife and his body was found on the spot!
The remaining monks changed their expressions in shock and moved much faster.
The people of the God Clan had their hands behind their backs, looked arrogant, and looked on coldly without any mercy in their eyes.
Before long, all the monks in the city had gathered together in a dense crowd.
With the support of True Lord Luoxue, True Lord Yujun stood up and looked around.
Yesterday, there were more than 100,000 talented people here, but now, there are only more than 50,000 people left. Half of the monks have turned into cold corpses and are sleeping here!
Tragic!
Most of the remaining 50,000 monks are injured and will become the Rakshasa clan's food rations. No one will be spared!
True Lord Yujun burst into tears and his lips wriggled. After a while, he finally didn't say a word, only a deep sigh.
Behind is Wanxiang Peak.
This mountain peak has stood here since ancient times. It has witnessed the birth of countless geniuses and monsters, the rise of the human race, and the collision of ancient emperors!
Now, this mountain peak will witness the scene of more than 100,000 human beings being slaughtered by aliens!
This day will eventually become the most shameful and dark chapter in the history of human cultivation!