The Fenglong Domain without an owner is completely different from the Fenglong Domain with an owner.
If this group of people really set up a trap, then Fenglongyu would be Xiyue's only way out. They must definitely guard Xiyue's last way out.
The Feng family ancestor's expression became increasingly ugly.
These Zhenwei soldiers are so brave and courageous that they seem to have no fear of death at all.
Moreover, most of them can use a very strange formation. Thirty people form a formation and control hundreds of Cangming soldiers. They can easily strangle the Cangming Army. Even the Jindan stage generals are hard to escape in the formation.
Qishan, who had been watching the fun and enjoying the smell of blood and the scene of massacre, finally became impatient.
He took a step forward and looked at the Feng family ancestor with contempt, "You can't even handle a mere 100,000 pieces of trash. Humph, no wonder your Feng family was exterminated. Trash!"
The Feng family ancestor's face turned pale and blue, but he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.
Qishan walked forward, looked coldly at the soldiers fighting bravely on the battlefield, and sneered: "Since you are so fearless of death, then I will grant your wish, all of you go to hell!"
So what if there are many people, or how powerful the formation is? In Qishan's eyes, a group of low-level warriors in the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages are nothing more than a bunch of ants.
The spiritual power in Qishan's hands slowly gathered, and soon, a green flag flew into the air, making a loud noise in the evening breeze.
Qishan raised the spiritual power in his hand towards the green flag, and instantly a tornado surged out from the flag, whistling towards the direction where the Zhenwei Army was concentrated.
The Zhenwei army, which had originally set up a stranglehold formation to kill the enemy, suddenly felt a strong wind and huge waves coming, and their bodies were forcibly swept into it, followed by waves of severe pain as their skin was cut.
Screams and roars echoed in the valley. The tornado that rose from the green flag grew bigger and bigger, and swept up more and more soldiers of the Zhenwei Army.
Blood spurted out from the tornado bit by bit, dyeing the sky red, and it looked like a ball of blood mist spinning rapidly.
Chen Guang watched his soldiers being tortured and slaughtered. His eyes turned red with anger and he rushed towards Qishan with a roar, "I will fight you to the death!"
Qishan didn't even look at him. Instead, he gave a scornful smile and shot a thin stream of spiritual power towards Chen Guang's head.
Even though it's just a strand of spiritual power thinner than a chopstick, if it hits Chen Guang's head, it can explode his head in an instant.
Zhou Yanan ran over and screamed, "Chen Guang, you are crazy, come back quickly!"
But it was too late, Chen Guang’s head was about to be hit by the spiritual power.
Suddenly, a dragon roar came from the distant sky.
Then, a huge golden dragon fell from the sky, swinging its tail. It exhaled a breath of dragon, and a larger tornado swept up the storm shrouded in blood mist. After a moment, the two hurricanes subsided.
The soldiers of the Zhenwei Army who were originally caught in the eye of the wind also landed on the ground safely.
Qishan's expression changed several times, his eyes staring at the giant dragon that was holding Chen Guang and slowly landing on the ground. After a while, he murmured: "Golden flying dragon, it's actually a golden flying dragon. Why does Miluo Continent have such a mythical beast?"
But soon, Qishan's attention was shifted to another side, and he could no longer care about this rare beast that originally made him extremely excited.
Because on the back of the golden flying dragon, he saw a beautiful girl. (To be continued)