The intense pain made Monaya's expression stubborn and distorted. He gritted his teeth and said: "I laugh that your human race knows nothing about the power of the supreme. No matter how hard you struggle, it is meaningless. You wait for all your efforts to finally make everything empty! "
These words are like expounding facts, but also like a vicious curse, and more like an expectation of the future.
Yang Kai couldn't help snorting coldly: "I'm not very capable, but my tone is not small."
Manaya frowned: "Brother Yang..."
The spear in Yang Kai's hand shook violently, interrupting him, with a strong expression of disgust on his face: "Who is your brother Yang? You are qualified to call me a brother?"
Manaya showed a look of stunned expression, expecting to say: "I thought..."
Yang Kai interrupted him again: "You and I have been in constant confrontation over the years, and each has a winning field, so you think that as an opponent, you should sympathize with each other?"
"Shouldn't it?" Monaya asked rhetorically.
The disgust on Yang Kai’s face is even stronger: “It seems that you are the one who doesn’t know anything! I, Yang Kai, has been practicing for thousands of years and have encountered many powerful opponents, and there are indeed some worthy of regret, because It was the urging of those opponents that allowed me to move forward, step by step, to this day, but that does not include you, does not include any Mo people! For all people, the Mo people are enemies of life and death, and you can only kill them. Then hurry up!"
Manaye was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "The opponents will cherish each other, but the enemy cannot."
"It looks like you understand. If that's the case, then answer me, where did the Mo people's reinforcements come from? Did something happen to the first day of the ban? You only have one chance to speak!" Yang Kai said coldly. The cold wind of Soodong.
A sarcasm smiled at the corner of Manaya's mouth, and he looked at Mi Jinglun who was opposite, and said lightly: "Mo will be eternal!"
The violent power suddenly erupted from Manaye's chest, and the power of the three thousand great avenues was ups and downs. This king who has dominated the overall situation of the Mo people for thousands of years, burst into pieces, bloody and broken limbs flew together.
Manaya, fall!
Yang Kai warned him that he only had one chance to speak, but he did not intend to reveal any valuable information. Yang Kai would not be merciful. What's more, no matter what answer he gave, he would not escape this time.
Yang Kai would never let him have the chance to escape from birth. Seven hundred years ago, he couldn't kill Manae in the world in the furnace. He always regretted it. Later, the Qiankun furnace was closed, and he thought there would be another time. The opportunity to kill Manaye, who knew he was taken to the end of heaven and earth by the Universe Furnace, allowing this guy to escape by accident.
Manaya knew this well, and Yang Kai had already expected it.
For a long time, the biggest threat to the human race by Manaya has not been his master-level cultivation, but the mind that dominates all the Mo races. If it were not for him to command the entire Mo race, it would not be the battle to return. With such hardship, it can be said that a Manaye army has paid at least 30% more casualties.
Until this moment, the Mo clan king finally came to the end of his life!
Mi Jinglun raised his hand and grabbed it, and grabbed a broken arm, which was the stump of Manaya's death. He broke off the opponent's clenched big hand and pulled out an unhatched ink nest from the palm of his hand.
Lifted his eyes and looked at Yang Kai: "Is that why you lied to him?"
With the help of the Void Guard's investigation, the Human Race had an insight into the movement of the Mo family's reinforcements, so it resolutely launched this decisive battle.
Manaya had speculations about this, but he was not completely sure, so he wanted to get a confirmation before he died.
Logically speaking, Monaya is about to die. Even if you tell him the answer, it doesn’t matter much. After all, the dead can’t do anything, but when he asked that question, Yang Kai appeared ignorant. , And seeing him like this, Mi Jinglun also quickly cooperated.
In the end, he didn't figure out whether the human race knew about the Mo family's reinforcements in advance until Manaya was beheaded.
Yang Kai nodded: "Just in case!"
Although it doesn’t matter much to admit that, no one knows what kind of changes will be brought to the situation if they really admit it, so Yang Kai always adheres to a principle. If the enemy wants to know, then never let them. knowledge.
However, judging from the Mo Naye holding the Mo Nest before his death, the news of not returning to the customs must have reached the Mo Clan’s supporting army, and the supporting army also knew that their existence had been exposed, even Knowing that a giant black god had died in battle.
This made Yang Kai sigh. After he joined forces with Ah Da to kill the black giant god, he immediately entered the level and destroyed all the ink nests, just to prevent the news here from slipping away, but it turned out. Judging from it, it still couldn't be completely prevented.
Mochao has great convenience in message transmission.
The only thing that can be rejoicing at the moment is that the Mo ethnic reinforcement army does not know the existence of the void guard and the space magic circle, nor does it know the next situation on the battlefield.
At the moment, the reinforcements that are still marching in the void have to face only two choices. One is to speed up and go to the customs without returning, hoping that the war is not over before their support arrives, and they will be able to help here at that time. With the help of the Mo Clan, it might be possible to restore the decline.
The second kind of nature is to stick to the spot, line up troops, lay down a net of heaven and earth, and wait for the human army to enter the urn.
But no matter which one they choose, they can't stop the demise of the Mo Clan without returning to Guan!
With the fall of that black giant god, the overall situation has long been set for this battle that does not return.
Mi Jinglun clenched his hand tightly, destroying the ink nest, and lightly waved the feather fan: "Junior Brother, let’s heal your wounds for the time being. I am afraid that the black giant god will need you to help. As for other things, you don’t need to worry about it, you do it. Enough."
Yang Kai pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly: "That's good!"
Killing the black giant god and Manaya successively, he consumes a lot of money, and he really needs to recover for a while. Although the overall situation of this battle has been set, but if you want a beautiful ending, you still need to solve the remaining black giant god. , That thing is not easy to deal with, if the first black giant god is not too careless, it will not fall in such a short time.
Mi Jinglun left, and Yang Kai cultivated quietly. He didn't arrange any protection. He just sat cross-legged in the void, not afraid that someone from the Mo clan would attack him...
When the aura of Manaya, the master-level powerhouse, was annihilated, the already fragmented Mo Clan defense line became more and more unbearable.
Especially those Mo people who are fighting with the human race powerhouse, have been shocked by the fall of the black giant god, and now Manaya also died in the battle, and every domain master and even the false king's heart is welling up. Great panic and overwhelming.
Before the start of this war, everything was under control, but when the war broke out, everything was developing in a direction that the Mo people didn't want to see, pushing them into the abyss step by step.
The fall of the black giant gods and Manaye has caused a series of unpredictable chain reactions. Everywhere on the battlefield, the aura of the Mo clan powerhouse began to annihilate.
And with the fall of a large number of Mo family powerhouses, more human race powerhouses took out their hands to support some anxious battlefields, and soon a situation of fighting with more and less was formed.
The various advantages of the human race on the battlefield have quickly accumulated in a snowball way.
Seeing that the situation is not good, many Mo people can not help but give birth to the thought of fleeing, but under the current situation, how can they escape.
Half a day later, as the news of the annihilation of the new lord’s aura spread throughout the battlefield, the Mo clan completely collapsed, and an aura of despair engulfed every Mo clan. In such a desperate situation, a lot of people were forced on the contrary. The Mo people are determined to fight to the death, but at this time, even if they have such determination, it is already difficult to save the situation.
Somewhere in the battlefield, Mo Yu single-handedly fought against Luo Tinghe, Wei Junyang and Xiang Shan, even though his aptitude was much older than the three ninth-ranks of the human race, he was still incapable of fighting one enemy three.
Originally his opponent was Luo Tinghe alone, but as the battle progressed, Wei Junyang and Xiang Shan gradually resolved their opponents and supported them.
Not only that, but Mo Yu clearly felt that the other ninth ranks of the human race had a trace of energy to pay attention to the war here.
In such a situation, even if Mo Yu had the ability to win the three 9th ranks, he might be besieged by even more 9th ranks waiting for him.
What's more, he doesn't have this ability yet!
Knowing that he is bound to die, Mo Yu let go of his hands and feet instead, holding the mentality of not losing money, regardless of his own trauma, only staring at Xiangshan's indiscriminate bombing, and the hit Xiangshan was extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, neither Luo Tinghe nor Wei Junyang were mediocre, and under the combined efforts of the three, they did not give Mo Yu a chance to die together.
This fierce battle lasted for a long time, and in the end, Xiang Shan was hit hard by the opponent, but at the same time, he slashed Mo Yu's head, swept through endless swords, and twisted the remnant into pieces.
So far, the only three kings of the Mo clan have all fallen!
Of the hundreds of pseudo-lords, there are only less than a hundred remaining lingering, and even these one hundred may fall at any time.
As for the Mozu army, which was originally hundreds of millions, has also been killed by the human race. In the vast battlefield, Mozu corpses can be seen everywhere. , Confiscated the lives of the remnants of the Mo ethnic group.
Xiang Shan was not lightly injured, staying in place to heal, Luo Tinghe and Wei Junyang rushed to other battlefields non-stop, under the eyes of the Mo clan king master-level powerhouse, just relying on those lonely pseudo kings, how can Can withstand the assaults and killings of Terran's top combat power.
One after another, the breath of the pseudo-lord began to disappear one after another...
Until a certain moment, the body of the last Mo clan powerhouse was blown up, and the blood was scattered all over the sky. Ouyang Lie, a fiery red-haired man, panted slightly and shook his fist. The hair was burning like a flame.
The vast battlefield was quiet, and the chaotic confrontation had already ceased. The soldiers watched from side to side. You look at me, I look at you, and they all laughed immediately.
The next moment, the sky-shaking cheers sounded, and the converging sound waves almost tore the void.
Terran, won!