Seeing Ye Feng's excited expression, Wu Da was stunned and asked in confusion: "Flame beast? What is it?"
"This cave existed long before the ancient Demon Emperor era, and it is estimated to have a history of tens of thousands of years. Everything in the world has spirituality. In the polar ice fields of the Immortal Realm, it is freezing cold, and the tens of thousands of years old icebergs are towering. The spiritual energy in the ten thousand years of ice has gathered for thousands of years and gave birth to ice spirits. In this tens of thousands of years old underground lava, the fire spirit cannot be released, so it will gather and form an elemental beast, the fire spirit. The primary form of the flame beast is the fire spirit, and it will evolve into a flame beast after more than ten thousand years. If I didn't look carefully, I would have thought that there was flowing magma underneath, but I didn't expect it to be a flame beast generated by tens of thousands of years of fire spirit. Haha, this time we are saved."
Wu Da frowned. "Even if they are flame beasts, not flowing magma, what does it have to do with us? Can we let them help us open a path? Master Ye, your cultivation and the blood of the ancient gods are unfathomable, but I feel that your IQ is not very high."
Ye Feng smiled: "You are a martial arts fanatic, and you are mocking my intelligence. You guessed it right. I can order them to help us open a path of fire, let them work for us, and burn those demon armies to death."
Wu Da looked at Ye Feng in a daze. Ye Feng's words were beyond his intelligence, but Ye Feng's excitement infected his emotions and inspired him.
He smiled awkwardly: "Hey, although I don't know how you did it, I believe you can do it."
Ye Feng smiled and said, "It seems that you are not yet hopelessly stupid."
Ye Feng shook his wrist, and a three-colored Thunder Sword appeared in his palm, emitting a dazzling light and slowly fell to his feet.
Ye Feng gently stepped down from the flying sword and told Wu Da: "Let me show you how I can make those flame beasts work for me. But it will take some time for me to drive them. You have to help me block the attacks of the demons and don't let them affect my practice."
Wu Da strode out with the magic bronze stick on his shoulder. "Don't worry. Apart from that thin old man with the flashing shadow, who is a bit troublesome, I don't care about the other guys at all."
As soon as Wuda reached a narrow bend in the cave, he encountered a team of more than a dozen demon warriors armed with magic crystal guns.
The demon warrior saw Wuda and shouted in fear: "Found it, found it."
Buzz, Wuda's magic bronze stick was like a dazzling green dragon, smashing the two demon warriors in front to death, causing their brains to burst.
The demon warriors behind immediately opened fire at Wuda, but the dazzling magic crystal rays only hit the stone wall of the cave, causing gravel to fly everywhere, but they could not hit Wuda at all.
Wu Da's magic blue dragon stick struck the demon warriors one by one and killed them in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that the situation was not good, three demon warriors fled quickly, but they were not familiar with the terrain. Wuda had been in this cave for three thousand years and knew what every stone looked like, so he quickly caught up with them.
After a lot of random smashing, the fleeing demon warriors were also killed.
Soon, he heard footsteps in the side passage again, and someone was walking towards him.
Wu Da slammed the magic copper stick in his hand heavily to the ground, leaned on the stick with both hands with an indifferent look on his face, stood there, waiting for his opportunity.
Those few demons were not demon warriors but masters from the Demon Martial Arts Sect.
The levels of these masters from the Demonic Martial Sect were neither high nor low, and they all had the cultivation level of a sixth-level Demon General.
When they saw Wu Da holding the magic copper stick, they were shocked at first. But when they saw that Wu Da was the only one there and Ye Feng was not there, their expressions eased a lot.
When they were outside the cave, they heard Ye Feng's introduction and knew that Wu Da was a disciple of the Ancient Demon Sect. Out of respect for the Ancient Demon Emperor, several masters of the Demon Martial Sect clasped their fists with respect and said, "Senior, we are all from the Demon Clan. The Ancient Demon Emperor is the Demon Emperor we admire. You should join us in dealing with that human, instead of helping him."
"Yes, Senior, you have great magical skills..."
They wanted to persuade Wu Da to turn against Ye Feng and help them capture Ye Feng.
Seeing that Wu Da refused to let him go, they thought that Wu Da was moved by them and others, so they approached Wu Da and wanted to persuade him, but a trace of disgust flashed in Wu Da's eyes.
The magic copper stick in his hand whipped up a gust of wind and hit the chest of the demon who was speaking the most vigorously, causing him to spit blood from his mouth and fall to the ground.
The sixth-level magic power defense blocked the attack power of the magic talisman copper stick, so that he was not killed immediately. However, a violent magic power hit the blood vessels near the magic talisman on his chest, making him unable to use magic power anymore.
Seeing that Wu Da was fine just now, several disciples of the Mowu Sect took out their weapons and fought with Wu Da.
However, their level of cultivation was originally one level lower than Wu Da's, and Wu Da's magic copper stick instantly increased Wu Da's strength to the level of the eighth-level Demon Lord, which was two levels higher than the masters of these Demon Martial Sects. It was simply a massacre.
It only took a few blows to smash them until their bones were broken and their souls returned to the underworld.
Wu Da's eyes became fiery and excited. In the past three thousand years, he had been practicing most of the time. If it were not for Ye Feng, he might still be staying on the floating mountain in the air and would not fight with these people.
He increasingly discovered that his fighting skills and magic and martial arts cultivation could bring him great stimulation and a strong sense of accomplishment, especially crushing those low-level magic and martial arts masters, which made him feel that his efforts over the past three thousand years had not been in vain.
If I hadn't practiced for the past three thousand years, I would probably have died there, a bloody mess.
He was very familiar with the cave. As long as he heard footsteps, he would know where the demon warriors were, where there were bends to snipe them, and where he could launch a surprise attack on them.
This is much more interesting than practicing martial arts alone on a floating mountain in mid-air facing the air.
He appeared and disappeared in the cave mysteriously like a ghost. The demon warriors and masters of the Demon Martial Sect were always caught off guard by him. Some of them didn't even see him and were knocked to the ground to death.
From time to time, screams could be heard in the cave.
Wu Da became more and more excited, changing his attacking techniques from time to time, challenging head-on, attacking from behind, surrounding the corpses and attacking the reinforcements. The fight was fierce and it was simply a massacre.
Soon, the cave was filled with the corpses of demon warriors. Most of them died in a miserable way, with flesh and blood all over the place. The blood flowed like a river, and the smell of blood was everywhere.
No ordinary demon warrior could withstand a blow from Wuda's bronze stick carved with magic symbols. The force of Wuda's blow was probably no less than a thousand pounds.