Unable to keep up with Ye Feng's speed, Aza glared at Chu Yuan angrily: "Aren't you a monster hunter? Aren't you very fast? Come on, do it. Are you here to watch the fight?"
Although Aza hates Chu Yuan, they both have a common goal, which is Ye Feng.
Seeing that Chu Yuan was slow to act, he thought that Chu Yuan was just like him, wanting to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor.
In fact, Chu Yuan had been observing calmly. It was not that he did not want to take action, but he simply could not find any flaws in Ye Feng.
Even when Ye Feng was dodging the magic crystal cannon, a scimitar with a dark red blood glow had already stretched out from his palm, but it was hidden in his black robe. The black robe was wide, so ordinary people could not see his scimitar.
He wanted to launch a sneak attack, but he hesitated to do so, thinking that any attack would not only fail to hurt Ye Feng, but would also hurt Aza by mistake.
He trusted his own feelings, so he just stood by and watched without taking any action.
Ye Feng's entire body had been stained red with the blood of the silver-armored warrior, with blood dripping from head to toe. From time to time, a golden spiritual shield appeared in his left hand, while his right hand alternately used the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes and the Thunder Sword.
The Thunder Sword had been floating in the air, flying like lightning, and each of his Four Thai King Strikes was simple and clear. There were no nine-fold surges, no raging waves, and no finger piercing through stones, only a quick and simple strike.
Every punch was accompanied by a shrill scream. Some silver-armored warriors could not even scream before falling to the ground.
Aza and Chu Yuan were both ruthless killers. Chu Yuan even slaughtered hundreds of demons in a cave in the demon world.
However, they felt a chill down their spines in front of Ye Feng.
There is a feeling of being dwarfed by a giant.
They were terrified as they watched Ye Feng slaughter the demons.
Ye Feng's nickname of the Devil's Demon came from the fact that he sniped and killed more than 2,000 demon warriors in the woods of Nancheng Mountain. In that melee in the forest, the demon army left behind more than 2,000 corpses.
Some demons vomited while clearing the woods. They couldn't stand the misery and blood.
Aza and Chu Yuan also have the same feeling now.
The devil of devils is not just a name.
The silver-armored warriors were dozens of times stronger than the demon warriors they encountered in Nancheng Mountain. However, Ye Feng only needed one punch to dent the armor of a silver-armored warrior, sending the warrior flying, with his demon core shattered and him dying with blood coming out of his mouth and nose.
Or with a thought, the Thunder Sword would fall rapidly from mid-air, emitting three dazzling rays of light, looking like a summer meteor. It would flash by and a silver-armored warrior would die with blood spurting from his throat.
Most of the medium-range magic crystal cannons that besieged Ye Feng had their barrels cut off by Ye Feng, and they fell scattered on the ground, becoming obstacles for Ye Feng to avoid the magic crystal cannons.
Aza and Chu Yuan were secretly frightened when they saw this. Chu Yuan did not make any move, and Aza could not catch up with Ye Feng at all. If he got too close, he was afraid of the Thunder Sword hanging over Ye Feng's head. If he got too far, his Magic Crystal Spear could not hit Ye Feng at all.
The golden warrior was stunned. He suddenly understood why Nangong Wei was so hateful and determined to bury Ye Feng in the underground square when he left the Ancient Demon Realm.
Ye Feng is not a human being at all, nor is he a member of the ancient god clan. He is a demon more ferocious than the devil himself.
An hour had passed since he sent out the rescue flare. During this hour, almost all the silver-armored warriors who came to rescue were wiped out. The bodies of the silver-armored warriors were everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and corpses were everywhere.
He gritted his teeth, found another flare from a magic crystal car, and fired it into the sky.
A red flare rose into the sky, illuminating half of the sky and coating the dark clouds in a layer of blood red.
The golden warriors had already begun to think of escaping. Of the two thousand silver-armored warriors, only more than five hundred were left after being killed by Ye Feng. The medium-range magic crystal vehicles were all destroyed, and the remaining silver-armored warriors could not hurt Ye Feng at all.
Ye Feng was a little tired. He had fought hard against six seventh-level magic masters in the underground stone statue square. Then he came to the ground and fought fiercely with two thousand silver-armored warriors.
Fortunately, he had improved his divine essence realm to the Void Moon realm. Both the power and endurance of his divine essence had increased by dozens of times. Continuous fighting had consumed a large amount of his divine essence. Ye Feng felt that the divine essence in his godhead was almost exhausted.
He had already taken three Qi-replenishing pills, two blood-replenishing pills, and one immortality pill, but he had consumed too much of his spiritual energy. The spiritual energy, essence, Qi, and blood that had just been replenished were quickly consumed again.
Ye Feng was tripped by a corpse under his feet and almost fell.
Chu Yuan, who had been watching, suddenly had a flash of blood in his hand, and a sharp blood-red scimitar slashed towards Ye Feng's back.
Ye Feng felt the sharp murderous aura behind him. If it were a normal situation, without consuming a lot of spiritual energy, he could dodge it with just a slight dodging.
But now, he felt his feet were a little erratic, and Aza's mechanical hand next to him was grabbing him again.
Ye Feng shook his left wrist lightly, and the spiritual shield emitting golden light blocked the blood-red scimitar of Chu Yuan behind him. However, the powerful recoil force made Ye Feng fall forward, and he had to roll in the pile of dead bodies to relieve the impact.
As he rolled, he also dodged Aza's mechanical hand that attacked from the side.
Buzz, the Thunder Sword shook in the air, and slashed towards Chu Yuan behind him. Ding-dang, ding-dang, the Thunder Sword and the blood-colored scimitar collided one hundred and twenty times in an instant.
The Thunder Sword did not have the mighty momentum of the previous killing blow. It kept shaking in the air. Ye Feng had controlled the Thunder Sword to kill more than 1,500 silver-armored warriors.
In order for the Thunder Sword to pierce the silver armor, it not only needs to be sharp itself, but Ye Feng also needs to inject powerful divine energy into it to have enough power to pierce the silver armor.
At this time, Ye Feng was a little overwhelmed by Chu Yuan's mighty blood-red scimitar.
Feeling that the power of Ye Feng's flying sword was a little weak, Chu Yuan showed a sneer of relief on his face.
Aza was so angry that he yelled, "Shame on you! You didn't make a move earlier, but now you make a move. Do you want to reap the benefits without doing anything?"
Chu Yuan didn't take Aza's accusation seriously and looked at Aza with disdain: "Robot, dealing with a master like Ye Feng requires strategy. You are half a robot, you don't understand."
"Bullshit, I thought I understood. You are so despicable that you let so many silver-armored warriors serve you. Even if you kill Ye Feng, they will have half the credit, and I will also have half the credit."
"There's nothing we can do about it. The rules are very clear. Whoever kills Ye Feng will get one million gold coins. If you're killed by Ye Feng, you won't get a single cent."
Chu Yuan increased the tempo of his attack. His movements were obviously faster than Azha's. Although Azha did not hurt Ye Feng, he kept beating Ye Feng. After fighting for half an hour, he was exhausted and out of breath.
The more fiercely Chu Yuan fought, the more jealous he became, and the more he hated Chu Yuan.