The Yumen led by Qing Lei stood in front of Ying Yunpeng's army.
Qing Lei held a Changge made of green wood, and the wings on his back held up his majestic body. With a distorted face, he glared at Ying Yunpeng and roared: "Ying Yunpeng! You and your people, fall to the ground and kneel down!"
Tens of thousands of feathered men flapped their wings, holding long bows and hovering behind Qing Lei. Everyone was covered with a dense layer of green energy. They looked at Ying Yunpeng angrily and at the Donghuang archers behind him. Looking at the Yu warriors around them!
Ying Yunpeng stood on the back of the golden-winged roc, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a cold smile of disdain, and then waved his hand.
The Eastern Wasteland archers behind him fired arrows like rain and launched a brazen attack on Qing Lei and the feathered warriors under his command. The Chang Ge in Qing Lei's hand turned into a bolt of Qing Lei and thundered out, stabbing straight into Ying Yunpeng's chest from a distance of dozens of miles.
The feathered warriors also drew their long bows, and while they were flying, dense green arrows were scattered towards the Eastern Wasteland archers like a storm.
They are also from the Eastern Wilderness, and they are all human races from the Eastern Wilderness. In ancient times, they were all the people of the Green Emperor Wood God. They are also proficient in bow and arrow skills. They once fought side by side in the Eastern Wasteland and created a fertile land for the human race to survive.
At this moment, countless arrows shuttled through the air, piercing the chests of the Eastern Wasteland archers and the hearts of the feathered warriors. Large swaths of blood fell from the sky like cheap rain. Thick figures fell from the sky, including Eastern Wasteland archers and feathered warriors.
The elites of the Yu clan standing on the metal disc laughed crazily, until tears burst out from their eyes.
The elites of the human race kill each other. This is such a pleasing scene. Even the most dexterous dancers in Liangzhu cannot perform such a wonderful scene. The elites of the Yu clan smiled, their eyebrows opened, and streaks of blood continued to fall on the Eastern Wasteland archers.
For human warriors, these Yu clan elites have no pity or care. They use the most vicious secret spell of the Blood Moon lineage to squeeze the last bit of strength from their bone marrow at the cost of burning the lifespan of these archers. , allowing them to instantly burst out with terrifying power.
The auras of the Eastern Wasteland archers who were ignited by the Yu tribe's elite secret techniques actually broke through to the level of the Witch King in a very short period of time!
Qing Lei let out a long roar, turned around and walked away, shouting "Escape" at the same time!
It's 'escape', not 'retreat'!
Facing the vicious secret curse of the Yu clan's Blood Moon lineage, there was no other way but to escape. These ignited Eastern Wasteland archers, their lives bloom instantly like fireworks. In a very short period of time, they will have the strength of the Witch King!
Tens of thousands of Witch Kings
Qing Lei is not stupid. If he insists on fighting, it will only be a massacre.
Ying Yunpeng laughed ferociously and punched away Chang Ge who was shot by Qing Lei. One of his fingers was shattered by Chang Ge, but with his witchcraft power running, Ying Yunpeng instantly repaired the injury. He raised the long bow in his hand and howled at the top of his lungs: "Kill them all, kill them all!"
On the ground and in the sky, the warriors of the Yu tribe and the Jia tribe were roaring crazily. Their fighting spirit was burning. They were like ferocious beasts, charging towards the roaring human army.
Kill all the human troops here, penetrate the Evil Dragon Bay, use points to move the area, and break through the entire Akasaka Mountain defense line. The plump Pusaka, the core of the human race, is right in front of you!
"All races will be slaves!"
"Kill their old men to your heart's content!"
"Enjoy their women!"
"Plunder their wealth to your heart's content!"
"Let them become humble beasts!"
"Destroy their history!"
"Destroy their civilization!"
"Destroy their pride!"
"Destroy their glory!"
"Destroy their memories!"
"Let them become the most despicable slaves crawling at our feet from generation to generation, for eternity and eternity! Just like the ethnic groups we have conquered, they will become... despicable creatures at our mercy!"
The tall figure standing on the tower waved a bloody battle flag and roared like a demon.
"People of the Blood Moon, go and make achievements and add glory to the supreme Blood Moon! Under the leadership of the great Majesty Emperor Sakyamuni, conquer, kill, plunder, and go crazy as much as you like!"
'Ho~hoho~'!
Countless Yu tribe and Jia tribe warriors roared wildly, and even those black-skinned servants, those slave warriors with mixed skin colors danced and shouted and laughed happily like crazy demons.
"The great and supreme one who controls all life and death, the mysterious Pluto Moon! Listen to the call of your people! Give us power and let us conquer everything!"
A deserted sound, like the low voice of a ten thousand-year-old corpse singing in a grave, came from the north.
The tall figure on the bloody tower suddenly froze, and the expressions of the foreign warriors of the Blood Moon lineage, who were in high spirits, changed at the same time. Everyone looked to the north in unison, and some even yelled and cursed angrily.
A gray fog swept in from the north. In the turbid fog, hundreds of gray towers could be vaguely seen floating rapidly towards the south. On the top of these towers, hundreds of huge gray vertical eyes emit a cold and merciless light. The gray light is evil and cold. Just looking at it, it is like a death breath penetrates into the body from the top of the head, making people feel all over. Stiffness and chills.
'Dong, dong, dong, dong', dull and neat, with a trace of lifeless footsteps came from the north like thunder.
Ji Hao tried his best to open his eyes and look to the north. Even with all his eyesight, he could only see hundreds of miles away and couldn't see clearly what was happening in that direction.
But within the range covered by the array map, Ji Hao saw in the gray mist, behind those gray towers, countless neat phalanxes of ten thousand people rumbling towards the south.
These warriors in the phalanx of ten thousand people were wearing gray iron armor and holding rusty Changge, striding neatly towards the south like puppets. They can take dozens of feet with each step, and each step is of average size, as precise as measuring it with a ruler.
'Clang, Cang, Cang, Cang', the armor of these lifeless warriors rubbed against each other, making a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing. A suffocating and dull pressure rolled over overwhelmingly, forcing Ji Hao to feel depressed.
Ji Hao couldn't count how many there were in the huge phalanx of ten thousand people.
They stretched for tens of thousands of miles from east to west. Covered in formations, neat phalanxes of tens of thousands of people stretched for thousands of miles, sweeping in like a gray tide.
Through the formation diagram, Ji Hao's spiritual thoughts swept across the lifeless warriors, and then his heart suddenly sank.
Under the gray armor, those soldiers who moved strangely were all shriveled and ferocious, with bodies as hard as zombies made of metal. There was no living creature!
(End of chapter)