However, after all, it is just ordinary people. Such a battle formation that is always unfavorable on the secular battlefield is difficult to achieve success when facing the thick and thin demon clan.

Wang Jian looked at the demon clans running around in the distance and randomly slaughtering the human army, and his face turned pale.

He also knew in his heart that these soldiers who were fearless and dared to raise their swords to those terrifying demon clans were actually using their lives to block the demon clan's progress. Those who could truly kill the demon clan effectively still had to rely on the gods on the mountain that were high above them on weekdays.

Seeing that the soldiers under his command were torn open by the demon clan and twisted their heads, Wei Zheng, the chief general of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry with a third-grade martial artist, could no longer hold back. His body shook, and his armor was scattered. He exerted force from his waist, and he jumped up from the war horse.

Wei Zheng fell from the sky and split a wolf demon who was eating his comrade in two pieces with one knife. He turned his waist and kicked the demon clan who was pounced on a soldier on the ground.

However, before he could pull up the boy on the ground who was not yet fifteen or sixteen years old, a black shadow pounced on him and a ferocious claw pierced him through his chest.

He tore Wei Zheng's body in half rudely, and the bear demon stomped the head of the young soldier who was lying on the ground to pieces. Then he rushed and slapped the head of a foundation-building monk not far away to control magic weapons with one palm.

The bear demon became very murderous, slapped his chest with both hands and roared to the sky.

A white light flashed, and a flying sword penetrated straight into the bear demon's mouth. The flying sword penetrated the back of his head. The bear demon's roar stopped instantly and fell to the ground with a bang.

The flying sword was pulled out and turned into a stream of light to cut off a little demon three feet away from the head.

The one who was driving the flying sword was a golden elixir sword cultivator mixed in the military formation. While he was controlling his natural flying sword, he was fighting in close combat with his sword in his hand, and had killed no less than twenty demon clans. Unfortunately, he was bitten by a snake demon raiding behind him. When the sword cultivator was dying, he used all his strength to smash the body of the snake demon with his sword energy, and hung his last breath of energy. The flying sword in the commander stabbed a demon clan who was slaughtering in the cavalry. However, he was not able to catch his strength. The flying sword in his natural flying sword lost its spiritual support and landed dejectedly.

When Jian Xiu fell to the ground, he barely turned his head and looked north. He seemed to want to deeply imprint the clouds and winds of his hometown in his mind.

The two tribes are hedging and intertwined, and the bodies falling on the battlefield are piled up like mountains. Most human races are embarrassed to die, either with broken bodies, or with broken limbs and arms, and few corpses. In contrast, the demon race has much fewer corpses. After all, the race is born with strong body, and even the lowest monsters can easily tear the weak bodies of the human race with a sword.

As the war progressed, more and more human cultivators stepped onto the battlefield. The subsequent demon cultivators were also significantly stronger, and most demon cultivators already had combat power above the end.

At high altitude, the top combat forces have fought together.

Most of the twelve demon kings of the demon clan have joined the battle group. They either turn into human forms or show their true bodies and fight with the top cultivators of the human race. More than ten land gods on one side of the human race also came out to find a demon king and fight. The extra people stopped the big monsters who were both earth fairylands and prevented them from killing the human cultivators in Guizang Dongxuan realm at will.

The golden-winged Roc King Anri, who broke through the sky and showed his true body at the beginning of the war, turned into a human form and landed on a mountain after the war began.

He stared coldly at the melee above the sky, without any intention of taking action. As for the battle situation on the ground, he was too lazy to pay attention to it. As long as the battlefield in the sky maintains its advantage, it doesn't matter no matter how much the battle damage on the ground is. However, they are all small monsters with impure bloodlines. No matter how many deaths are, they will not hurt the vitality of the entire demon clan.

He has only one opponent, that is, the God of Martial Arts Feng Xing. When Feng Xing can't hold back, it is when he enters the field.

Standing behind Anri, except for the descendant of the demon queen, the other three were the demon kings with the most powerful combat power. Their existence was used to shock the demon city.

"Lion King, it seems that in our lifetime, our tribe members will finally be able to stand north of 100,000 mountains to experience the wonderful scenery of the Void Spirit World."

Seeing the demonic aura emitted by the demonic aura emitted by the demonic world, the more brave the demons they fought, a smile appeared on the face of the Anri who had never seen laugh for thousands of years.

As one of the longest-lived demon clans, the Golden Lion King, is the only demon king who has the reputation of being the best in the clan and the Golden-winged King, who has the best combat power. Looking at the first demon king with a slightly less experienced but better cultivation, he said with emotion: "The Demon King is blessed, and I hope our tribe can break free from the constraints of this Jedi and let our descendants live in the green mountains and green waters."

"Yes, there will be that day. Even if we have turned into dust by then, I believe that our tomb will be located in the boundary north of southern Chizhou."

Anri did not turn his head, but responded to the Lion King behind him in an extremely firm tone.

The nine-tailed Heavenly Fox and the Heavenly Swallowing Pig beside the Lion King looked at each other and saw the look of hope in each other's eyes.

Perhaps the appearance of the demon world, the Buddha Tu really shows that the prosperity of the demon race is about to begin.

On the Demon-Super City, Feng Xing and Ling Ruoxu both looked solemn.

The current battle situation is obviously tilting towards the demon clan. The demon clan has a clear advantage in numerical power in terms of top combat power. Among the twelve demon kings, the Golden-winged Great Plug King and the Golden-Haired Lion King are both in the realm of heaven and man. Even if you add Yun Zhongzi on your own, the opponent can completely hold back the three of them with the speed of the Great Plug King Crown of the Void Spirit Realm. Even in the past few battles, there are many examples of the Great Plug King instantly relied on speed to instantly get rid of his opponent and killing a human cultivator in a flash.

Moreover, except for King Dapeng and King Lion, the remaining ten demon kings are all in the realm of land gods and immortals, and even six of them are at the peak of the earth immortals. What's more, in addition to the twelve demon kings, the demon clan has three or two earth immortal monsters.

Therefore, compared with the combat power of the two sides above the Tibetan realm, the human race is at a disadvantage.

As the decline in the battle situation above Gao Tian revealed, Feng Xing said to Wang Jian, who was also ugly, "Ming Jin to withdraw his troops."

Wang Jian, who also came from the Qin Dynasty, still admired the previous generation of Qin military god who had been born hundreds of years earlier than him. As the world's number one martial artist and one of the five great masters of the Xuling Realm, he stayed north of a hundred thousand mountains for his whole life, protecting the human race and land without any invasion. He is still respected and named as a general by the world. Only such a person can truly impress a person like Wang Jian and make him convinced.

Knowing that fighting would only lead to greater losses in battle, he could only retreat to the city and rely on this city-sharing formation created by the top formation mages of the entire Void Spirit World to resist. Wang Jian took a deep breath and issued a second military order to the commander beside him.
Chapter completed!