"Damn it, why is this turtle shell so hard? How many spirit stones do they have that can still hold on to it?"

Since the beginning of the battle, it has been almost an hour since nearly 30% of the more than 100,000 bandits have fallen. It can be said that the bandits have lost their morale, but without the leaders speaking, they dare not leave without authorization...

Nearly half of the hundreds of leaders in the Soul Realm were killed and injured, most of them were shot at the beginning, and they began to hide their figures behind them. Ordinary Soul cultivators could no longer find them. Only the magic gun and two powerful people in the Soul Disperse Realm could find their figures, but their efficiency was greatly reduced...

"Poison Dragon, you can't continue like this anymore. Erlang and others were all killed or injured, but the turtle shell has not been broken yet!"

"Yes, our boss is dead. Made, this time he was cheated by the forty thieves!"

"You have ten leaders. The boss is dead. You just can get on the throne. We are in trouble. There are only four commanders in total. As a result, one pair died. It's so fucking miserable..."

"It's time to find the forty thieves to give them some effort. Otherwise, if this continues, Erlang and others will die. I don't know if they can build this fortress!"

"Oh, it has not been killed so far, which means that the forty thieves have not deceived us. How many spirit stones will be consumed to maintain the battle of this fortress? The eighth prince who was killed in heaven is really rich!"

“…”

For a moment, many bandit leaders began to unable to hold on. They discussed and began to contact the forty thieves...

At the location of the forty thieves, three powerful men in black were standing in the air, and the forty thieves behind them were staying respectfully behind them...

"Enterprise, the thieves' leaders are a little unable to suppress them. The thieves were killed and injured too many times, and the other thieves had the intention to retreat!" The boss of the forty thieves bowed.

"What? You can't hold on now? It's such a waste. Tell them, and I'll see how much spirit stones they can consume!" One of the special envoys said in a furious manner.

"But……"

"But what? Who dares to drop the chain for me at this time? I will kill their whole family!" the envoy said coldly.

"Yes, the envoy!"

The boss trembled all over when he heard this, and then began to contact the thieves' leaders...

"What? We have to hold on for another half an hour?"

"Are you wrong? What should we do now?"

"What should I do? As you do, can you really dare not listen?"

"Persevere, at most, 10,000 or 20,000 minions were killed or injured. Damn, at least half of the minions we brought this time have been killed or injured!"

"The Forty Thieves are too strong. I really hope someone can come out and get them..."

"Hehe, the guy from Ma Yuanhu didn't come, just wait and see the show..."

“…”

Many thieves began to speak in a voice transmission, while Ye Qing in the fortress of war looked at Di Yun in shock and said, "What did you say? There is not enough spirit stones? Didn't I give you 100,000 top-grade spirit stones?"

A hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones is one hundred billion lower-grade spirit stones. Will it be used up so quickly?

Is this a war or a spirit-burning stone?

"Your Highness, the attack does not consume much energy, but the consumption of supporting the defense shield is a bit terrifying. After all, we are surrounded by a hundred thousand troops outside. Although they are all mobs, their magic weapons and spells also consume energy when they hit our war fortress..."

"There are too many people on the other side, so the energy consumption is very fast..." Di Yun said with a wry smile.

The 100,000 army, although they are basically miscellaneous soldiers, they are also cultivators above Yuandan...

Fortunately, those strong men above the soul have some concerns about the super wooden gun and dare not show up at all. Otherwise, if they attack with magic weapons, their energy consumption will be greater...

"Okay, there are still 100,000 top-grade spirit stones here. Let me let the prince do it. If you fuck them over, you will definitely make up for this loss!" Ye Qing said, trembling his right hand, and more than 100,000 top-grade spirit stones fell on the ground like a hill...

Eighteen thieves, right?

After fucking these guys, Ye Qing planned to patronize the nests of these eighteen thieves one by one, and the loss of these 2 billion spirit stones... Oh, no, and there are thousands of top-quality magic weapons he rewarded and more than 30 magic weapons, which must be recovered from them...

"Please rest assured by Your Highness the Crown Prince, they can't hold on for long!" Di Yun said excitedly.

Di Yun left with the spirit stone, threw the spirit stone into the furnace, and quickly turned into a large amount of energy and filled it into the protective cover...

Another half an hour passed...

The remaining bandits outside were only more than 50,000, and the leaders of the Yuanshen realm were only less than 50. It can be said that they were injured more than half, but the defense cover still did not weaken. The three men in black who were watching the battle in the air were immediately silent...

"Young Master, the fortress has not been broken yet..." said one of the men in black.

"Damn it, how many spirit stones does Ye Qing carry with him?" the man in black in the middle said gritting his teeth.

"According to this consumption level, even if there are one billion spirit stones, it should be consumed. It seems that this Eighth Crown Prince is really rich enough to rival a country!" Another man in black said quietly.

"What's the use of saying this now? If we can't break the turtle shell, we will never get what we want!" the young master said angrily.

"It may not be possible to arrive, Young Master, we besieged them with a large army. In order to avoid their own damage, they stayed in the war fortress and were unwilling to come out!"

"But if we withdraw the army and then the forty thieves come forward, I think they will not stay in that war fortress again, right? Didn't the master say that our first target is a sharpshooter?"

"Forty thieves appeared, can the sharp gun waiter not to jump out of the fortress?"

"As long as he dares to come out, it will be impossible for him to go back!" said the man in black who started speaking.

"Well, it makes sense. I'll send orders to the bandits and let them retreat first. Then you come out and we will plunder the formation for you in secret!" The young master turned to the old way of the forty thieves.

"Yes, the special envoy!" The boss nodded when he heard this, and then began to send signals to the bandit leaders...

"Damn it, I can finally withdraw. This has been a big loss. The minions lost more than half of them, and the leader died three times, but they didn't even get a single hair..."

"It's not that there is no gain. At least, we don't have to hand over the offerings for the past hundred years..."

"Oh, although there are a lot of offerings for a hundred years, the loss this time is even greater..."

“…”

Many leaders sent their own voice messages, and then began to inform their subordinates to retreat...
Chapter completed!