Di Aotian changed into a boneless stick and walked forward with a smile.

"Go, let's see how powerful this great summoner is." Yi Xinna did not hide the contempt in her tone.

The spear warrior bent down and stared at Di Aotian. His whole body was covered with black iron. He was suddenly wrapped in a pale white wind and rushed towards Di Aotian like a chariot.

Di Aotian slowly turned sideways and easily avoided the spear, then waved his bone rod lightly.

Bang!

Click...

The Persian soldier screamed and flew out, covering his broken thighs, whispering in pain, his face full of sallow yellow and soybean sweat.

The top of Giant Tree Peak fell into endless silence.

It seemed that no one heard the Persian warrior's cry.

Haennas was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he saw Su Ye and Di Aotian take action. He never expected that an apprentice servant would be so strong.

Yixina's voice rang.

"I am worthy of being a miracle servant. After you absorbed the blood of the giant, he also gained enough power and has been promoted to Black Iron. Unfortunately, it's a pity..."

"Jijigugu!"

Di Aotian nodded, as if he was saying that the answer was correct.

"Next." Su Ye's voice was like a puppet.

The Persians carried the first person away and sent out the second one.

Seven seconds later, the battle ends.

The third warrior came on the field.

Five seconds.

The fourth one is on the field.

Six seconds.

The fifth one is on the field.

Nine seconds.

Haennas and the Persians stared at Di Aotian blankly and looked at Su Ye blankly.

The sixth mage walked forward carefully.

"start!"

Di Aotian pointed at his opponent with one finger. After the spell of the fireball technique, a red magic circle appeared and the fireball flew out instantly.

The magician opposite had no choice but to roll away, ready to dodge before...

boom!

Magical talent: burst out power.

The explosion radius of this fireball technique has expanded to 1.5 meters.

The spherical space within three meters in diameter turns into flames.

"Ah..." The magician screamed, knocked down by the powerful impact force, his clothes were ignited by the flames, and the flames spread rapidly.

Di Aotian waved his bones and ran forward slowly.

"I admit defeat! Use advanced flame retardant for me quickly!" the Persian magician shouted.

The Persian magician beside him was ready, quickly sprinkled with high-grade flame retardant and helped take off his coat.

The two magicians slowly walked back.

The Persian in front of the door stared blankly at the magician's wound.

The flame burned for less than three seconds, but he had seven charred blood holes on his body, the largest of which was the size of a fist.

It seems like a big pit just knocked out by a meteorite.

"Next."

Su Ye's voice made the injured Persian magician's body tremble, and he grinned in pain.

Soon, the Tenth Battle is over.

Ten battles and ten wins.

"There are 37 left." Su Ye's eyes were dull.

Haennas frowned. Su Ye really wanted to kill all the Persians, but why did he feel that Su Ye could do it?

No, it should be just an illusion.

"You are forcing me." Yixina said coldly.

"No, that's the price of your choice."

"Since you made the wrong choice, you should pay the price! The Immortal Army, attack!"

"Abide by the order!"

Four undead soldiers wearing dark red armor left Yi Xinna's side, and two teams surrounded Su Ye from both sides.

Di Aotian turned his head and looked at Su Ye.

"Jijigugu."

One is not afraid, two are a bit difficult.

"You come back."

Di Aotian carried the bone rod and walked back slowly.

The four soldiers had light red eyes, steady steps, raised white pole spears, and raised round arms and shields. They practiced each movement countless times.

Everyone's body is full of blood and energy.

There is no fear in their eyes, because they can be resurrected.

There is no fragility in their eyes because they do not feel pain.

There is no pain in their eyes, because they are excited by the killing.

Haennas looked at Su Ye with sympathy in his eyes.

The ordinary undead army is already extremely powerful. These four are all elite undead army soldiers who have been on the battlefield. They can fight against ordinary bronze warriors themselves. With the help of the divine power equipment, they can be called killing machines.

Even if Su Ye's fireball skills are very strong, it is impossible to hit them.

The elite of the Immortal Army is too strong.

That is a military group that can be compared with the Spartan warriors. There is no such powerful military group in Athens.

"Crazy...Crazy..."

As the four warriors walked forward, the sound of the metal armor was like waves slamming against the reefs, or as if it was a whisper of the god of death.

When the two sides were less than forty meters apart, Su Ye raised his magic wand and pointed the head of the wand to the two elite soldiers of the Immortal Army on the left.

"Rock thorn."

Hearing this familiar spell, a strange look appeared on the faces of the Persian students.

The Black Iron Mage’s spell casting limit is thirty meters. Was Su Ye crazy about doing this?

What's more, the rock sting seems to be fast, but there is a vibration before it stabs out from the ground. The black iron warriors with slightly more experienced can dodge, let alone the elite of the Immortal Army.

Some Persian students shook their heads gently.

A yellow magic array with a diameter of one foot was erected in front of Su Ye.

At this time, the Persian students had not stopped shaking their heads, but in the next moment, everyone widened their eyes.

The ground with two elite undead army as the center and a radius of five meters instantly sprayed out dense gray-white stone cones, like stone flowers blooming, spreading on all sides.

Puff puff puff...

A series of intersecting rocks and metals sounded, and in the sour sound, there was a muffled sound of flesh and blood being pierced.

The two elite soldiers of the Immortal Army spread their bodies, and their bodies were pierced by countless stone cones, hanging in the air.

Their bodies twitched gently, like dead fish whose stomach was still shaken by being cut open.

Sizzle...

Blood sprayed like a waterfall, washing away the gray-white stone cone.

Hundreds of stone cones are like blooming flowers, slowly dyeing red.

The elite soldiers of the most powerful Persian army were killed.

The whole audience was quiet, and the blood was blew like a sharp blade cutting everyone's eardrums.

Some people stared at the dense stone cones in a daze.
To be continued...