Looking back at the battlefield where magic starlight flashes occasionally illuminated everywhere behind him, should he sigh that he was lucky to survive? Ye Zhenghong couldn't help but think that since this morning, most battles have been thanks to the power in his body that does not belong to him. If there were no such "accident", even he would be an ant-like member in this battle between the living and the dead.

This is natural. Even the strongest as strong as the super level is at risk of falling at any time. The vanguard team escorting Mo Fan and others originally had fourteen super level mages, but I don’t know how many more they could return.

"Here I'm back..."

"Yes, I'm back." Ye Zhenghong muttered in a low voice, and Han Ji, who was beside him, also responded with emotion.

The battle along the way was thanks to Han Ji. Ye Zhenghong did not make any moves. As one of the most advanced mages among the ancient capital, it turns out that Han Ji was indeed unstoppable without the deceased king blocking the way.

A magical robe has long been infected by blood. Although it has not been hurt, it is inevitable that such traces of fighting will be considered in such occasions.

The two of them just entered the city barrier and met Yaoting, who seemed to be planning to join the battlefield. Judging from the damage to his green military robe, he could clearly know that he must have experienced a fierce battle.

Seeing the two people returning, Yaoting was obviously stunned for a moment and sighed in his heart. He was born at the same time and said, "President, I am about to go out to find you! The village chief of Yuanweiju Village seems to have props that can observe the inside of Sha Yuan. Old Ye said that after you come back, you will pick up the senior executives who have returned in the city. After all, this inner city must have senior executives in charge."

Han Ji was stunned when he heard this, as if he realized something and asked quickly: "Where is Old Man Ye?"

Yaoting did not speak when he heard this, but pointed to the sky behind Han Ji. Han Ji, who was indifferent, quickly looked back again and could only vaguely see a figure flying over the battlefield.

"Oh my God, what is that?"

"Is that the undead?"

After returning to his senses, Han Ji heard the garrison officers on the inner city wall exclaiming such an amazement. What caught his eye was not the figure of any undead in his mind.

Several, dozens of whiskers that are nearly a hundred meters long are waving in the night, and they cannot see clearly what is connected to the roots of the whiskers.

Several rays of light lit up around this object, so we can roughly see that the tentacles that were supposed to be black were dyed blood red at this time.

The light disappeared within a few seconds. It was obviously the most evil and dark thing, but the power of light was shattered without any impact. Then the head of a tentacle seemed to grab something, and the next moment, the transmitted power could be guessed, and the huge force that was transmitted broke something into two pieces.

However, there are not only one such creature, and there are three other ones far away from it, but their size is slightly small, and they kill everything without distinction. Whether it is the undead or the still alive humans, they all become their food.

"What is this?" He asked his question with a trembling voice, and Yaoting, who was beside him, just shook his head and said that he didn't know.

"Old Ye probably knew it, so he went there in person."

For a moment, the scene fell silent, and no one knew what to say. Whether it was facing a huge tide of undead or the unknown monsters that suddenly appeared, humans belonged to the lowest level no matter how they looked at it.

Ye Zhenghong didn't say a word from the beginning. He could probably guess where these creatures came from. It is because of this that he didn't know how to judge.

"So, what are you going to do?" Han Ji said with a question about Yaoting.

"Wang Qi is dead, Li Yujian is dead too... I will try my best to save some people when the magic energy is still full."

"See it with your own eyes or?"

"See it with your own eyes!"

"Yeah......"

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His face was emotional, and there was no slight fluctuation in his heart.

Hovering in the air like a shadow, watching the four ghost demons rage on the ground under their feet.

The mountain corpse obviously knew that there seemed to be some kind of strong man involved in this battlefield, so he did not stay here, which also made the ghost demon even more wanton. They are the products of the dark abyss and the most intuitive representative of the dark abyss ecology.

Devour, devour and devour, unlike the Dark Zerg, after devouring other creatures, the Dark Zerg will crazily increase its own number, split or produce. They are originally relying on "swarming in" to kill the enemy.

However, the Ghost Demon is completely opposite to it. All they can obtain is their own power. Although there will be different amplitudes according to the opponent's strength, the effect is minimal. Therefore, the Ghost Demon is not a powerful race in the dark abyss, but at this moment there is no better place for food than in this kind of battlefield.

She or she doesn't have any summoning magic. Such a race that can be produced from the Origin of Black can be said to be as much as possible.

Similarly, the ghost demon is relatively not strong. What does not want to be symmetrical to the bluffing figure is that the strongest of the four is just the level of the little monarch.

Suddenly, the realization seemed to be attracted by something. A bright white light directly below passed through and outlined a "field" that was nearly one kilometer long!

His eyes were slightly stunned, and then the black shadow behind him seemed to blur a little, and Su Muyun's figure seemed to fade away. Almost in the next second, the white light below soared into the sky, forming a one-kilometer-long wall of flames!

The white flame is the representative of a supreme power in this world! It is a fire element type that combines the power of light. It is obviously a flame, but it is surprisingly effective for dark creatures.

On the way the wall of flames rose, a ghost demon was passing through. Although it was a flame, it seemed to have a sharper characteristic than a sharp blade, which instantly divided the ghost demon into two halves from the middle. The clinging nature of the flames was then revealed, burning on the black pus flowing out of the ghost demon's wound.

Where there was nothing, a seemingly dim figure slowly emerged, and the power of the shadow surrounding him had disappeared. He put away his previous playful posture and looked at a figure that could be seen in the distance, Su Muyun tilted his head and asked, "Is Elder Gu?"

The ancient elder in her mouth refers to the previous choice of planes. Indeed, it has not really been realized that the fragments left by the world have truly arrived here. However, I have a deep memory of the "humans" who have fought with it. However, if it were not for the plan to truly come, I have never seen these people who have been against it for thousands of years.

It can also clearly sense the power of humans in front of it, so this is not a guess out of thin air.

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To be continued
Chapter completed!