The aloof Master Suiyu died like this!
And the death was very miserable.
Such cruel facts exploded in the hearts of countless Eldar armies in the ninth theater like a stormy sea.
They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them!
Especially the remaining six-winged feather gods were about to convulse or even faint.
Until the next moment...
boom!!
His big hand flew across the sky, as fast as lightning, and suddenly covered the void, grabbing the remaining three six-winged feather gods directly in the palm of his hand.
Then, under the horrified and trembling eyes of countless Spirit Clan troops...
Pop, pinch and explode!
Rolling blood mixed with flesh and mud poured into the void, splashing towards the millions of Eldar troops, which was shocking.
Ye Wuque's indifferent eyes fell on the ancient formation light curtain. The cracks on the light curtain had become large and seemed to be about to break at any time.
Obviously this ancient formation can't last long!
As for what happened next, it was a one-sided massacre.
Ouch!
The earth-shattering dragon roar exploded, and countless golden dragons emerged from the sky, entangled with thunder and fire, roaring in the void, baring their teeth and claws, and rushed towards the millions of spirit clan troops!
The thunder and fire giant dragons were plundering, there were hundreds or even thousands of them, each one was tens of thousands of feet long!
Suddenly, a shrill and desperate roar came from within the Spirit Clan army.
It's like hell is coming.
On the battlefield, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Ye Wuque has no compassion, only one word...
kill!
The dragon roared, and flesh and blood roared.
Terrifying and shrill howls of despair echoed in the void, and the entire ninth theater was covered with countless corpses.
And until a certain moment!
The ancient formation light curtain finally began to shatter inch by inch.
Ye Wuque stepped into the void, stepping on the endless thunder and fire and corpses, heading towards the ancient array of light curtains.
On the other side of the ancient formation's light curtain is the tenth battle zone.
…
The tenth war zone.
There was a rare silence here, there was almost no sound, and no battle seemed to break out. Instead, there was a suppressed and stagnant atmosphere in the void.
The only roar was the ancient light curtain covering the tenth battle zone in front!
But the ancient formation's light curtain was already shattering visibly to the naked eye.
And if you look closely, you can see that there are about hundreds of thousands of troops stationed in this area.
Silent and determined, like a sheathed sword, waiting to be unsheathed at any time.
This team is surprisingly...the Familia!
There are hundreds of thousands of teams, but they are divided into three different standard armors, proving that they come from three different families.
And at the forefront of this team, there are four figures standing!
The first one looked like a middle-aged man, with his eyes slightly closed, sitting cross-legged in the void, with a huge broad sword placed on his knees, like a door panel.
On his back, four divine wings spread out and flickered gently, proving his identity as the leader of the dependent clan!
A great figure in the Tianling clan!
Eight-Winged Feather God...
Zhang Zhongwen!
Behind Zhang Zhongwen, three six-winged feather gods were lined up in a row, with their eyes slightly closed, and majestic fluctuations rolling around their bodies. They seemed to have pushed their own aura to the extreme, turning it into a...
Regard death as home!
It seems as if these three six-winged feather gods of the Familia have made final preparations.
The hundreds of thousands of Familia troops behind them looked at the backs of the four tall figures in front of them, as if looking at spiritual pillars, and became increasingly silent.
In the past, in the main battlefield, not to mention the eight-winged feathered god, even the six-winged feathered god was a dragon that saw the beginning but not the end, and was a proper leader of the two war zones.
But now, the decisive battle breaks out!
The six-winged feather gods can only act according to orders, and the eight-winged feather gods have already gone to the battlefield in person.
This is destined to be a cruel war of life and death!
Fight until death!
"Everyone's idea..."
"The ancient formation that blocks the blockade is about to be broken."
"Our mission is about to come..."
In the deathly silent Tenth War Zone, a thick but majestic sound exploded, immediately making the eyes of the hundreds of thousands of Familia troops become more determined!
The one who spoke was the Eight-Winged Feather God Zhang Zhongwen!
He is the supreme commander of these hundreds of thousands of troops, and he is waiting here specifically.
There is only one purpose...
Stop the army of millions of Eldar that is about to kill them all!
Hold them back as much as possible!
For this reason, the family members did not hesitate to use the ancient formation with full protection to seal off the entire tenth war zone. They could not even spy on the current situation in the ninth war zone and could only wait passively.
Hundreds of thousands versus millions!
The difference in military strength is nearly ten times.
Although the maximum combat power is the same, the number of six-winged feather gods is different.
It is enough to prove that this is simply a battle of unequal strength!
This means that if you stand at the end, the family will most likely be wiped out.
But!
As Zhang Wenzhong opened his mouth, not a single creature in the family showed any signs of flinching, fear, or fear.
They just stared at the increasingly broken ancient formation light curtain!
Wei Wei clenched the weapon in his hand.
"My family members are descended from the great Tianling clan!"
"There is no Tianling clan! There is no supreme ancestor! The creatures of our family have been wiped out in ashes long ago!"
"now!"
"The situation is extremely critical and extremely urgent!"
"At this time, if my family members don't stand up, who can?"
"A member of the clan!"
"tell me!"
“Are you scared??”
Zhang Wenzhong's shouts resounded loudly, his anger rose to the sky, he was fierce and fearless.
"No fear! No fear! No fear..."
To be continued...