Then, Ye Wuque turned his eyes and looked condescendingly at the four six-winged feather gods of the spiritual tribe below!
The four Six-Winged Feather Gods of the Spirit Tribe were already trembling with fear and despair on their faces!
"Lord Yuan Yi is dead!!"
"Lord Yuan Yi has fallen!!"
"No!!"
…
Soon the Eldar army discovered this cruel fact!
Master Yi of the Eight Winged Feather God Yuan was defeated!
No bones left!
"That human race!!"
"It's that human race!"
And Ye Wuque, who had done all this, was instantly recognized, and countless Elf troops looked at him with infinite fear!
Bang bang bang!
Below, the four six-winged feather gods of the Spirit Tribe were also killed at this moment, and it was Zhang Zhongwen who took action!
The eight-winged feathered god killing the six-winged feathered god is really like crushing an ant to death.
Immediately, Zhang Zhongwen rushed up to the sky and came to Meng Ruhai, who was still stunned!
"Lao Meng, are you okay??"
Zhang Zhongwen asked, and Meng Ruhai woke up, but his face was still full of shock and disbelief!
"Master Ye! After coming out of the Supreme River Land, our strength has been completely transformed, which is beyond our ability to predict! Killing an eight-winged feathered god like you or me is like killing a chicken!!" Zhang Zhong said concisely and concisely.
Meng Ruhai's face turned red with excitement!
He realized that Master Ye's appearance, with such strength, was definitely an invincible fighting force that exceeded Shi Nie's expectations in the entire war!
"quick!"
"Everyone join the big team!"
"Follow Mr. Ye and continue killing!!"
Meng Ruhai and Zhang Zhongwen commanded all the Spirit Clan armies together!
Meng Ruhai's team had only tens of thousands left out of the hundreds of thousands, and almost everyone was covered in blood. However, they were not afraid of death and had a killing intent, so they merged directly into Zhang Zhongwen's team.
And the remaining Eldar army...
In front of Ye Wuque, they were really just a bunch of ants.
Boom!
Click!
Accompanied by earth-shattering roars!
Millions of Eldar troops were wailing all over the place, and corpses were strewn across the fields.
The strong smell of blood filled the air, dyeing the void in this area red!
Soon, this large group of spiritual tribes was slaughtered.
Ye Wuque kept running, leading the army of dependents that had grown in size, and continued to fight forward with rising momentum!
The eleventh war zone!
Station 12!
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With the addition of Ye Wuque, it was a devastating massacre.
Whenever he encounters a new Spirit Tribe army, his first target is the Spirit Tribe’s Eight-Winged Feather God!
As the saying goes, to shoot a man first, shoot a horse; to capture a thief, capture the king first!
Capturing the enemy's commander first will have an unparalleled blow to the enemy's morale!
Less than half an hour.
Ye Wuque has personally suppressed more than a dozen Eight-Winged Feather Gods!
All dead and no body intact!
Similarly, the number of clan leaders rescued by Ye Wuque now reached more than a dozen.
And the number of the Familia army has reached millions!
The closer we get to the 16th War Zone, the more cruel and crazy the fighting becomes.
boom!!
The void shook and the dragon roared.
The giant dragon of thunder and fire burned in the void and pounced on countless Eldar armies, showing complete destruction.
The Thirteenth War Zone.
The fighting here is unprecedentedly brutal.
Everywhere in the Thirteenth War Zone was flooded by the armies of both sides, and rivers of blood flowed like a Shura field.
At this time, the number of Eight-Winged Feather Gods on the side of the Spirit Tribe has already taken an absolute advantage!
It’s no longer one-on-one, but at least three-on-one!
Three eight-winged feather gods from the spirit clan surrounded and killed an eight-winged feather god from the family clan!
In this situation of unrelenting fighting, it is destined that the Eight-Winged Feather God of the Familia will be slowly worn to death.
“Dream come true!”
"Today is the day you die!! Hahahaha!"
Above the void, a ferocious shout rang out.
This is an eight-winged feather god from the Spirit Clan. It is covered in blood and looks seriously injured, but its eyes are fixed on the back of an old man who is surrounded by force!
Dream come true patriarch!
At this time, Patriarch Yuanmeng looked extremely embarrassed, covered in blood, his brows were shining, and he was holding a long knife tightly in his hand, but his face had turned pale!
With three against one, even though the Yuan Meng clan leader is a strong one among the Eight-Winged Feather Gods, and has even improved in strength, it is still too difficult!
But at this time, the Yuan Meng clan leader smiled coldly and remained stern.
"In this battle, I may die, but I will randomly choose one of you to go on the road with me!"
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
Patriarch Yuan Meng’s Zhuanghuai is fierce, with a kind of contempt.
As soon as these words came out, the three Eight-Winged Feather Gods all changed their expressions slightly, but then they all sneered again.
"Dream come true! Don't say such words again! This battle is the ultimate battle! It is the final decisive battle!"
"Although you and I are both at the level of the Eight-Winged Feather God, we are still nothing in this decisive battle!"
"So what if I die?"
"The important thing is that you... are destined to die!!"
The three eight-winged feather gods of the spirit race are boiling with murderous intent!
"Then come on!"
"Let's see who dies first!!" Patriarch Yuanmeng let out a long laugh, and then his whole body seemed to be sublimated to the extreme. The mark between his eyebrows flashed, and the long sword in his hand once again bloomed with fierce and unparalleled sword intent!
The bright sword light swept across the nine heavens!
The will to die has already appeared in the eyes of the Yuan Meng clan leader!
He has decided to kill the three eight-winged feather gods of the spiritual tribe as much as possible, use up his last strength, and shed the last drop of blood!
To be continued...