He felt the emptiness and malaise in his body, and his strength was already draining away.

“Dream come true!!”

An eight-winged feathered god of the spirit clan roared with a sadistic pleasure, and struck hard with the purple gold hammer in his hand. His divine power surged and the void shattered!

Patriarch Yuan Meng knew that he was going to die!

But with a sharp look in his eyes, he was about to explode himself!!

"Die!!!"

Click!!

At this critical moment!

The entire head of this eight-winged feathered god from the Spirit Tribe suddenly disappeared!

Its body froze in place!

Because its entire head has been completely slapped into its chest by a big hand!

Then it exploded!

The Purple Gold Hammer even flew out, seemingly wailing!

The panting patriarch Yuan Meng was stunned!

Through the thick blood mist and flying flesh and blood, his somewhat blurred vision vaguely saw a tall and slender figure!

So close!

It seems somewhat familiar.

Patriarch Yuan Meng shook his head subconsciously to make his vision clear again. The next moment, he saw it completely clearly, and then his eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face!

“Young Master Ye??”

This moment!

Ye Wuque stood in the void, with his left hands each holding an eight-winged feather god from the Spirit Tribe, the two remaining opponents of the Yuan Meng Clan leader.

Click!

The two remaining eight-winged feather gods of the Spirit Clan were immediately crushed and died.

Facing the dumbfounded and unbelievable Yuan Meng clan leader, Ye Wuque showed a faint smile.

Patriarch Yuanmeng even saw that behind Ye Wuque, there were dozens of familiar old faces, and old comrades were rushing over with equally excited faces!

"Zhang Zhongwen, Meng Ruhai, Tie Kui, Gao Sheng... you, you... are all alive..." The Yuan Meng clan leader was trembling with excitement, and couldn't help but burst into tears!

"Clan Yuanmeng, thank you for your hard work."

Ye Wuque nodded to the Yuanmeng clan leader, then took one step forward, passing the Yuanmeng clan leader, and continued to kill forward.

"Master Ye! No! Master Ye!!" Patriarch Yuanmeng turned around with difficulty and wanted to continue looking at Ye Wuque, but he couldn't do it. He had exhausted all his strength and could hardly stand still.

"Dream comes true brother!"

"Brother!"

…

Fortunately, Zhang Zhongwen and dozens of other eight-winged feather gods had already rushed over and quickly supported the Yuanmeng clan leader.

"I, am I not dreaming? Master Ye, he..." Patriarch Yuan Meng is still in disbelief!

"Brother Yuanmeng! You are not dreaming! Master Ye not only saved you, but Master Ye saved all of us!"

"In the main battlefield, Ye Wuque is now invincible!!" Zhang Zhongwen said with the same excited tone.

Patriarch Yuan Meng’s pale face suddenly regained its rosy look!

"Okay, okay!"

He was incoherent and full of endless gratitude to Ye Wuque!

Ye Wuque, who continued to kill forward, was naturally able to sense the situation at the Yuanmeng clan leader, but he did not look back, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

You saved me yesterday!

I will ferry you today!

As it should be!

Because this is...comrade-in-arms!

The bright eyes looked forward and became cold again!

Ye Wuque's murderous intention surged in his heart, and he knew that he was far from stopping yet!

Take one step forward again!

Across endless distances.

Ahead, earth-shattering sounds of fighting could be heard, cruel and bloody.

Ye Wuque's hair was turbulent, like a bloody war god on patrol, his eyes were sharp, like the light of the sky, shining through the universe!
Chapter completed!