Before searching for the decaying old man in the dungeon, Zhaoming felt a sank in his heart and thought that it would be troublesome if the witch clan moved that senior to Wudao.

Sun Jiuyang was just a lucky trip to Wudao back then. If there was no strength of the Immortal King, there was no need to think about it.

Just when I was anxious, I suddenly heard a scream from a prison next to me: "You...you...you...but Zhaoming?"

Looking through the sound, he was a pangolin demon, with a great power in Taiyi Jinxian realm. Zhaoming still had an impression of this man, who was locked up not far from him in the past. He could survive for so many years, and both his strength and luck were good.

"Yes, I'm Zhaoming!" Zhaoming nodded.

The pangolin demon was immediately shocked: "You...you...is not dead... Everyone in the Witch Clan said that you have been chased out by Kuafu and killed. You...you...you're not dead, why are you back?"

As soon as the words were finished, a voice came from him: "Hurry, he is here, take him down!"

Then, a large number of witch tribes came from the entrance of the dungeon. The flames outside dispersed and turned into bloody lights. Shura had already joined the guards here.

Thousands of Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan led their men and horses to come. Before Zhaoming could explain more to the pangolin demon, he activated the Zhijitian fire to burn over.

The flames soared into the sky, and the heat waves were amazing. The true power of flames that needed to be understood by the peak sub-saints instantly submerged the guards of the witch clan. Only a few Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan with extraordinary strength saw the opportunity and withdrew from the dungeon as soon as possible to save their lives. The other witch clans were instantly burned to ashes.

At the same time, a scream came from the dungeon. Zhaoming was eager to use his magical powers and did not pay much attention. Under the surging sky fire, not only burned the witch clan to death, but also affected many slaves on both sides.

With the clanging sound, the prison gate was also burned. Although there were formations on the prison, it must not be compared with the guardian formation in the Colosseum. Xuanji Tianhuo domineeringly burned the formation directly.

Zhaoming hurriedly controlled the flames to withdraw from the cage, rushed to the entrance of the dungeon, and turned into a fire wall to block it. Hearing screams from outside, but no one rushed in again.

The witch clan came quickly and retreated quickly. Although it was just like an episode, it attracted the attention of the entire dungeon slaves. They all stood up one by one, and their faces began to emit different light, and there were different things in their eyes.

"Zhaoming, is that demon clan Zhaoming?"

"It's him, he broke through the protective array of the Colosseum and escaped."

"Didn't the witch clan say that he had been killed by Kuafu? Why are he still alive!"

"No, not killed. The Witch Clan just wants us to feel that we can't escape no matter what. Even if we jump out, they will die. They didn't kill him, he was still alive, he is back!"

One by one, they all started to discuss, whether they had seen Zhaoming or heard of Zhaoming later, they all became extremely excited.

There are in and out of the Colosseum. Over the years, I don’t know how many demons and immortal cultivators have failed here. Both the soul and the body have remained here forever.

There is only one person who escapes, whether it is luck or strength.

Although it was not me who escaped, this incident seemed to shock the waves in the stagnant water of the ancient pond, which lasted for a long time, making the slaves in the entire Colosseum no longer feel hopeless.

It’s not impossible to escape here. Someone has done it, and that person was only in the Golden Immortal Realm back then.

Numbness is just because you can't see hope. When hope is right in front of you, no one can still be numb.

"Zhaoming. Are you here to save people?" asked the pangolin demon.

No demon clan wants to come back after leaving here. Zhaoming left, but he is not dead, and now he is back, and it is not caught by the witch clan. The only reason is to save people.

Zhaoming nodded: "Where is the senior who took care of me back then? Do you know?"

The pangolin demon's brows trembled slightly, and his voice trembled slightly, "I'm not sure where he is, but I'm 80% sure where he should be locked up."

"Where?" Zhaoming was overjoyed.

The pangolin demon did not answer, but said, "It's not difficult to tell me, but you want to save me."

Maybe this is a threat, but now he has no choice. The Colosseum is hell, a hell that never has a day. In order to survive, let alone killing each other, even brothers have to meet each other. Now that he has the opportunity to leave, he will do anything to do.

"Okay, you said!" Zhaoming agreed directly without hesitation.

The pangolin demon did not answer, and hesitated but hesitated.

Zhaoming felt aroused, guessed the other party's thoughts, and said loudly: "I, Zhaoming, have always done what I said. I promised my senior that I would come back to save him, but today I will come. Do you think your request will be more difficult than this? Not only will I save you, but everyone will release it."

"But I have something to say in front. I will break your cage, open the formation of the Colosseum, and even make it for your back. But I can't save you directly like a cover of the sky. Whether you can leave depends not only on me, but also on yourself."

He originally wanted to save the corrupt old man, but when he entered this place, he changed his mind. Saving one person is to save everyone, and saving everyone is also to save. Especially when the Xuanjitianhuo burned the cage formation, this idea became even stronger.

Although it will take a little more time, so many slaves, who have accumulated so many years of anger and hatred, can definitely break through the Colosseum and the army to support.

It is beneficial to both others and yourself, and it is naturally cost-effective.

The pangolin demon hesitated for a moment and finally stopped nodding and said, "There is a prison room more than 10,000 meters underground in the middle of the Colosseum, which is used to detain and interrogate more important prisoners. Because no one has escaped from the Colosseum, there has been almost no use in that place. I only know about it when I hear the witch guards occasionally."

"That senior is either not in the Colosseum or must be locked up there."

"How to get there?" Zhaoming asked hurriedly.

The pangolin demon shook his head: "How could I know!"

Zhaoming nodded, said nothing, and looked outside.

When the pangolin demon saw it, his face changed slightly and he hurriedly said, "You said you should save me!"

"I will not go back on my word!"

Zhaoming said in a deep voice, urging the spinning sky fire toward all directions, uniting his mind and carefully controlling the formation to burn without hurting the monks inside.

"It's out, it's out!"

A slave came out of the cage, cheered loudly, and rushed towards the entrance of the dungeon regardless of everything.

The enthusiastic expectation of freedom made them blinded the spiraling sky fire at the entrance and rushed in in the blink of an eye.

As a result, there was no doubt that a scream was burned to ashes, not leaving any left.

Zhaoming immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone is waiting at the entrance. Don't think that leaving the cage means freedom. If you want to get real freedom, you are still far away!"

While speaking, he used the fire escape technique to flash constantly in the dungeon. The number of prisoners in the dungeon reached tens of millions, and it would not be rescued in a short while. Fortunately, the Xuanji Tianhuo could be directly burned. If he was asked to smash the Kongtong Seals one by one, he could only say that he could not help.

After more than half an hour of rescue, the prison door was finally opened and returned to the entrance of the dungeon again. All the prisoners had already waited here.

A fire escape technique came to everyone. Zhaoming turned around and looked at the dense crowd, took a breath, and said loudly: "I don't know how firm your desire for freedom is. I only know that I only had one idea back then. If I couldn't get freedom, I would rather die."

"I will open this road to the free world for you, but the killing and obstruction along the way still exists. No one can help you anymore, everything depends on you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his fists clenched, and the fire wall at the entrance separated, revealing the witch army that had been ready outside.

All the separated flames condensed on Zhaoming's right fist, and a fist of ten true energy was directly blasted out, as if a volcano erupted, and the lava beasts born from heaven and earth killed them straight away, forcing the witch army to disperse.

"It is absolutely impossible for a despicable slave to escape!"

With a loud shout, a sub-saint witch clan slashed directly with a long sword in his hand. It seemed as if the momentum of creating the world and causing countless slaves to be frightened.

"After you are ready, you will never come back here and prepare, follow me!"

With a roar, Zhaoming flashed his body, waved his angry fist again, and directly hit the long sword that created the world.

At this moment, Zhaoming took everything out and activated all his strength. He knew that at this time he was no longer fighting for himself, but also for all the slaves behind him, whether it was the demon clan or the immortal clan.

He has experienced the feeling of despair of not seeing the light of day and losing hope. He has also experienced the feeling of despair after finally seeing hope but hope is broken.

At this time, I cannot fall. Once I fall, the courage that all the slaves behind me finally gather will collapse as I fall.

What you need is to make one move, and what you need is to achieve it overnight.

The witch clan in the Colosseum bullies slaves of all races, causing everyone's anger and hatred to a point where they were about to explode, just like boiling fuel.

At the same time, various means were used to extinguish the flames, so that no spark could be found in this endless hatred and would never explode.

At this time, I am the spark. Whether I can ignite it or not depends on this powerful attack.

"boom!"

A earth-shaking loud noise, a terrifying energy burst, as if a storm of waves hit the shore, stirring up a thousand layers of frenzy.

"ah!"

With a roar, blood flew in Zhaoming's hand, and the sword of the Witch Clan shattered with a bang.

"Everyone goes out with me and go home!"

During the storm of energy, the flying blood turned into flames, instantly igniting the anger that had accumulated for countless years.

Billions of roars came out of the dungeon, as if a shocking hurricane swept across the Colosseum.

Meng Huaixun, who was commanding the battle on one stone platform, came to his reputation and his face instantly fell dead.
Chapter completed!