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It is easy to conquer the universe in front of you with twelve warriors, and it is not difficult to become the overlord of one party.

But compared to a legion composed of ace warriors, it is still inferior.

The call of summons resounded, and Zhan Wuwei, who was surrounded by mysterious patterns all over his body, stepped forward. His fierce and terrifying aura was very similar to that of Yan Jun.

Standing together, the two of them could almost be said to be twin brothers.

The same arrogance, the same arrogance.

The same overpowers everything.

"Someone is coming!"

Invincible, call out.

"boom!"

A group of evil spirit warriors wearing dark green armor passed by the guards at the door, as silently as ghosts, and appeared directly in the center of the palace.

It was like a breeze blowing away everything.

He is also like a poisonous snake in the dark, ready to strike a killing blow at any time.

People who can make a great name in the universe are just some bugs that can be easily crushed to death.

"Greetings, my lord!"

Many evil spirit warriors bowed and saluted, their movements uniform and without any sloppiness.

Just such an action made Lu Fa and Yan Jun shrink in the distance; both of them started from humble beginnings, which is why they value the soldiers under them so much.

The group of evil spirit warriors in front of them are definitely the best among the best.

Under Ye Huang's command, perhaps only the Law Enforcer Legion and the Temple Guard Legion can compare. Other than that, even the Orc Legion cannot compare.

But there are five such warriors, that is, five in total.

What should they use to fight against such a powerful enemy?

For a moment, their expressions gradually turned gloomy.

As expected, they had been sitting in a well watching the sky.

Ignoring the changing expressions of the two people, Ye Huang waved his hand towards the rear end.

The idea of ​​knowing one's shame and then being brave does not make sense to him. Weakness is weak, strong is strong, and if you lose, you lose. Can one failure mean eternal failure?

Of course it’s impossible!

But in a war, one defeat is enough to wipe out all their power.

If you are weak, just find a way to become stronger.

"anger!"

"My king!

"

The extremely burly Wrath appeared on one side.

"Wrath, unarmor you!"

Ye Huang ordered casually.

Wrath took the order without hesitation and removed the armor, leaving only a dark golden battle suit that looked like a steel stomach.

"You, let's compete with him!" Ye Huang pointed out again, and an Evil Spirit warrior at the front immediately took the order and stepped out, raising his hand to remove his armor.

"I'm offended!"

The evil spirit tribe warrior spat out a few words casually.

The next moment, without waiting for the anger to react, the warrior bent his legs and attacked directly into the distance.

"Not good!" The strong wind rushing out from the back of his neck made Wrath feel a chill in his heart, but he was not bad at all since he had been promoted to an ace warrior.

At the moment when he lost his target, he retreated quickly, raised his hand that looked like a palmetto palm and shot it quickly, and the two palms, one big and one small, collided quickly.

After a failed attack, the evil spirit warrior quickly retreated.

Angry was not immediately defeated due to his strong physique, but as the fight accelerated, Angry became more and more frightened.

Because the attacks of the evil spirit warriors seemed to be everywhere, and every target was at various vital points; if the attack failed, they immediately retreated.

Without any hesitation.

Compared to his attacks, although his attacks were not slow, compared to the evil spirit clan warriors, his attacks seemed to be less decisive and less killing.

"stop!

!”

After a long time, as the final blow fell, Wrath still managed to push the Evil Spirit warrior back with his strong body, but the mark left by the attack on his body never faded for a long time.

"I lost!

"

Wrath and the Evil Spirit Tribe warriors all said in unison, their eyes filled with a murderous aura that made people dare not look directly into them; in addition, there was endless fighting intent.

"Wrath, what did you see?"

Ye Huang asked aloud.

Wrath remained silent, and after a moment of deliberation, he finally replied, "King, my attack is not fast enough, not strong enough, and not decisive enough.

As a member of the King's personal guard, I am not qualified."

"What did you see?" Ye Huang's face turned dark, and he slowly turned his head and focused his gaze on the evil spirit warrior in the distance.

The evil spirit warrior's eyes were extremely indifferent, "King, if he is equipped with armor to fight in a life-and-death battle, I can easily strangle him."

"Why?"

Yanjun asked angrily.

"Because his heart is not ruthless enough, he has not really adapted to the concept of the weak and the strong; otherwise, his attacks will no longer be soft.

But every blow is filled with endless killing intent." The evil spirit warrior responded without retreating, even though he knew in his heart that he was no match for Lord Yan.

They are warriors, so naturally they are proud.

The first reason why Ye Huang was recognized by them was that he was strong enough; the second reason was that Ye Huang had always regarded himself as a warrior.

If they only pursued the so-called power, they would have long ago chosen to betray the queen and follow those so-called evil spirit guardians into the camp of the shadow world.

"Back off!"

Ye Huang slowly waved his hand, and together with the groups of soldiers, they saluted and quickly disappeared in the center of the palace, truly coming and going without a trace.

Rather than fighting head-on, the warriors of the Evil Spirit Tribe prefer to lurk in the dark, waiting for the enemy to pass by to launch a killing blow. With one strike, they can easily tear the enemy into pieces.

But just because they like to attack in secret doesn't mean they can't act as a vanguard and attack head-on.

On the contrary, their ability to fight head-on is not weak either.

Sometimes, body shape doesn't mean anything.

Looking at the backs of everyone leaving, Ye Huang suddenly thought secretly in his heart.

"Lufa, do you know what we are going to do next?"

Lu Fa, whose expression was constantly changing, finally restrained his movements of lowering his head and thinking, "King, if my subordinates have not guessed wrong, the king wants to refine the army next."

He opened his mouth tentatively.

How many people do they have in one legion now? It's almost five million people.

Although the increase in the number of people will lead to an increase in combat effectiveness, it will also lead to cumbersome orders; the combat effectiveness of soldiers may be strong or weak, and there will be a feeling of insufficient rear strength during the battle.

And how many people does an Evil Spirit Clan army have? It's about three million.

But these three million soldiers can easily overwhelm them.

So next, Ye Huang's goal should be to refine the legion members, but he didn't dare to think about more; he couldn't think about it.

There are some things that are particularly taboo for those in power.

"You old fox, you started half-talking again!"

"Refining the Legion is good, but I don't want to lay off its members!"

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Chapter completed!