In an instant.

The old ghost from Yinshan and the other twelve hidden people were all stunned.

No one expected that Huo Zhenxiao could fight back when faced with the siege of thirteen hidden people, and... kill him with one blow!

How evil is this?

The ground was filled with smoke and dust.

Layers of waves of soil raged in all directions.

Vaguely, you can still see a figure standing in it. Under his feet, there is a big pit, and there are cracks on the ground that spread like spider webs.

The twelve hidden people relied on their energy to hover in the air, overlooking Huo Zhenxiao below, their eyes a little more fearful than before.

"careful!"

In the oppressive silence, the old ghost from Yinshan uttered two words in a deep voice.

These two simple words quickly brought the other eleven hidden people back to reality.

Everyone's expressions became solemn.

Some couldn't help but squint their eyes, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Before, thirteen of them surrounded and killed Huo Zhenxiao at the same time. From everyone's point of view, this was a win-win situation with an extremely smooth wind, so it was inevitable that they would be a little underestimated in their hearts, and they could even have the leisure to admire Huo Zhenxiao.

After all, adding a few more words of praise to a dying person will not affect the final result, but it will definitely show some of your own grace.

But Huo Zhenxiao's "Dragon Fighting Eight Wastes" move told them with a real human life that they might win this battle, but someone would definitely die under his gun.

No one wants to die!

Therefore, they all suppressed the last bit of contempt in their hearts!

In the face of a life-and-death fight, any slightest carelessness is enough to send their souls back to the underworld!

Don't wait for the rolling waves on the ground to dissipate.

A voice filled with endless killing intent suddenly sounded.

"continue!"

These two simple words, but like the sound of Sanskrit calling for life, made the old ghost from Yinshan and others feel a chill down their backs.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, the ground shook violently, and the rolling waves of earth suddenly rose to tens of meters high, pushing in all directions.

The momentum is terrifying and spectacular.

Mixed in with the roaring noise, there was even a faint sound of dragon roaring.

A majestic tornado of powerful energy suddenly tore through the rolling waves of earth and penetrated straight into the sky.

Don't wait for all the hidden people to react.

Huo Zhenxiao, who was covered in blood, was already holding a gun and once again used his energy to rise into the air.

But this time, he didn't wait for the hidden people to take action. As soon as he jumped into the air, he rushed towards the nearest hidden person like a wolf.

"come!"

This hidden man's eyes were splitting in an instant, his silver hair was dancing wildly, and his face was ferocious.

Boom!

There was no dodge at all.

Facing Huo Zhenxiao, who was chasing after him, the hidden man's whole body was filled with energy, and he waved the long sword in his right hand boldly.

A sharp and fierce sword energy tore through the sky and swept towards Huo Zhenxiao.

"break!"

Huo Zhenxiao's spear was like a dragon, directly shattering the sword energy.

However, after only this moment of delay, the old ghost from Yinshan and the others were roaring towards them with terrifying energy.

In an instant.

The qi energy collided together, exploding into circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading out in all directions.

Huo Zhenxiao and the twelve hidden people were fighting together again. Their fierce and domineering energy looked in all directions, like a pair of big hands, stirring the sky and making the sky roar and explode.

From time to time, a burst of energy escapes and shoots towards the battlefield below. It is like a bomb exploding, and terrifying mushroom clouds rise up, along with densely packed broken limbs.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

To the troops on the battlefield, the fighting at Huo Zhenxiao's level was no different from that of gods.

Even the energy that escapes from the fighting is an unstoppable catastrophe for them.

Even the momentum unleashed by Huo Zhenxiao and others was like a panic-stricken mountain, overwhelming this battlefield.

However, the coalition soldiers were just staying away from Huo Zhenxiao and his friends on the battlefield in order to reduce their momentum and pressure, but they were still charging towards Zhenjiang City.

The endless crowd of people stretches as far as the eye can see, like a vast ocean.

Even just looking at it, you can feel the pressure coming towards your face.

Intense artillery fire flew down overwhelmingly, throwing up mushroom clouds, but it was still difficult to resist the footsteps of the coalition forces approaching Zhenjiang City.

The distance is getting closer.

Standing on the top of the city, Chen Dong could even see the increasingly panicked expressions on the faces of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry troops passing by.

He wasn't surprised.

On the contrary, this is human nature.

Even if they are the Snow Dragon Cavalry, they are still human after all. Faced with this magnificent scene like a zombie siege, it is pure nonsense to say that they are not afraid. The only difference is that their duty as soldiers suppresses the fear in their hearts.

"Hopefully, it can delay enough time."

Chen Dong clenched his fists, glanced at the coalition troops just outside the city, and then looked up at Huo Zhenxiao, who was fighting in a bloody battle. Resentment filled his eyes again: "Chen Daojun... what on earth are you going to do?"

"Kill!"

The mighty coalition troops simultaneously erupted into a killing cry that shot into the sky and cracked the silk.

As Huo Zhenxiao had guessed before, the coalition of hundreds of tribes did not go crazy and attack the city wall in all directions. Instead, in the chaos, they gathered in an orderly manner towards the place where the mountain of corpses was originally filled.

An endless stream of people surged up the corpse mountain, trampling on the corpses of their compatriots, heading towards Zhenjiang City.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

On top of the city, the commander-in-chief generals roared.

Rounds of artillery fire continued to bombard the mountain of corpses, flattening the swarming coalition troops.

But these coalition troops seemed to be going crazy. Once their comrades were bulldozed, someone immediately followed them.

Death seemed to become insignificant at this moment.

Perhaps they were seeking death, using their bodies to pave the way for the real coalition troops behind them.

As the army swarmed the city, countless coalition troops were turned into a "stepping stone" on the bloody road of corpses under the fire. This bloody road of corpses was getting closer and closer to the head of Zhenjiang City.

That kind of speed of building the base would make even Chen Dong feel terrified.

He had never seen such an army.

Even as he wandered through the snowfields and went deeper into the Yi tribe, he swore that such a death squad should never appear in an army of hundreds of tribes.

However, the reality is cruel!

"Chen Longtou, what should we do? They are almost paving the road!"

A commander with a bloody face rushed to Chen Dong, wiped the blood from his face and said anxiously.

Chen Dong shook Wu Feng in front of him and subconsciously glanced at Huo Zhenxiao in the distance.

In sight, Huo Zhenxiao had already turned into a bloody man, with wounds all over his body like knives and axes. Even so, he still had a fierce fighting spirit.

But he really doesn’t care about Zhenjiang City anymore!

"Then...I'll do it!"

Chen Dong's eyes narrowed into slits, and he felt so cold.

Even though Huo Zhenxiao had repeatedly warned him not to take action, Zhenjiang City was now in danger. If the corpse mountain blood road was not cut down as soon as possible, once it was paved, an endless sea of ​​​​people would rush directly to the city, and then the city would be destroyed.

International.

The thermal weapon firepower of Zhenjiang City, while trying to suppress the sea of ​​people below, while trying to clear the bloody path of the corpse mountain, is too limited, and only a very small amount of firepower can really be sprayed on the bloody path of the corpse mountain.

Although the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" is powerful, in the final analysis it still cannot reduce the height of the corpse mountain's bloody path in a short period of time.
Chapter completed!