Seven hundred thousand!

What a horrible number this is!

In the southern border of Tianlong, there were only one million troops in total.

In the Hongmeng Mountains, between these two levels, the blood of a 700,000 army was thrown away.

Creepy!

When the fire surged into the sky, the news had been received at the Enlightenment Pass.

The seven hundred thousand army was destroyed and became the past since then.

Everyone was so scared that they almost fainted.

The panic spreads in everyone's hearts.

Everyone was trembling all over, as if standing naked in the snow and ice.

Despair and helplessness, accompanied by panic, spread rapidly.

The remaining 400,000 troops in the pass have already learned the news.

Failed.

The seven hundred thousand army was slaughtered by the vast 300 thousand mad evil army.

The loss of the Cangmang Crazy Army was less than 100,000 people!

A crushing defeat!

A complete defeat!

"Four princes died in battle! The seven hundred thousand troops were destroyed."

Cao Dingtian seemed to be much older.

"I'm sorry for everyone..."

He burst into tears and knelt down on the wall of Wudao Pass toward the fiery fire of the sky.

Click!

The princes and the powerful masters all knelt down.

On the watchtower, the Duke of Qin, who had been standing all day long, fell to the ground, his eyes were dull.

Although he had known this result for a long time, at this moment, he still couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

Xue Yizhen also knelt on the ground, whispering the sutra of salvation in her mouth.

He did not save 700,000 dead souls, but was just saving his conscience.

Although the death of these 700,000 people has nothing to do with him.

The fire is beating.

Burned all night.

The darkness that should have been illuminated by the fire, just like daylight.

The red flame dyed the sky red, like blood, black and red, making people so bored that they wanted to go crazy.

The Enlightenment Pass is silent.

No one is in the mood to say anything.

The princes led by Cao Dingtian knelt all night.

Until endless black and gray drifts with the wind.

The crying spread from the Enlightenment Pass, and finally, it was deafening.

These black and grays are all products of the corpse burned!

The night will not be nostalgic for anyone. Come when it comes and leave when it comes.

It was supposed to be shining brightly, but at this moment, the dark clouds covering the sky and 700,000 burned ashes were stacked layer by layer.

No matter how sharp the sun is, it cannot penetrate.

It's dawn.

Thick black and gray paved the way all over the ground and the mountains.

The scarlet soil was completely covered.

If someone looks down from a high altitude, he will find that the middle section of the Hongmeng Mountains, known as one of the three major mountains of prayer, has become a black area, like the scars of the earth from Wudao City, to Wudao Pass, to Hongmeng Pass, and to the forty kilometers near the Daozu Plain.

shocking.

The fire continues!

There seems to be no trend of decreasing.

"Witch comes!"

Cao Dingtian, who had been kneeling all night, suddenly yelled.

"I am guilty!"

Wu Lai knelt down and came to Cao Dingtian.

His hair was half white overnight!

The deaths of the four princes should have made Cao Dingtian happy.

But now, he can't be happy.

He, as the leader, can no longer continue to serve.

Nothing else, even for the sake of the 100,000 Iron War Army, there must be an explanation.

His eyes were red, and Cao Dingtian looked at Wu Lai and burst into tears.

"As a military advisor, you have an unshirkable responsibility for this miserable defeat." Cao Ding Tiandao.

Wu Lai knelt down and said, "Wu Lai will lead to death!"

clang!

Cao Dingtian waved his long sword.

Click!

Wu Lai, one of the three major strategists under his command, fell to the ground, and blood stained the walls of the Dao Pass.

At the same time, Cao Dingtian, who was crying, placed his left hand on the city wall and slashed his sword.

"Master!"

The fourth-grade master Liu Zhen immediately held the knife.

"Save it!"

"Lord! The crime is not on you! All the princes have agreed to the strategy of the witch!" Liu Zhen roared.

"Save it!"

Cao Dingtian roared wildly and waved his strength.

Blood splattered, and Liu Zhen's palm was cut into a deep bone-visible wound.

Then, he waved his sword down.

He cut off his little finger with his left hand.

Holding the bloody little finger, Cao Dingtian opened his mouth wide, put it in his mouth, and chewed it hard.

Click.

Click.

The sound is chilling.

"Everyone, Cao is incompetent, which has caused the loyal souls of 700,000 soldiers to fall. This leader is indeed unable to be the leader."

After Cao Dingtian swallowed, he shouted loudly: "Duke Qin! Where is the Duke?"

Swish!

The figure flew away, and the Duke of Qin appeared on the city wall in armor.

"Duke!"

Cao Dingtian bowed his hand, and blood was still falling drop by drop.

The Duke of Qin's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Cao Thief! Yang Sai! The blood debt of the 700,000 soldiers must be remembered on you!"

Yang Sai laughed bitterly, but didn't speak.

Cao Dingtian had a expressionless face: "Duke, right and wrong, merits and demerits, let's talk about it later. Cao is not suitable to be the leader of the alliance. It is time for the Duke of the Kingdom to take charge of the overall situation. Your soldiers under your command will become the strongest force to resist the vastness."

"I really wish I could kill you with one knife!" Duke Qin roared.
To be continued...