Mubai jumped up, jumped on the back of the Blood Hell Demon Dragon and sat down firmly.
Immediately afterwards, he integrated his spiritual thoughts into the vial in his hand.
Immediately, a dark halo was seen radiating out, and a black sticky substance in the shape of water droplets slowly floated out. This was the condensed dark demon element.
Mubai opened his mouth slightly and swallowed the drop of dark demon element in front of him.
He frowned.
The smell of this dark demonic element was extremely foul, and the dark aura made him feel nauseous, and he was not very used to it for a while.
After this drop of dark demon element entered Mu Bai's body, the condensed elemental power was instantly released and integrated into Mu Bai's limbs and bones, instantly restoring Mu Bai's lost strength.
"This thing is really awesome."
Mu Bai was refreshed, and his body was full of divine power. He secretly admired in his heart that if he could get a few bottles in the future, he would not have to worry about the problem of power consumption in battle.
"His strength has been restored."
"We're all going to die!"
The prisoners stared at Mu Bai with despair on their faces.
After successively exchanging the required items and equipment, Qing Ming said coldly: "Now you can conduct the last trial and go to Iron Thorn Mountain immediately."
Mu Bai raised his head and looked in the direction of Shanshan Mountain, his eyes focused, and he said to the Blood Hell Demon Dragon under him: "Quickly go!"
The Blood Hell Demonic Dragon roared loudly, spread its wings, and flew quickly in the direction of Iron Thorn Mountain.
The prisoners on the ground also jumped up immediately. Among them, only a small number of prisoners had mounts, but they were all at the demigod level.
"Everyone join forces together! Otherwise, we will all be killed by this guy today!"
"Attack quickly!"
Just when Mu Bai was about to approach Tieji Mountain, the prisoners who were chasing after Mu Bai launched a new round of attacks on him.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
The soul attacks all over the sky, like the vertical and horizontal fighting spirit, intertwined into a large net, sweeping towards Mubai overwhelmingly.
The momentum of these hundreds of prisoners joining forces to attack made Mubai feel great pressure.
The Blood Prison Demonic Dragon raised its head and roared, turned around quickly, and glared at the flying god-level prisoners.
"Bang!"
A burst of raging flames spurted out from the mouth of the Blood Hell Dragon, instantly swallowing the souls of dozens of prisoners.
The dragon-slaying knife in Mu Bai's hand flew out from his hand, like a rotating giant wheel, and faced the countless soul attacks that came at him. These soul attacks were crushed one by one, but there were still a few soul attacks that passed through the sword.