Three intelligence agents photographed the City of Death from three different directions, two on the outside and one on the inside.
The intelligence officer inside gave Ye Xiong, who was half-empty inside, a big surprise.
"This guy is the King of Jiangnan, and he is so young." Qiao Ming, the King of the Western Regions, said unexpectedly.
"Young is young, but why do you feel that the temperament on your face seems to be very vicissitudes of life?" Dragon King Long Batian was a little confused.
"If you don't tell me, I really don't see it. This guy doesn't look like he's in his twenties or thirties at all."
Listening to the appreciative voice of the King of Two Realms, Erosa couldn't help but feel a little complicated.
It’s been just over two years since I last saw him, and it’s really amazing that he has grown to this extent.
Not only the King of the Western Region and the Dragon King, but also the dead Ice Emperor entrusted his closest children to him for protection, which shows how deeply the Ice Emperor treated him.
If it hadn't been for her wrong decision to kill King Jiangnan and the three leaders of the separatist organization with the Extermination Formation, he might be the most famous genius in the Southern Territory now. Thinking of this, she actually regretted it. She had never been right before.
I regretted the things I had done.
At this moment, in another image, a mass of dark figures appeared, and the demonic army finally arrived.
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In a matter of moments, the demonic army arrived over the City of Death.
A thousand people are in front, and more than 700 people are behind. They are clearly divided.
"Where is King Jiangnan? Come up and talk." Qisha said arrogantly.
Ye Xiong flew up in the air, looked at Qisha from a distance across the city protection barrier, and said calmly: "What do you want from your grandfather?"
Ye Xiong was serious, but he said curse words. As soon as Ye Xiong opened his mouth, he immediately burst into laughter.
"Brother Ye is so funny. He is still in the mood to joke at this time. It really made me laugh to death." Meng Miao held her stomach in the audience.
Qisha's face turned livid immediately. How had he, the dignified young master Qisha, ever been humiliated like this?
"King Jiangnan, I thought you were a talented person and wanted to give you a chance to join our demon world, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. Today I will let you know that you cannot afford to offend me, Mr. Seven Killers."
After Qisha finished speaking, he waved his hand: "Give them all to me, first break this restriction."
At that moment, a thousand people took action at the same time, and various spell attacks fell above the limit.
I originally thought that the restriction would be broken soon, but I didn't know that after more than ten minutes of continuous attacks, there was no sign of the restriction being broken.
"Hell, when did the City of Death have such a powerful city protection restriction?" Qisha was puzzled.
He has conquered more than a dozen cities, many of which have defensive restrictions. There has never been one as solid as this one. Hundreds of people went up and attacked together, but they were unable to break through this restriction.
"You can't even break through our city defense formation, and you still want to break through our city of death. What a joke." Ye Xiong sneered.
The monks inside the restriction were shocked. They were ready to fight and fight, but who knew that the opponent couldn't even break through the restriction.
On the village system, countless golden inscriptions flashed in various places in the formation, neutralizing all attacks.
How have they ever seen such a powerful city protection restriction?
Ye Xiong flew up, landed next to the restriction, and used the Brahma Sacred Technique. A golden light flashed through his fingers, and a series of symbols fell from the tips of his fingers onto the formation.
Inscriptions are always consumables. As external attacks intensify, more and more inscriptions disappear. He has to replace the lost inscriptions. Otherwise, when the inscriptions are exhausted, the restriction will be broken.
Then, a strange scene appeared. Thousands of demon cultivators outside kept attacking the formation, while Ye Xiong kept repairing it. It was like one person fighting against a thousand people.
Southern Region, combat command center.
Jiantou aimed at King Jiangnan, and saw him calmly and selflessly repairing the inscriptions. Every time the inscription symbol was destroyed, he carved an inscription in his hand, quickly repaired it, and joined the defense.
"This is the Golden Vatican Inscription. I have only heard rumors and never seen it. When I saw it today, it really defied heaven." Long Batian sighed.
"But, with a pair of thousands, he is still a human being? The greatest inscriptionist is nothing more than that." Qiao Ming said.
"Hmph, what he did was just a waste of energy. No matter how strong he is, the speed of replenishing the inscriptions can never be compared to the speed of destruction. It will be a matter of time before the restriction is broken." Erosa snorted.
"That's not necessarily true. Haven't you seen that the monks in the City of Death are all recharging their energy? Even if the restriction is broken, these demonic cultivators have consumed a lot of energy. It's hard to say who will win and who will lose.
"Qiao Ming said.
"It seems that this guy is very smart!" Long Batian sighed.
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Ye Xiong's speed of carving inscriptions is getting faster and faster, but even so, it is still far behind the speed of being destroyed.
At this time, there was a roar from outside, Qisha's figure flashed, landed on the top of the restriction, and struck out with a palm.
A wave of momentum like a frenzied sea surged down, restraining a wave of turmoil. A dozen inscription symbols turned into light spots and were digested in the void.
"King Jiangnan, I just want to see how long your restriction can protect you."
Qi Sha was so angry that his lungs burst. His men were unable to break through the attack for half an hour. You must know that the four demons were watching this battle. Not only the four demons, but also countless people in the cultivation world were watching.
Pay attention to this battle, if he can't break it, he will lose face.
"Brother Ye, let's take action!" Meng Bing'er couldn't help but said anxiously.
"Don't worry, wait for my order." Ye Xiong said calmly.
Although the monks inside wanted to rush out very much, they could only stand and wait after thinking of Ye Xiong's order.
Finally, Ye Xiong gave the order: "In the first stage, three hundred monks will attack. The distance from the restricted area cannot be more than 30 meters. They will come back immediately in five minutes. Do not disobey orders, otherwise they will be punished by military law."
After hearing the order, Shirley held the long sword and shouted: "Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill these bastards."
"Kick them out of the world of cultivation."
Three hundred monks holding inscribed weapons rushed out.
Since the weapons on their hands are engraved with inscriptions, they can travel through the restrictions at will.
These three hundred people were the most powerful. The weapons in each hand were inscribed with inscriptions by Ye Xiong himself. With the addition of recharging their energy, they suddenly became powerful.
On the other hand, those demonic cultivators, due to the restriction of attacks, consumed a lot of their vitality. They were exhausted and I was exhausted. This time, they were killed by mistake and fell into a large area.
By the time they reacted, there were already many dead and injured.
"Time's up, come back." Ye Xiong ordered loudly and shouted: "The first group comes back, and the second group of eight hundred monks enters."
The three hundred monks outside holding inscribed weapons quickly retreated into the confinement to recuperate, and then the second group of weaker ones continued on.
Next, these monks finally understood Ye Xiong's intentions.
He wanted the monks to kill the enemy with all their strength when they went out, and when they were tired of killing, they would come back and take the elixir to rest, and then go out to kill again after their energy had recovered, taking turns.
This ban is like a safe haven.
In just one hour, most of the demon cultivators were killed or injured, and the number of people who died in the City of Death was less than one-tenth of the number of demon cultivators.
Ye Xiong seemed to have guessed this kind of battle situation a long time ago. He was suspended in mid-air and continued to carve inscriptions.
At this moment, he was calm and calm, as majestic as Mount Tai.