"No, we can't continue to fight for each other like this. Someone must come out to command the whole country! Otherwise, we will be defeated one by one by one by one,"
In the camp, Fei Xueori looked at the attacked human allies not far away and said that her rich experience in marching and fighting immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
Having said that, this is a camp spontaneously formed by the monks of the scattered people. With the seniority and strength of their young people, no one will listen.
This is also the first time that young people in the Northern Region have witnessed the amazing combat power of the Netherworld Demons. Only a few demon space powerhouses teleported in, killing a large force of people and horses.
With the blessing of the rules of space, those demons who seem to be tall and heavy in shape are like ghosts. Although there are many human races surrounding them, they cannot hurt them at all!
Their figures are either extremely difficult to capture, they are faster than everyone's speed, or they can easily build space walls around them to protect them.
In the opponent's battle beyond the level, the sword energy sword river, palm print sword shadow, and the conventional methods of human race have all lost their due effect?
Just imagine, when an attack that you gather strength and launches is teleported by the enemy, or a space wall can be erected to transfer the attack without a trace, you will open the empty door and be killed instantly by the opponent's teleportation. What will happen?
Among the human race, even saints, there are not many people who have truly confronted each other head-on with their opponents who have understood the ancient way, so!
Although there are many people who siege and kill those strong people in the demon space, there is not much way to deal with them. Moreover, after a few rounds of battle, each of them becomes extremely scared and cannot use their full strength!
In the melee, the space powerhouses of the Netherworld Demon Clan cannot use too many space skills to avoid hurting their own people. However, every time their strike or every teleportation disappears, a bloody human corpse is often hung on the weapon, and the human formation is crazily harvesting life.
While speaking, a saint in the distance was penetrated by a spear from the Netherworld Demon Clan, and his whole body was picked up.
As a saint, his eyesight is not bad. He can calculate the angle of the opponent's move, the force and speed, and the angle of the spear stabbing, but he just can't adapt to the opponent's sudden crossing the distance and appearing in front of him.
No matter how fast the sword and sword in the world are, they need to pass the distance, but for space practitioners, there is no need. The distance in the saint's inertial thinking and judgment actually does not exist for them.
Different levels of combat determine different ways and thinking of combat!
Even the saint could not block the sudden attack!
The Netherworld Demon Clan who pierced him was a tall monster with four legs. He raised his spear and raised the spoil in his hand, which was more like to completely destroy the fighting spirit and confidence of the human race.
The saint was lifted in mid-air, with a huge spear piercing his chest, sweating on his forehead, and his face was distorted in pain, but he was still not dead. The saint's powerful vitality kept him awake.
At this time, the saint did not care about the huge pain coming from his chest. He almost tried his best to exert his last strength. The sword energy of the holy sword in his hand condensed again and swung forward and slashed a sword!
This time, the demon clan could not escape again. The distance between the two sides was too short and they were connected again. It only crossed with a thick arm to block it!
The saint swung his sword and slashed, but he tried his best. The sword energy that was usually unstoppable only left a shallow scratch on the opponent's arm and disappeared soon.
The monster in front of him was not only amazing, but his body was also extremely powerful. Many human monks who were nearby opened their eyes wide and watched this scene.
The saint failed to really seriously injure his opponent with one sword, but he tried his best. He was still held in mid-air and let out a lifetime roar.
"Everyone... must come out together, otherwise we will all die...only fight with them here!"
He was held up in the air, waved his hands and feet, and let out a loud roar. This sound seemed to wake up many other humans present who were still hesitating!
Even the saints cannot escape. If they continue to fight each other in this way, it will be their turn next. Now they can't escape even if they want to escape. All that remains is to fight to the death, and perhaps there is still some hope of survival.
Seeing this clearly, people no longer hesitated and removed their respective defensive arrays and rushed out. This also means that they can only face the rush of other Netherworld Demons!
On the side of the saint, several streams of light launched a siege on the demons who were still holding him at the fastest speed. They were several human saints of different forces, and they wanted to save their kind.
Faced with the siege of several saints, the space demon tribe did not dare to be too big. It had no time to kill the prey that had already been obtained, so it had to throw the spear and throw the person away. Turn around, wave the spear again, and fight against the attacking saints.
The saint was thrown out and caught in the air. He spitted a mouthful of blood, but his life and death were still uncertain.
He used his last strength to make the most correct decision for the humans present.
On the other side, the other Netherworld Demons who had been waiting for an opportunity to move on the outside before saw that the human race had completely given up their defensive posture and had nothing to stop them, so they all roared and rushed into the camp!
The yellow sand was everywhere and the dust was flying, and the two sides were all disconnected and the troops were connected.
"Bang!"
A bone knife with flame swept across, Fei Xueguo's steps staggered, and he took a few steps backwards on the gravel and sandy ground, stepped on several large deep pits on the ground, and finally barely fixed his body.
She is a natural martial arts body and rarely loses to her peers in terms of strength. If she does not have the same special physique, in the contest of pure strength, even if her opponent is a man, Fei Yuiro will not be at a disadvantage at all.
But now, the monster in front of her only swept across, and Fei Xueori felt that she was almost swept away. The powerful force from the golden holy sword made her mouth numb. It was something she had never encountered before.
The criteria for judging the cultivation of the human race and the demon race are different, but Fei Yuiori can also see that she is facing a minion of the lowest level of the demon race now, and the other party's cultivation may not be as high as hers, but her strength is so powerful that it is terrifying.
Only one minion!
Fei Xuezhi thought to himself that just an inconspicuous demon clan minion crushed her, a young genius who was famous in the Northern Region.
Is it so big that the difference in the world you live in?
Fei Xueori remembered the indigenous people she had seen in those remote areas in the past. Perhaps in their eyes, it was like she was now shocked by the powerful strength of these demons, and she felt that she could not overcome her psychologically.