However, as the battle progressed, the situation changed drastically. The crisis shifted to the enemy's side, while they themselves were unexpectedly in a relatively safe position.
Hua Shan, Bai Sha, Liu Hu, Liu Bao and Hua Guduo teamed up to deal with Sister Rakshasa without any pressure. Although Sister Rakshasa is very powerful, in the face of the tacit cooperation and strong strength of the five of them,
He seemed powerless and gradually fell into passivity.
They couldn't help but feel full of gratitude and admiration for Ling Xiao.
If Ling Xiao hadn't stepped forward at the critical moment, single-handedly held back the masked youth and bought them precious time, today's battle would not have been so easy anyway.
Ling Xiao's bravery and wisdom deeply impressed them, and strengthened their determination to fight alongside Ling Xiao.
At this time, Ling Xiao raised his feet and walked towards Sister Rakshasa. His steps were firm and powerful, and his eyes were full of determination and killing intent.
There was only one thought in his mind, which was to kill all these soul clans and avenge Mr. Qi and those sacrificed companions. His figure looked extraordinarily tall on the battlefield, like a fearless god of war, vowing to destroy everything that stood in his way.
All were completely destroyed.
Although Mr. Qi was lucky enough to be saved by him, his body was already disabled and he could no longer gallop on the battlefield as before.
Several other heroic warriors were killed by these cruel soul clans. Their sacrifices were like heavy blows, deeply imprinted in Ling Xiao's heart.
Whenever he thought of these heroes who sacrificed their lives to protect the border of Zhenmo Mansion, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with endless anger and grief. He knew very well that if he didn't kill a few soul clans, how could he be worthy of these heroes who had sacrificed their lives to protect the border of Zhenmo Mansion?
Where are the warriors who sacrificed their lives for the government?
"That's enough, Rakshasa twin demons!"
Just as the flames of revenge were stirring in Ling Xiao's heart, a lazy and confident voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield. This voice seemed to carry an invisible power, causing Ling Xiao to stop involuntarily and turn his gaze.
The source of the sound.
Then, a young man wearing a black robe slowly fell from the sky. His face was as delicate as a sculpture, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his temperament was extraordinary. He landed next to the masked young man, and the two stood side by side, like a pair.
Comrades with a tacit understanding.
After seeing the young man, the faces of the two Rakshasa demons instantly bloomed with excitement. They all withdrew from the battle and returned to the young man. Their eyes were full of awe and admiration, as if this young man was the one in their hearts.
Gods who can lead them to victory.
Ling Xiao stared at the young man, and he could feel that the aura emanating from the young man was more terrifying and powerful than that of the masked young man.
This aura was like an invisible giant wave, making Ling Xiao feel unprecedented pressure and threats. He understood that the appearance of this young man undoubtedly added more variables and challenges to this battle.
"The soul is intact?"
Ling Xiao's brows furrowed tightly. This name was like a huge stone thrown into his calm heart, stirring up waves. He stared at the young man with extraordinary temperament and a slight smile in front of him, and complex thoughts surged in his heart.
emotions.
"Haha, I didn't expect that my fame is quite small." Hun Wuxu smiled faintly, and there seemed to be endless deep meaning hidden in his smile.
He shook his head gently, his gaze fell on Ling Xiao, with a hint of regret: "You are a man of great potential, with considerable strength and potential. However, it is a pity that you are not from the Soul Clan. In this past
In a world where blood is respected, you must die."
After saying that, Hun Wuxu didn't make any move, he just glanced at Ling Xiao faintly. However, this glance seemed to contain endless power, making Ling Xiao instantly feel as if his whole body was imprisoned by invisible shackles.
Every movement became extremely difficult.
"die!"
Hun Wuxu spoke again, his voice cold and decisive, as if he had pronounced Ling Xiao's death sentence.
However, at this critical moment, a vigorous figure suddenly sprang out from behind Ling Xiao, as fast as a cheetah. This figure was holding a long spear, the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and it was as fast as lightning.
Stabbed into the void in front of Ling Xiao.
boom!
A loud noise echoed on the battlefield, and this sudden attack actually collided with Hun Wuxu's terrifying soul attack.
The two forces intertwined and collided in the air, erupting with dazzling light and strong energy fluctuations. Surprisingly, this spear successfully blocked Hun Wuxu's seemingly invulnerable soul attack, fighting for Ling Xiao.
A glimmer of hope has arrived.
"Zhang Ruochen, you're not dead yet." Hun Wuxu frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise and displeasure in his eyes. He stared at the young man in front of him who was covered in tatters and stained with blood, with a hint of difficulty in his tone.
Confidence.
Zhang Ruochen, who was once known as the number one genius in the Demon Suppressing Mansion, and the leader and role model of Hua Shan and others, was standing there like a rag doll, with ragged clothes and wounds all over his body. In some places, even
The white bones were exposed, looking extremely miserable.
However, even though he looked seriously injured, his eyes were still bright and firm, shining with unyielding fighting spirit.
"Haha, although I'm not as good as you, I'm not that easy to die." Zhang Ruochen smiled with difficulty. His voice was weak and hoarse, but every word was full of power. He raised his head slightly, although his body was exhausted, but
The light in his eyes did not diminish at all, as if telling Hun Wuxu that he still had the strength to fight.
Hun Wuxu looked at Zhang Ruochen's resolute eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head slightly, as if he was a little surprised by Zhang Ruochen's tenacity, but he was more disdainful and contemptuous.
"Interesting, then today, I will kill you and them together. I want to see how many times you can live!" His voice was cold and decisive, as if he had made up his mind to kill everything in front of him.
Turn into nothingness.
After saying that, Hun Wuxu's figure swayed slightly, and a powerful aura emanated from him, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a violent storm. His eyes were full of killing intent and determination, as if he wanted to destroy everything under his breath.
Under anger.
And Zhang Ruochen, despite being seriously injured, still straightened his back and prepared for the final decisive battle.
Hun Wuxu smiled coldly, and the soul power surrounding him began to surge, obviously preparing to take action again, giving Ling Xiao and Zhang Ruochen a fatal blow. However, at this extremely tense moment, something unexpected happened.
Sister Rakshasa standing next to him, her once cold and beautiful face was now distorted by pain. She suddenly screamed, her voice was shrill and shrill, cutting through the din of the battlefield.