Chapter 980 Yan Mo talked about Yan Mo. He is not a simple character, in the Source Realm, as far as the human race is concerned, his strength is not the first, but no one can defeat him!

This is Yan Mo, the first person of the younger generation of the Yan family!

Of course, this is on the bright side, and his strength is indeed not bad, at this time, he fought against Wu Meng, and did not fall behind, the two are evenly matched!

However, because he was dragged down, the people of the Terrans were also surrounded by a heavy siege.

"That's not good!"

Yan Mo was impatient in his heart, but there was no way, this Wu Meng was too difficult, his special magic power was not much worse than his own, although Yan Mo was confident to defeat him, but it was not possible in a short period of time.

"I had to abandon them. ”

Looking at the elite of the human race who were caught in the bitter battle, Yan Mo sighed lightly in his heart, and a touch of gloom flashed in his eyes.

There is no way to do it, if it drags on, it will not do them any good, and they will all fall here at that time!

So, it's time to retreat!

"Withdraw!"

He shouted, and countless thunderbolts fell from the sky, all of which fell towards the heads of the surrounding Wuling clansmen, delaying everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, and then, he forced Wu Meng back with one move, and swept away into the distance with all his strength, Haotian and the others did not fight, no longer cared about others, and fled with all their hearts.

"The lowly human race even dares to come and provoke the divine power of my witch spirit clan, leave me all ...... 'witch prison'!"

Wu Meng was furious, and his whole body was covered with incantations, just like markings, and with the incantation in his mouth, the incantation on his body spread overwhelmingly, and the speed was extremely fast, except for Yan Mo who blasted open a gap and escaped from the canon, all the others were trapped in this incantation world.

In less than half a moment, they were besieged again, and for a while, they fell into a desperate situation.

"Damn it!"

In less than a few, more than a dozen people were killed on the spot, and even Haotian was struggling to resist, Yan Mo scolded secretly, and stopped his body with a blue face.

"I told you, you all have to die!"

Wu Meng's ugly face was full of smirks, and he approached Yan Mo, and the words in his mouth were very proud.

"Humph!"

Yan Mo snorted lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wu Ling Clan, you are so scheming, you actually used the King of Source Beasts as bait to lure the elites of the four clans to take the bait, so as to strike...... You're challenging the patience of the four clans!"

"Fart!"

He didn't say that it was okay, but when he mentioned it, Wu Meng suddenly became furious, and the pimples on his face trembled for a while, and he was also extremely angry, and shouted, "Since you don't want to admit it, then I can only kill you all, and then slowly find it myself!"

Although this strategy is indeed correct, the problem is that they have not yet obtained the divine source, and according to Wu Yi's description, this divine source has definitely fallen into the hands of the four major races.

"Death!"

The incantation was dense, and Wu Meng raised a fist thicker than a water tank condensed by incantations like a giant beast, and smashed it directly towards Yan Mo.

"Eight Directions Heavenly Thunder!"

Yan Mo's eyes were full of thunder, full of electric arcs, he pinched his handprints, the dark clouds around him rolled, and the eight heavenly thunders condensed, under his control, with an overwhelming aura of destruction, he fell towards Wumeng one after another, so that he had to turn from attack to defense, and could only defend passively.

The power of the thunder attribute is too terrifying, it has a paralyzing effect, if it is realized, it can kill him in an instant.

And this Bafang Heavenly Thunder is one of the masteries created by the sages of the Yan family with the advantage of the thunder attribute, and it is a heaven-level peak martial art!

Eight heavenly thunders, in different sequences, which makes people unguardable, at this time, around Wumeng, was also bombarded with a pale face.

Yan Mo's strength was not inferior to him, if it weren't for the fact that there were other witch spirit clansmen next to him harassing Yan Mo, he wouldn't be able to compete with Yan Mo at all.

"Heaven and earth!"

While resisting the attacks of the two dozen or so witch spirit clansmen around him, Yan Mo condensed a large net and covered it towards the witch spirit people who were besieging the human race in the distance, wanting to open a way for them to live.

"Ah......h

A few screams rang out, and the four Wuling clansmen were directly killed on the spot by the net of heaven and earth, and the thunder and lightning filled with the aura of destruction shattered them on the spot, and the blood rain sprinkled, and suddenly, an exit was exposed.

"Rush!"

As soon as Haotian and the others saw this exit, they all rushed towards this side with all their might, although both sides had losses, but they still rushed out of more than a dozen people.

However, on the other hand, dozens of people of that race had fled, and the rest had been wiped out, and they all rushed over at great speed when they saw the situation......

"Retreat!"

Yan Mo couldn't care so much, and forced Wu Meng back again, and swept into the distance without looking back.

He knew very well that if he waited for the people from that side to come, he would definitely not be able to leave.

"Not a single one can escape!"

A gloomy voice resounded, and I saw that a black figure flashed from a distance, like a black lightning, and in an instant, Haotian and more than a dozen people were stopped, and the spell was imprisoned, trapping them in it.

This person is none other than the second master of the Witch Spirit Clan, Witch Power.

"It seems that it is still impossible to escape death!"

After being trapped, Haotian and the others had a wry smile on their faces, and their faces were like ashes.

This is a real desperate situation, with Wu Meng and Wu Li here, they have no possibility of escaping at all.

"Fight with them, even if you die, you have to pull a funeral!"

They glanced at each other, and they both saw the absoluteness in each other's eyes.

And their target is Wu Meng!

Suddenly, all of them were frantically surging with their own energy, and they were all attacking Wu Meng's location.

"Bastard, you still dare to resist?

Witch Power and Wu Meng shot at the same time, and the overwhelming spell fell down like a heavenly dome, and the dull aura spread, making it a little difficult for people to even breathe.

"Bang Bang ......"

A muffled sound resounded, blood burst out, Haotian and more than a dozen other Terran powerhouses were suppressed, knocked down, crashed into the ground, and spit blood from their mouths, and two of them died directly on the spot.

"Cowardly ants, they dare to compete with my witch spirit clan!"

Wu Li's ugly face was full of arrogance, and the tone in his mouth was very disdainful, making Haotian and the others even more ugly.

On this trip, only Yan Mo escaped, and almost all the elites were lost, and there were more than 200 people, including Haotian and others, and there were only 30 left at this time......

At this time, a deep sense of remorse rose in the hearts of those who had been impulsive before.

If you act according to the plan, you are already a yellow bird, how can you fall into such a field?

"Gurgling ......"

An extremely strange sound came from a distance, extremely fast, and soon, everyone could see that a swamp was surging towards them.