If it is said that the light talisman enters the body just to feel good, then when the fox's claws, fox fire, and all kinds of other demonic skills fall on them, they should either be turned into human body fragments, or they are turned into ashes, but they are left with a mouthful of dead - the torn wound recovers at a particularly unscientific speed, and the burned part recovers very quickly, and they are left with only ecstasy!

Under the self-explosion of the same level and high-level foxes, they stubbornly stood firm, painful and happy.

Although the mana used up is not as fast as the recovery from injury, they are not only skilled at the legendary level, but the physical bodies of the people in the leather armor and cloth clothing departments are not as good as the people in the armor department and Sheng Yawei, and the role they can play should not be underestimated.

At this time, under the condition that the lower limit of the discipline can be completely ignored, it has become common to bite the lower mouth and kick the upper foot.

As long as there is a trace of effect, revenge for being completely suppressed in the past few days, and the mood has gone up and down, all the great gods and quasi-gods have directly put their faces and images aside, and they will do everything they can.

The locked fox was fast, and it was the best among foxes known for its speed, but the layers of markings on its body over time made its existence like a light bulb in the dark night, chased by the ruthless and shameless future powers, and was chased like a lost dog.

Although the players looked like crazy demons, they still had a trace of sanity, and after the mark, they did not rush towards the fox, but dispersed. No matter which direction the fox runs, there will be a mark printed nearby, and if you dodge one, you can't avoid the second and third, and the combat potential and combat intuition of all elite players can be seen, among which Phoenix has the highest hit rate.

It wasn't that the cunning fox didn't want to rush back like the other foxes, and kill this group of annoying little cubs, but the Light God Phantom suspended over the inner city of the City of Santa Ess became its biggest enemy at this time, and whichever it counterattacked, the Light God Phantom took special care of it. Light charms do not need money to replenish. It can't kill its target, only a small but painful injury.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the fox prepares a tactical retreat and fights again in the coming day.

It wants to run. To be honest, all the Saint-Eis players and aborigines really can't stop it. Even among the human race, there are mages such as Sheng Yawei who hold space spells.

Before it doesn't run. It's because of the instinct of the monster's greed, and the reluctance to let go of the fruits of victory within reach.

The head of the demon fox whistled, and the foxes' offensive slowed down. It began to disperse in all directions.

The players, the natives of Saint-Ess were in a hurry - this time it ran away, and next time they probably won't be able to catch it.

It was fooled this time, and I have to say that it was suspected of underestimating the enemy - underestimating the weak players, and only then did it capsize in the gutter.

Underestimating the enemy once is an accident, and underestimating the enemy twice is stupid. And if they were stupid, the battle of Saint-Ess wouldn't have been so difficult.

Anxiety, despair and unwillingness to help but rise in the hearts of everyone.

Only Sheng Yawei, Bafang, and the aboriginal commanders looked calm.

When the fox clan was about to retreat, there was a second shock in the air!

Thousands of strange figures suddenly appeared in the sky around the capital of Saint-Es, and the aura on their bodies all showed that they were supreme masters.

Although these people are like the policemen of the earth, they are always late, but they are not wrong.

The target of thousands of continent-level masters was directly aimed at Yihu, and everyone who stayed in the capital of Saint-Ace, except for a few who were aware of it in advance, all breathed a sigh of relief: the reinforcements have finally arrived!

The role has changed.

Nervous and desperate, he became a fox clan in the Warcraft camp.

Relaxed, playful, members of the human camp.

No one noticed that Sheng Yawei's expression was not completely relaxed, there was a hint of tension on his face, and the hand holding the staff was not loose.

[Tsk, large space blockade, superimposed markers.] 】

[The situation has been decided.] 】

[The first force of Mistri and the first empire are really generous, I think there are still many people on the side of the spatial gap group who take the opportunity to repair it, right?]

Ma Jin sighed, "I wanted to go back to the soul power plane of that kid in Orrido]

Marceau, however, noticed Sheng Yavi's silence and guardedness: [Arthur, what are you worried about?]

[I'm worried that they will jump off the wall in a hurry.] 】

Makin and Marceau felt that Phoenix's juniors were right--Sheng Yawei really had the potential to specialize in the crow's mouth.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, surrounded by nearly a thousand master skills of the two forces, the leader of the demon fox, like duckweed in the water, flashed a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes!

A trace of blood light rose from the leader of the fox clan, as if it had self-detonated, and the aura that was not the same as the self-explosion began to roll in the air.

As this strange wave spreads, the vision appears.

I saw that the drops of blood that stained the land red, as if they had been given life, agitated and gathered in the land, and then came out of the soil, rose into the air, and flew towards every non-demonic beast lifeform.

Countless droplets of blood flew in the air, and when you looked at it, the entire space seemed to be filled with dark red blood clouds, and you couldn't tell friend from foe, and you couldn't see the way forward.

If there is still a bright light in the whole space, it is the phantom of the God of Light.

The majesty of God cannot be blasphemed, even if it is only in the form of a doppelganger.

Before the drops of blood could get close to the phantom, they were annihilated by the power of the rules.

"I'll go, this sacrificial circle is just a half-finished product, right?"

"Half-finished products are all in this battle, if we let those foxes finish it, how can we survive?"

"Luckily, fortunately"

The sound of the eight directions was accompanied by evasive gasps and the sound of wind.

"Don't rejoice yet, the fox clan may have something to do!" Sheng Yawei reminded.

Sheng Yawei also didn't want to let the blood droplets with an ominous aura around him get on his body, most of the mana was used in the operation of encircling and suppressing the enemy leader just now, and the sacrificial circle was sacrificed, even if it was not complete, her mana recovery speed was also sharply reduced, Sheng Yawei's embankment was reborn, and she didn't want to use mana, so a pile of accumulated high-level scrolls appeared in her hand, and then was crushed.

Layers of protective shields keep blood droplets out.

A malicious and ruthless fox roar came through the air.

At the same time, there was a loud sound of self-detonation.

The induction of the mark disappeared, and everyone's heartstrings were loosened - the first evil had been punished, and their task was completely accomplished!

Even if the people who are stained with blood drops, they can still feel the powerlessness of the passage of vitality, and it can't change their good mood. Anyway, the divine descent technique dominated by Merlin seems to be able to last for a long time, and the ownerless sacrificial circle cannot support it for long, they should not be able to die, and at most they will lose some vitality. After strangling the foxes, it's time to harvest.

Only except for Sheng Yawei (to be continued.) )