At this moment's speed, in less than thirty seconds, they collectively climbed over the city wall and met the opponent ten miles away.

The five hundred Xuan-rank demons led by Ziophra aimed at the opponent's three-hundred-level peak realm masters, and launched a bloody battle under the large-scale illusion attack, 1,200 soul needles, and the spiritual shock wave of Lias.

After the same stunned moment, the leader of the oncoming enemy army, a Xuan-rank pinnacle realm strong demon who could break through to the ground level at any time, led a group of elites, fiercely carrying a giant mace, and launched a counterattack.

It's a pity that Hercules' spiritual power is really not very good, and after a slight dizziness, he stopped in place with a blurred look.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yevre did not hesitate to raise the Sky Shaking Hammer high, and then smashed it hard.

It's a pity that a shadowless and invisible scream floated by, and the originally confused Hercules opened his eyes on the ground, and then moved a little distance at the last moment.

The sky-shaking hammer, like a meteor falling from the sky, with unparalleled power, smashed into Hercules's left arm, instantly breaking it.

This guy is actually wearing ground level armor, otherwise this left arm would not be as simple as a fracture.

The grinning Hercules, staring at the ill-intentioned Yevre with sharp eyes, picked up the giant mace and launched a counterattack.

Yevre, who was willing to test his strength, did not dodge, with the howling wind of Hulala, he smashed it directly with a hammer, and then staggered back more than a dozen steps.

His own strength of up to 1,370,000 pounds is still at a disadvantage.

Looking at the Hercules who was hanging his left arm but had not retreated half a step, Yevre's pupils constricted, and he immediately changed the battle mode.

The strength is not as good as you, but in terms of speed alone, then compare and see.

Evre raised the Hammer and ran as hard as he could, surround the Hercules who were waiting in battle.

Of course, the soul needle, which is a nirvana, also turned into mist and quietly launched a sneak attack again.

The demon who had cracked the spiritual attack just now had been found by Ziophra and was fighting fiercely with each other.

It's a pity that the demon who suddenly struck was only caught up in the battle before he could disarm a dozen of his companions who had been hit.

And Lias, who was not affected in the slightest, commanded 497 of his powerful companions to slaughter more than 100 enemies who were still trapped in illusion.

There were thirty Xuan-rank peak realms, and seventy-five Xuan-rank upper realm enemies, and their souls were scattered in the blink of an eye.

The enemy did not flinch, let alone flee in all directions, but still swarmed up, with a two-to-one numerical advantage, stepping on the corpses of his comrades, and launching a fierce counterattack.

"You insidious guys, you actually use the stolen bloodthirsty boiling stone, otherwise..."

Yevre had just unknowingly sneaked the soul needle into the opponent's soul space, and was about to turn over the river and the sea, when a terrible roar sounded in his ears.

It's stealing, so what, Lias did a good job.

This kind of thing of using the other party's resources to strengthen oneself is as much as possible.

It's just that the guy Lias lightly revealed the matter, and didn't talk about the theft process in detail at all.

Yevre had no time to pay attention to the situation on Ziopra's side, and when the hostile Hercules was distracted, he picked up the Sky Shaker with all his might, and with infinite air ripples, he slammed the giant mace and struck him heavily on the opponent's left knee.

There was a crunching sound, his eyes widened, and the painful half-step ground demon fell like a hill, clenching his sharp teeth.

The half-step Hercules desperately brandished the giant mace, avoiding Yevre, who was trying to gain an inch.

The soul needle is not as good as illusion, and before it reaches a certain power, it cannot directly destroy the enemy's soul space and let its true soul fly away.

The enemy, whose spirit had been hurt a lot, immediately beckoned several subordinates of the peak realm of the Xuan Rank to come and protect him.

Unexpectedly, he was noticed by Lias, who had been watching and listening to all directions, and directly commanded more than a dozen Xuan-rank peak realm demons with skyrocketing momentum to intercept them.

For a moment, in the chaos of the fight, Yevre was alone and confronted the half-step Hercules who was kneeling on one foot.

Retracting the shattered hundred and ten soul needles, Yevre circled rapidly, unusually cautious.

In an instant, the body swelled, the muscles were high and knotted, and the broken knees were also rapidly healing, and the Hercules was once again pierced back and forth by one thousand and one intact soul needles.

It wasn't until most of the soul space of the half-step earth-level Hercules collapsed that Yevre was distressed and all of them were recovered.

If you pay a certain price, you should be able to completely hit it hard, but Yevre still recycled the soul needle like a miser out of temptation.

His eyes were scattered, and the severe pain ruthlessly invaded the enemy of the Xuan Rank Peak Realm, causing his reaction speed to drop significantly, even if he broke out with his strength talent, his strength was enough to be comparable to that of an ordinary Earth Rank Demon, it would be useless.

Cautious Yevre, wandering around, as soon as he turned to the dead end of the attack, he sneaked up on it.

The reaction speed was not as fast as half of the usual half-step ground level Hercules, and in less than a second, he was hit with a five-fold hammer, which directly caused the rapidly healing left leg to be smashed.

This is still the giant mace that blocks most of the consequences of the attack, otherwise it is estimated that both legs are already far away from him.

The Hercules who jumped on one leg, grinning and enduring the pain, did not wail or scream in pain like ordinary demons, but stared at Yevre like a poisonous snake, eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Even if the enemy is already incapacitated and obviously at a disadvantage, Yevre still does not dare to be careless, who knows what killer weapon the other party has.

Anyway, Ziophra and they are not at a disadvantage, take your time, grind to death.

From time to time to avoid the raging mace, Yevre still obscenely kept sneaking up from behind.

When Yevre used the one-third soul needle to sneak attack again, his spirit became more and more sluggish, and the Hercules who was moving more and more slowly was finally shattered by Yevre's legs and left arm.

Jevre was about to attack the very strong point of his protection, when suddenly his eyelids jumped, and an ominous premonition struck.

Without hesitation, it unfolded at a speed of up to two kilometers per second, and galloped towards a relatively open place.

Less than three thousand feet after escaping from the spot, a gray smoke drifted from the spot, and then quickly spread around a radius of three hundred feet.

From afar, Jevre could smell the faint fishy smell, and it was so poisonous that you were going to die together.

Yevre swung the Sky Shaking Hammer heavily, directly beating one of the four-armed demons of the Xuanjie Lower Realm who was approaching him into meat sauce, and Yevre looked around to observe the battle situation.

With the blessing of the earth-level treasures, the more than 490 of their own demons, whose strength had greatly increased, had already killed nearly 300 demons above the upper realm of the Xuan Rank, and they had also suffered nearly seventy casualties.

As for the rest of the Xuan-rank demons, they fought well, but due to their slightly weaker strength, the number of their own demons was also a lot less, and most of them were at a disadvantage.

As for the city wall ten miles away, the condition of his own side can be described as miserable.

The enemy army, who is not afraid of death and has lost most of their sanity, does not know how to retreat at all, even if their limbs are cut off, they are still fighting hard.

The sharp teeth are biting, the hard head is exerting iron head skills, and the advanced cannon fodder on their own side are getting more and more wasteful, and they are completely at a disadvantage.

There were even some high-level demons whose eyes flickered, and they were frightened, and they fled directly and secretly from the battlefield.

Are you really naïve guys, thinking you can survive by escaping the battlefield?

No matter which side wins the final victory, it will not accept cowardly deserters again, and if it is not done well, it will be directly sacrificed.

Countless corpses were piled up near the fierce fighting wall, and the fierceness of the war was obvious.

Turning his head, Yevre looked at Ziophra and Lias again, who were attacking together, and couldn't help but send a blessing to the enemy.

Even if you are the same warlock, with strong mental power and proficient in spell attacks, against these two guys, you can be regarded as a blood mold.

No, the sharp wind blade as solid as steel was directly stopped by Lias's stone wall technique before it could take effect, breaking through half of the stone wall, and then dissipating powerlessly in the air.

Before he could continue to fight back, Zioprah's illusion attack struck unscrupulously.

It was hard to resist, and he was surrounded by Lias's gravity technique.

The body that is not strong enough sinks directly, and even the spells become slower and slower.

Coming back to his senses, no longer paying attention to the demon warlock who was destined to be killed and wounded, Yevre stared at the half-step earth-level Hercules who retreated from the poisonous mist.

This guy is still prepared!

There is no poisoning, it seems that it is not the route of the same end, and there is quite a lot of careful thinking.

After a few turns, Yevre picked up some of the heavy weapons that had fallen to the ground and smashed them at Hercules with all his might.

Even if it can't hurt him in the slightest, you have to test it.

Sure enough, this guy actually had the strength to fight back, dragging the remaining right arm, with more than two million pounds of force, to fly the endless stream of long-range weapons one by one.

I wasn't hurt, but some unlucky guys suffered unjustifiable disasters.

Obviously an evenly matched opponent, in order to dodge this sudden, unexpected attack with violent wind pressure, often as soon as he wanders, the opponent seizes the opportunity and attacks fiercely.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to get back one or two, and if you're unlucky, you'll be completely killed.

Yevre smashed for three minutes without stopping, throwing hundreds of discarded weapons, before he could see his opponent's appearance clearly through the dissipating poisonous mist.

The half-step earth-level Hercule, which was still majestic and fierce before, roared in a low voice with a hideous face, and the remaining right arm held a giant mace high, glaring at Yevre not to be outdone.

"Damn coward, if you have the ability, you will be tough and tough! Don't you feel ashamed of using such despicable means? If you have the ability, you will give Lao Tzu a good time!"

"Hehe, no hurry!

Yevre touched the bridge of his nose with his left hand embarrassedly, and at the same time killed two Xuanjie Middle Realm demons who dared to sneak attack.

Looking at the leisurely stroll, Yevre has truly found his own combat mode.

With his left hand, he picked up the horizontal knife, as fast as the wind, and smashed it into the head of the Hercules Demon like lightning, but unfortunately it was still blocked in time and did not cause any damage.

Once again, he went all out to perform "Sixteen Lines with the Wind", dancing with the wind as if he had lost his weight, lightly dodging the enemy's counterattack that lacked perspective, and used "Soul Thorn Technique" again in distress.

I don't know if I overestimated the role of "Soul Thorn Technique", or if this half-step earth-level powerful demon is extremely talented, and it has never achieved the effect I expected.

Fortunately, while the enemy was distracted by the soul needle back and forth, Yevre slammed down ten times in a row, blocking the slightly sluggish giant mace, and bombarding the enemy's head continuously.

Even the sturdy alchemy helmet didn't block the nine consecutive rounds of the Sky Shaking Hammer.

After all, the face that was not covered by face armor was the main target of Yevre's attack.

In an instant, the half-step earth-level Hercules with a sunken face, a shattered nose bridge, and a completely shattered facial bone splashed white substance.

The enemy didn't have time to wail, and he fell completely into the darkness, his weak right arm quickly lowered, but he still clutched the giant mace, and refused to let go.

Yevre cautiously continued to swing the 150,000-pound Sky Shaker Hammer, constantly striking the enemy's relatively intact upper body, until it was a puddle of unrecognizable flesh, and then he gasped and stopped attacking.

This feeling of not being able to stop is really a bit refreshing.