The loud system broadcast, three times in a row, resounded in every corner of the game. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the midst of a declining demon war, this sudden sound lingered over the entire game like a fairy sound, and it lasted for a long time. This is not just a system broadcast, but a show to everyone in the human world that the rolling army of the demon world is not invincible!

After a short period of stunned, those soldiers who had already destroyed the city once again ignited a raging fire of revenge.

Even on many battlefields, the already precarious battle situation has been reversed in a short period of time.

On the contrary, the originally invincible Demon Realm army could hardly believe its ears, and it had been less than a day since the battle between the two realms began, and the invincible and invincible Saint Realm army in their eyes had been destroyed so quickly.

In their eyes, this is simply an unacceptable fact.

But facts are facts after all, and they cannot be reversed.

The Demon Fortress was successfully destroyed, and the 10,000 people in the Hidden Dragons group all received rich rewards, even if the players who had unfortunately hung up before, they still had the same rich rewards.

As the head of the regiment, Cheng Yiming, although he did not directly participate in the battle of destroying the fortress, still obtained a lot of points while the prompt sounded.

Of course, as the 7,000 people who destroyed the Demon Domain Fortress head-on, they were naturally rewarded a lot.

Wang Tingting, Ziqi Donglai and the others, who had successfully destroyed the Demon Domain Fortress, did not linger for a moment at this time, and kept hurrying towards the direction of the Killing Valley according to the originally agreed plan.

Although it is impossible to get in touch with Cheng Yiming and the others now, it is not difficult to imagine the situation they are facing.

The first battle was won, and everyone was naturally happy.

Snow is falling all over the sky, and the wind is howling.

In the huge valley, when the loud system broadcast sounded, it fell into silence for a while, and after a long time, from the rolling crowd, finally slowly burst out into a burst of happy shouts.

As for the previous decline, it was swept away, and a group of soldiers began to launch a final impact on the remaining monsters more violently.

In the snow, rolling demonic flames hung in the air, exuding bursts of breathtaking aura.

The news of the destruction of the Demon Domain Fortress resounded in the sky above the valley, and the black demon clouds rolling around the Ancestral Witch Heavenly Guard actually solidified and weakened in an instant, but after a while, the rolling demon clouds were once again flourishing, and the momentum was even greater than before.

At the same time, the roar of the Ancestral Witch Guardian was furious, and the sound came from the demon cloud:

"Damn human ants, today you don't want one to get out of the Valley of Murder alive!"

The angry voice of the ancestral witch heavenly guard, with bursts of terrifying coercion, suddenly exploded, and the momentum was not terrifying.

Cheng Yiming clenched the Xuanyuan sword with a solemn expression.

He knew in his heart that at this time, the entire Saint Rank powerhouse in front of him had entered a state of complete rage, and although it had become more dangerous, it was also the best time to severely damage or kill him.

When a person is in an unusually angry rage, his mind tends to be at its minimum.

But after all, the strength of the ancestral witch castle tower is there, and what they will face next will be an even more dangerous and bitter battle.

With a sigh of relief, Cheng Yiming was ready to go.

On the other hand, Leng Lango, who was not far away, did not have the previous anxious and dignified look on his face at this time, but was replaced by an indescribable peace, and in his peaceful eyes, there were bursts of cold and murderous intent.

Under the Taotao Demon Flame, whose strength was far superior to his own, Leng Lango seemed to have become confident.

His whole body seemed to grow taller in an instant.

It's just that in Cheng Yiming's eyes, this god-of-war majestic body gave him an indescribable sense of desolation.

This kind of indescribable strange feeling, Cheng Yiming always felt as if he had experienced it somewhere, but his mind was a little confused at this time, but he couldn't figure out where he had seen it.

A sad voice like a wolf howling under the moon slowly came out from the demon clouds.

With the sound of the undulating mournful voice, the rolling ink cloud became violent for a while, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it quickly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, the rolling demon cloud was more than twice as large as before.

The black ink cloud tentacles, like the minions of evil spirits, stretched out uncertainly.

Leng Lango also stood in the air, coldly looking at the tumbling demon clouds in front of him, motionless.

It's just that in his empty left hand, I don't know when there is an extra ancient stone talisman like before.

It's just that compared to the four stone runes that he handed over to his lieutenant generals before, this one is obviously much smaller, and even barely half the size of the previous one, but no matter the color of this stone rune, or the trace of pure aura oozing from it, it is far from being comparable to the previous stone runes.

The moment the stone talisman appeared in Leng Lange's hand, his whole person seemed to change.

But nothing seems to have changed.

The demonic sound like a ghost crying wolf suddenly fell silent in an instant.

The huge rolling magic cloud has become deeper and deeper, and it is more and more breathtaking.

Suddenly, the rapidly churning Rolling Demon Cloud, as if it had been pulled by something, instantly began to shrink rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the Rolling Demon Cloud was like a long whale sucking water, and all of them were sucked into the stomach by the Ancestral Witch Heavenly Guard.

Roar, ahh~

An earth-shattering huge mouth burst out from the mouth of the ancestral witch castle guard.

I saw that its originally tall body began to twist, as if there was a desolate ancient beast hidden in the black and gray skin, and at this time, after sucking the demon cloud, it began to awaken.

In the blink of an eye, the ancestral witch castle tower once again reverted to its original half-human, half-beast form.

This half-human body, from the waist down, was the body of eight giant claws full of barbs, the size of a small truck, and a jet-black spider body; The upper body looks no different from ordinary people, only more majestic and tall, the naked upper body is as dark as splashing ink, exuding bursts of weird and stunning black light, and the muscles of the Dao are bulging vigorously, full of explosive power.

On the top of the bare head, a huge scar was terrifying and hideous, which was pulled down diagonally, extending from between the eyebrows to the left side of the face, and a pair of eyes that shone like ghostly fire, full of violent intent, swept towards everyone in the field.

His left arm was broken at the shoulder, and white bones were faintly visible.

In his right hand, which was as strong as an ape's arm, he held a jet-black iron spear that was two feet long, and it was awe-inspiring.

Many people couldn't help but gasp when they saw such a monster.

After all, Cheng Yiming was in the Demon Domain Fortress, and he had seen the half-beast form of the Ancestral Witch Heavenly Guard once, although he was also surprised at this time, he could barely end it, and he quickly calmed down, and his mind was quickly thinking about countermeasures.

At this time, Leng Lango's somewhat hurried whisper came from his ears:

"You can hold it off for a while, there's no problem, right?"