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Looking at the figure that had not been seen for a long time, Tianjue and Changxuan's eyes immediately narrowed.

This fool who is carried away by hatred!

"Now there are only tens of thousands of troops left in this expeditionary force, which is just a piece of cake for the 300,000 necromantic legions!" Looking at the Soul Eater, the Demon Ancestor said with a smile.

"It's nature." Soul Eater said, and between raising his hand, a black light flew out.

Around the entire battlefield, a deep and strange flute sound was instantly recalled.

This kind of flute sound is very familiar to Feng Ge and the others, when they attacked Grand City half a month ago, the Necromantic Legion appeared with this flute, but this time, it was even deeper than before, weird, and innumerable, as if it filled the entire Starry Night Imperial Capital.

In the sky, the black clouds rolled wildly, and in the midst of the thunder, the downpour fell instantly, and the muddy water mixed with blood flowed on the ground.

The turbid raindrops slid down the wound, bringing a full tingling sensation, and the hair of Feng Ge and the others had already been wet by the rain and stuck to their faces.

The earth began to shake violently, and terrifying and strange ghost cries rose from all directions, and everyone couldn't help but hold on to the weapons in their hands, full of fear.

Finally, terrifying skeleton claws stretched out from the ground, and little by little, skeleton-like necromancers crawled out of the ground and came from all sides of the battlefield.

Constantly approaching, encircling the expeditionary force in it.

More and more necromancy, constantly appearing, densely packed, filled the entire battlefield, and terrifying screams rang out all around.

Looking at the skeletons that were constantly approaching, all the expeditionary forces couldn't help but retreat step by step, their scalps tingling.

Compared with the necromancers that filled the entire battlefield, the remaining expeditionary forces were simply pitiful, and many of them had just experienced the battle, and they were seriously injured and exhausted, and they no longer had the strength to fight.

"Boss, Chaos Bell, where's Chaos Clock?" Pulling Feng Ge's sleeve, Long Aotian couldn't help but say.

"That guy said that he wanted to prepare for the awakening of the Chaos Clock, and he was no longer with me ten days ago, but he said that he would definitely wake up tonight, and now, there are still three hours to go." Looking at the necromantic legion in front of him, Feng Ge said.

"Three hours? Little Ge'er, aren't you really kidding me? That's 300,000 necromantic legions, and they're immortal, and I don't think we'll be wiped out in half an hour. Looking at the dense necromancers in front of him, Mo Shaoyan couldn't help but say.

"If we can't hold it, we have to hold it, this is our only chance!" Feng Ge said, because of the long battle and excessive consumption of spiritual power, his face was already pale, and the hand holding the long knife did not relax at all.

Feng Yi and the others' eyes were slightly bright, is it the only chance? It's not easy to get to this point, absolutely, can't give up!

Finally, at the moment when the flute suddenly changed, all the necromancers immediately frantically killed in the direction of Feng Ge and the others!

His eyes narrowed slightly, Feng Ge immediately raised his hand, and the moment the terrifying silver spiritual power poured out, hundreds of clones wearing silver armor immediately appeared on the periphery of the expeditionary force, blocking the necromancers who rushed up.

At the same time, Feng Ge's footsteps were also a little unsteady, and on his extremely white face, bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

This is the third time she has used the clone mystery tonight, and each time it is a large-scale use, and her spiritual power has long been exhausted.

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