Yun Xiaotian, Ai Bingtai, Ye Bingyue and Bo Wenshi, the four of them were close together, resisting the strange trees and branches that were as dense as the rain curtain, and they were already in danger at this time, like duckweed in the wind, which could overturn at any time.

There was a bang.

The old roots of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree's blades were hard to guard against, and the sudden dark red branches beside Berwyn's side were successfully attacked, and Berwyn's back was torn off a piece of blood-stained red flesh by the leaves of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree.

"Ah......h

Berwyns screamed in pain, the sharp stinging pain in his body that made his brain hurt faintly, and the ensuing rain of attacks prevented him from even having a chance to look at his wounds.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Ye Bingyue and the three of them asked in unison.

As if venting, Berwenshi's face was hideous, and while fending off the attack of the sword of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree beside him, he shouted loudly, "You let me cut it twice, and see if you are okay!" ”

At this moment, the already rugged ground suddenly shook violently, as if the entire mountain peak was about to collapse.

The entire army formation had already been divided into several pieces, but at this time, it was even more scattered, and everyone could only fight on their own.

Some people were even more unfortunate and fell directly into the crack gap in the ground, and their heads were cut off by the ensuing bloody mandala tree branches, leaving a face full of unwillingness.

Yun Xiaotian looked at the ground around him, which was already full of corpses at this time, struggling to resist the bloody mandala tree knife branches that pounced on him like a storm, and a sense of indifference filled his tired body.

He was like a weak insect at this time, wielding his shoddy iron sword, and even wanted to slaughter the gods.

Yun Xiaotian was not paying attention, his legs were bound by the roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree that came out of the ground, and he was about to be dragged into the cracks in the ground covered with mud and blood.

Fortunately, Ai Bingtai arrived in time, and when the roots of the trees had not yet exerted their strength, he quickly cut them off, and said to Yun Xiaotian in a rare way: "Big brother, please have a snack, and don't look at what time it is in a daze!" ”

Ai Bingtai rarely took the initiative to speak, usually whatever she wanted to do, she just did it directly, so she didn't bother to say anything to Yun Xiaotian.

Throughout the chaotic battlefield, the ground shook more and more violently, and in the cracks that had cracked, countless snake-like bloody mandala tree roots drilled out, making it impossible for all of them to escape.

The Bloodmare Mandala Tree has hard roots, and most people have to cut them several times in a row to cut them off.

Looking at the roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree that kept pouring out from the cracks in the ground, Yun Xiaotian couldn't help but be speechless, there are too many roots of this Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, right?

Long Fei'er also suffered a lot of injuries at this time, and the rain falling from the sky ruffled her long hair, flowing down her light clothes into the wound on her back that had just been torn open.

The wound tingled faintly, but it made her more conscious.

At this time, the situation was completely beyond her control, she did not expect the accident of the military array, these outsiders have their own purposes, how can they honestly help the natives here, to kill such a terrifying monster.

What made her feel even more powerless was the endless slashing of the old roots of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree.

Normally, even if the size of this Bloodmare Mandala Tree was twice as large, it would not be possible to have so many old roots left after several rounds of strangulation by them.

Could it be that the Bloodmare Mandala Tree is in the stage of metamorphosis and is in the stage of metamorphosis, so it is able to continuously grow so many roots?

Long Fei'er quickly denied this possibility, because its energy reserves were simply not enough to support it to grow so many roots in a short period of time, even if it was half, it would drag down its torso, not to mention its current appearance, and it was clear that it was still trying to continue to advance.

In short, there are too many unreasonable places, and Long Fei'er really can't figure it out.

The ground was full of corpses, and Bai Xiaochun was also lying in it.

He didn't play dead so he could escape the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, but he was dead.

At the very beginning of the collapse of the army, he was unfortunately hung up.

Bai Xiaochun's face was serene, and he still had a faint smile, and the cold rain instantly took away the residual warmth on his body, making his already white and tender face even paler at this time.

Feng Qiuzi was lying not far from Bai Xiaochun's corpse, her face distorted, and she obviously suffered great pain before she died.

The roots of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree poured out from the cracks in the ground, binding them all up one by one, and extracting the last blood they had left.

The roots of the trees that poured out of the cracks in the ground, and the dark red branches with blades hanging from the sky kept waving, locking them firmly into this web of death like a net between heaven and earth.

On the trunk of the tree, Lao Jia and the Mo City Lord were covered in injuries and bleeding, looking at the tragic endgame below, their hearts were extremely desperate.

Now they have begun to regret whether it is a wise move to attack the White Jade Castle in the Holy Mountain and bring out this monster.

They are not afraid of death, but they do not want to fail.

After their deaths, who can resist the comeback of the Divine Wing Clan, as well as this bloody and terrifying monster, and the entire human race under the mountain?

So they can't die yet.

There were originally dozens of masters of the human race, but only four people were left to support them at this time, and they had attacked the center of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree several times before, wanting to deal with this King of the Divine Wing Clan who seemed to be able to control the branches of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree first.

But they all returned with a feather, and even if the lost soldiers approached him, they would not be able to do enough damage to him.

"Withdraw first!"

Lao Jia shouted, and the last remaining four people fled towards the ground through the blocking of the branches and blades of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree.

There weren't many blades that could attack the ground, and the nascent roots weren't strong enough for them, and although they also provoked the full force of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, they managed to escape to the ground.

"Come to us!"

City Lord Mo looked at the dozens of people left at this time, his heart was inexplicably sad and indignant, and he shouted loudly at them, wanting to gather this last strength.

Before, they fought fiercely with the Divine Wing Clan, but they didn't expect that the originally seemingly holy Divine Tree suddenly stretched out its bloody mouth, and the crazy roots broke out of the ground, whether it was the Human Race or the Divine Wing Clan, it suddenly attacked and killed all the lives it could touch indiscriminately.

The Divine Wing Clan relied on the advantage of flying into the sky, although it was also heavily damaged, without any nostalgia, as if it knew the horror of this monster, and immediately retreated from here, not knowing where to flee.

Maybe they're still watching from afar.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the Mo City Lord felt infinite self-blame in his heart.

He was the commander of the Quds Sergeants, and he should not have left his warriors, though he had stepped up to the occasion in the most dangerous moment to confront the sudden appearance of the tree-like monster.

The place where he should appear most should be the position of which little girl is.

However, he didn't.

The battle situation is changing rapidly, and the difference between one thought is a thousand differences and irreversible.

The people who can survive now are the real elites, and they are also their last hope.

The slaughter of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree was too fast, and it was only a moment before the battle array shattered until now.

As soon as the four Mo City Lords realized that there was a rout here, they were already powerless to stop them, and could only watch them on the trunk of the tree, falling one by one.

The rest of the people approached the Mo City Lord and the others little by little, although there were four masters of the Mo City Lord who continued to help, it was inevitable that seven or eight people would die.

The Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree seems to be gradually becoming weaker and weaker, perhaps because of the previous frenzied growth of the roots and branches of the tree, which consumed too much energy, and the blood that had just been obtained has not been fully digested.

The only fighters left in the field can feel the slightest difference.

At that moment, a red light lit up from beneath the ground where the Bloodmare Mandala Tree was located.

After the earth shook and the mountains shook, a huge cut opened in the red light, spreading towards the Bloodmare Mandala Tree.

Those old knives and branches that were originally entangled with the ground, put them down, like poisonous snakes flying on the grass, and quickly retreated towards the trunk of the main body.

At this time, Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai, who were already exhausted, fled to Lao Jia's side, and asked themselves in a weak whisper, "What's the matter?" ”

No one answered, because the reason was not known.