In every battle in human history, the presence of soldiers is extremely small, they cannot dictate the course of the war, they cannot leave their name in the final victory, and even a battle, the strength they can provide is limited.

But when they gathered together and became an army, no one dared to underestimate their role.

Just like me now, facing the impact of soul power like the sea, the feeling is like drowning in the deep sea, the pressure is about to crush every bone, and even the ears are buzzing.

I scattered the two teams that were preparing the third and fourth formations, but in the end I didn't stop the fifth formation, because the general who was like a moving stone monument jumped into the formation and personally led the formation.

And this fifth spell, once activated, showed amazing power, it gathered the soul power of all the people in this formation army, and strengthened its power through the situation of the formation, forming a heavy hammer, smashing towards me.

The first time, I chose to fight hard, using my own soul power to collide with it, and when the huge energy collided, it eliminated each other, and I rushed towards the formation team, knowing that if I didn't break their union faster, I would face such an impact again and again.

But the other side didn't give me a respite, and soon the second attack came, then the third, then the fourth

I was struggling to cope, and for the first time since I became stronger, I felt like my soul power was running out.

The whirlpool in the soul began to appear, and if I was willing to do so, I would be able to absorb a large amount of the power in heaven and earth in the next moment and replenish it as my soul power.

But I don't know why, I don't want to do this too soon, I seem to have begun to understand my soul more and more, and understand that this kind of vortex has appeared once, and after it is closed, it will take a certain amount of time to recover from the next appearance, and if it is forcibly opened, it will hurt the soul.

Then in silence, I felt the heat in my chest, and a flame that was at least twice as strong as it had ever appeared in the depths of my soul.

Spirit Devouring Flame, a special symbol that belongs to me.

In fact, since the Nie Yan era, I have used it only a handful of times, and I always feel that there is no extra time to warm it, it is not strong enough, and its cruel spirit devouring attribute makes me dare not use it easily, which is a little hurtful to the heavens and the peace.

But now in the face of this impact of soul power, I have to use the Spirit Devouring Flame.

I looked up, and the silent and tall general was looking at me, and I raised my left hand, and a strange flame suddenly appeared, jumping into my palm.

At this time, the concentrated soul power of the opposing army converged again, and a 'huge mountain'-like energy mass was formed in the air, squeezing towards me fiercely, and I understood that the next time I was shrouded in it, it would not only be the feeling of being trapped in the deep sea, but completely crushed to the bottom of the sea, and then completely devoured.

I mobilized the remnants of my soul power, and the Spirit Devouring Flame suddenly grew stronger, turning into the form of a sharp sword, and roared towards the concentrated soul power of the army.

At this moment, the general let out a 'huh', and suddenly let out a dull roar, shouting: "I know who you are!" "You're a wolf!" "You are Ye Zhengling!"

I froze a little, this was the first time someone in the dungeon called out my true identity, and sure enough, I found out, I used to use the Spirit Devouring Flame in the fighting arena

But soon, this worry also disappeared into invisibility, and now that the identity has been revealed, the matter between me and Tong Dibing in two ways cannot be small, since the matter has become big, what is the point of concealing the identity?

At the moment when the general shouted, the Spirit Devouring Flame had already collided with the Fifth Spell, and in the face of soul power, the Spirit Devouring Flame was the nemesis.

I have long been familiar with the characteristics of the Spirit Devouring Flame, as long as my soul essence can support the devouring of the Spirit Devouring Flame, then the Spirit Devouring Flame can continue to be devoured. I don't know when this realization came to my mind, just like in Nie Yan's era, I didn't quite understand the characteristics of the Spirit Devouring Flame until the final battle, I only knew that when the soul power encountered was too strong, the Spirit Devouring Flame would be 'extinguished'.

Now, I have completely understood that the essence of my soul is the true flame of the Spirit Devouring Flame, we are integrated, as long as my soul does not dissipate, the Spirit Devouring Flame will always exist, as long as my soul essence can withstand the pressure brought by the huge soul power, then the Spirit Devouring Flame can always be devoured!

And the strength of the soul essence is too unclear, just like I fused a great will to become stronger, and vaguely, the more my soul vortex opens, the stronger my soul essence can become.

These soul powers are still within the scope of my soul essence, so when they meet the Spirit Devouring Flame, it is like the dry firewood meets the raging fire, no matter how much firewood there is, it will only be consumed by the flames, how can they still be my enemies?

When the Spirit Devouring Flame plunged straight into the center of the Fifth Spell, it was like a ball of eerie fireworks bursting immediately, reflecting the sky over the entire 10th Street, and also reflecting the 11th Street that pressed on top of the 10th Street, but it was still shrouded in the shadow of the mysterious Twelfth Order.

The flames burned violently in the air, and my sword dragged to the ground, emitting a brutal clash of gold and iron.

"Wait." The general standing in front of me suddenly looked at me and shouted like this.

When the Spirit Devouring Flame appeared, the battle situation was basically decided, which was obvious to anyone, I don't understand if a general on the battlefield still has a heart of fear? If that's the case, compared to the general I met at the bridge before, this general is inevitably too unqualified to be the general of the town guard here, right?

But I stopped, I wondered, what exactly did the general want to say?

He did not rush to speak, but untied his cloak, revealing his lean upper body wearing only a cuirass, and took off his helmet again and threw it aside.

I can see clearly, this is a very strong lion demon, but his beard and hair are all white, white lion! It turned out to be a rare white lion, which is a mascot in folklore in some places, and also has its presence in Western mythology, known as the son of the sun god.

But I understand that the real white lion is a mutation of a normal lion, and it may also be an atavistic phenomenon, because our planet has experienced a brutal ice age, and there may have been white lions in that era.

I can't verify this, but I met a white lion in Nie Yan's time, and I only know that this lion has a very short lifespan, but it has more strength than ordinary lions, and the difference is almost doubled.

White lions are already rare, let alone white lions that have become demons? I didn't expect this general to have the blood of the White Lion Demon.

I narrowed my eyes, not knowing what he was going to do, but I didn't act rashly.

"Sons stand down, and I will fight him fairly." Unexpectedly, the general didn't answer me directly, but roared at the soldiers behind him.

Military orders are like a mountain, how can there be any reason not to obey? But this time, after the general shouted, none of the soldiers retreated, but an adjutant general knelt down next to him and said, "Please allow me to live and die with you!" ”

"Please allow me to live and die with you!"

After the adjutant general shouted, the rest of the soldiers also knelt down and shouted out such a sentence in unison.

Judging by the outcome of this battlefield, who doesn't know my strength? Behind me, the river of blood, the piles of corpses have said it all, if they have to fight at this point, there is no other end than sacrifice, they want to fight with this general, that means that they have made up their minds to die.

However, in the face of the pleas of his subordinates, the general shouted: "Presumptuous, retreat immediately, and join the general army in Qinglong City." Just say, just say" Speaking of this, the general paused for a moment, and said with a slight choked voice: "Let's just say that my Blue Dragon Army was defeated on the 10th Street." More than half of the 2,000 soldiers were killed or wounded. ”

"General!" The lieutenant general still wanted to fight for it, but the general roared angrily: "Do you want to wait for the military order?" ”

When this sentence was shouted, none of those subordinates dared to say anything, and they all stood up silently and retreated silently, but the expressions on their faces were all sad and painful.

Only then did the general turn to me and say, "I have led the Qinglong Army for ten years, and every soldier is my brother. Now, the Qinglong Army should have this catastrophe, and there is no right or wrong on the battlefield, I will never hate you, but I ask you to fight a fair battle, and I only ask you to let go of the remaining soldiers of my Qinglong Army. ”

I couldn't tell what I was feeling in my heart, and I looked at him and said seriously, "I can let you go, as long as you get out of the way and let me go to 11th Street." ”

"This can't be done! How long have the people of my dungeon suffered in this underground for thousands of years? It is a lifelong dream of us to be able to go to the surface world and enjoy the blue sky and white clouds that many people in the dungeon have never seen. The twelfth order is where our hope lies, and we will counterattack one day, this is my position. I would rather die in battle than back down. The general stepped forward, and Xiong's strong body shook the ground.

I already understood something in my heart, just like this, I didn't want to kill, but I had to kill, and my position was always sharp, so sharp that there was no room to sit down and talk again, and the only way to get the final result was a war.

I don't kill today, he will stand behind me tomorrow, and the people I want to protect will fall in a pool of blood.

Killing is hell, living in bloody pain, living in the torture of the soul, but I have to raise my sword, because this is my fate, and it is a choice I have made willingly.

I am neither cold-blooded nor cruel, and I also respect the general in front of me, and have mercy on the life that died under my sword, but I cannot redeem myself.

"Okay, then we'll fight fairly." I finally raised my sword.

The general took two heavy axes from his back, and with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, the lion roared and rushed towards me.