Roar——!!

The old ape, who was entangled and imprisoned by the dryad, let out a roar, desperately trying to break free.

Han Ming glanced at Dongze Sanxiu, who had almost occupied the top of the wall again, and his eyes stared at the Battle Commander Rank powerhouses and six-star demons who were fighting frantically.

He didn't find Bai Xue's figure, and he had already noticed that the corpses of the big demons and demon kings who fell on the battlefield had disappeared a lot, and he didn't need to think about it to know that Bai Xue had already made a move.

But now is not the time to care about the snow!

Han Ming's body flashed with green thunder, his eyes stared at the group of demon clan demons, the corners of his mouth lifted up, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Flame slaughter and slaughter!!"

Crash!

A layer of golden flames burned out above his body, and then Han Ming dragged the bloodthirsty halberd and rushed into the desperate struggle between the battle dominance powerhouse and a group of great demons without hesitation.

The last time he fought against the old ape who moved the mountain, Han Ming forcibly absorbed a large amount of the origin power of the killing word with his physical body, resulting in the fact that the current flesh and blood could no longer borrow the power of the killing word, so his limit was to use the talisman array to temporarily drag the old ape to move the mountain, and then he could only help other battle leader powerhouses deal with the six-star low-level and middle-level demons.

The high-level demons still have to rely on Feng Chang, the owner of Spirit Fire Island, and Cheng Zhu, the owner of Ice Medicine Island, as well as several other powerful Dongze battle commanders.

The fierce offensive of the big demons, because the old ape who moved the mountain was trapped by Han Ming, and Qingluan was killed by Han Ming in seconds and collapsed.

The two sides have been in a stalemate until now, and it seems that the secret skills are powerful and terrifying, but in fact, they don't want to fight each other anymore, after all, they just fight for their lives in just a few hours.

The big demons fell nearly fifty, and the Dongze War Commander was even more miserable, and there were already more than 100 strong people left, and more than 30 were fallen.

This is too much for the demon clan and Dong Ze!

And the battle between the Zhanzun powerhouse and the demon king in the sky is even more tragic, logically speaking, a powerful existence of the level of Zhanzun and the demon king is generally not too easy to fall.

In normal times, even if it is dark, it will not be said to fall, but it is because the demon kings desperately want to break through the high wall of Dongze, and the Dongze Zhanzun is also desperately trying to defend Dongze, and the two sides are red-eyed.

In just a few dozen hours, the demon king fell six heads one after another, if in normal times, a demon king fell, it is a big deal among the demon clan, after all, the fall of a demon king symbolizes the decline of a huge demon clan's strength.

And the Zhanzun powerhouse also fell five in succession, and every time a Zhanzun powerhouse fell, there would be visions such as broken Dao chains and burning golden lotus in the sky, although it could not reach the overwhelming scene of burning golden lotus when the battle saint fell, but it was also announcing to everyone that a Zhanzun powerhouse had fallen!

This is not a joke, the Zhanzun powerhouse can be regarded as the pillar of the second-rate forces in the atrium realm of the human race, and in this battle, he was able to fall five at once, which is a huge loss for the entire human race.

Whether it's the Demon Clan or Dongze, they can't afford to lose even more!

The fire-sucking roc screamed, and finally opened his mouth and roared: "Truce!!"

Countless demon clans and demon beasts stopped and continued to attack the high wall, and the Dongze scattered cultivators all stood on top of the high wall panting, waiting for the battle.

In the void near the high wall, the demon clan demon and the Dongze battle commanders all breathed a sigh of relief and stopped fighting.

Above the sky, the Zhan Zun powerhouses looked at the terrifying and terrifying Seven Star Demon Kings on the opposite side with cold and gloomy faces.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent, and everyone and the demon clan looked up, the battle venerable powerhouses and demon kings who decided whether the war would continue or not.

"This is definitely not the end!!" the Fire-Sucking Roc sneered, staring at the Iron Prison Venerable opposite with resentment, sneering again and again.

The Iron Hell Venerable stared at the Fire-Sucking Dapeng with his eyes, the corners of his mouth bent downward, his face did not flinch in the slightest, and his tone was still extremely cold, and said, "As long as I am in Dongze for a day, the demon clan will never want to set foot in Dongze!!"

"Okay, okay, hahahaha!!" The fire-sucking roc laughed fiercely, and then screamed and ordered: "Retreat!!"

The demon clan originally thought that Dongze, who did not have a war saint in charge, was captured, but they never expected that throwing millions of corpses at the border of Dongze did not break through the high wall of Dongze, and the price was too great!

At the cost of the fall of nearly ten demon kings, it has not yet seized Dongze, which is already a complete failure, and if you continue to fight, if the big demons continue to fall, I am afraid that the entire demon alliance army will begin to collapse!

Compared to Dongze Sanxiu, who has no worries, there are hundreds of thousands or even millions of clansmen behind every fallen demon here, and they can't afford the price of their fall.

Although he is unwilling, the smartest thing to do is not to break the net with Dongze Zhanzun, and to retreat first and gather more big demons to attack Dongze together.

Wow!

After receiving the order to retreat, the countless demon beasts no longer attacked the high wall, and slowly retreated into the forest like a tide, before turning around and hiding towards the depths of the demon forest.

Rumble!

After the Dao rhyme of the rune array was exhausted, the dryad's confinement ability was greatly weakened, and the old ape who moved the mountain finally broke free, he stared at Han Ming with a hideous and murderous intent, clenched his fists with both hands and beat his chest frantically, and roared unwillingly: "I must kill you, I must kill you!!"

Han Ming was covered in golden flames, surrounded by green thunder, standing among the many Dongze battle commanders, his eyes coldly staring at the huge mountain-moving old ape in the distance, his face fearless.

Even though the old ape gritted his teeth with hatred, but now that the demon king has ordered a retreat, if he makes a rash move, I am afraid that not only will he be attacked by Dongze Sanxiu's group, but even the demon kings will be dissatisfied with him!

Many demon demons were like old apes moving mountains, their eyes were unwilling, and their faces were hideous, but in the end, they still roared angrily and turned to retreat.

With slightly blood-red eyes, the old ape finally stared at Han Ming, his fist clenched crisply, and finally turned around and retreated.

A high-wall offensive and defensive battle, which had been prepared for several years, and after six days of bloody battles, it finally ended.

The entire 10,000-meter-high wall, both inside and out, seemed to be watered with blood.

The corpses of countless Dongze Sanxiu and the demon clan were piled up under the high walls, as terrifying as the hellish Shura field.

"Win?!"

"Let's hold it?!"

It wasn't until the tide of demon beasts had completely withdrawn that the bloodied Dongze cultivators on the high wall glanced at each other in disbelief, their faces showing ecstasy.

"Yes! We won, brother!"

"We held on!!"

"Win!!"

There were only 110,000 people left, and the Dongze cultivators all raised their weapons excitedly and shouted in revelry.

Some even cried with joy, excitedly hugging their compatriots who were fighting together in blood, and kept repeating: "We won, we defended!"

Of the 500,000 Dongze Sanxiu cultivators in six days, there were 100,000 left, and nearly 400,000 people died.

400,000 people died in just six days, what concept?!

Nearly 5,000 Dongze Sanxiu died every hour, and this offensive and defensive battle was simply a victory filled with human lives.