The frenzied offensive of the dark race has brought extremely heavy pressure, and the battle loss rate has skyrocketed. Many people are turned into corpses the moment they break out of bunkers.

Waves of Eternal Night Warriors slammed into the White City's defenses, gradually compressing them to the vicinity of the city's center.

In less than half a day, half of the White City defense area was lost, and the offensive of the dark race still showed no signs of stopping.

Doyle stood at the bow of the flagship, his sharp gaze piercing through the smoke and fog and landing on the battlefield. Suddenly, the aura of the Dark Warrior in an entire area disappeared!

Doyle's cheek twitched, the first time he had been moved since the war began. His gaze immediately fell on the area, and he saw hundreds of werewolves and elite Blood Clan warriors freeze in place as if they had been succumbed to an evil spell, and then fell one by one.

With Doyle's eyesight, he could see that these warriors had lost their vitality in an instant, so they froze and fell down after a while.

What kind of ability can kill so many elites in an instant?

Among the soldiers who were gradually falling, a figure appeared. In the middle of the corpse of the Warrior of the Night, he stood like that. As if sensing Doyle's concerned gaze, he suddenly raised his head and met Doyle's gaze.

In an instant, there was only a pair of bottomless eyes left in Doyle's field of vision!

How strong Doyle is, the mind is certain, and the disappearance will disappear. But when he looked back at the battlefield, the man was gone. Doyle exhaled lightly and said, "That's a thousand nights, right?"

There was no shortage of strong werewolves around him, and some people also saw the scene just now and replied, "It's him." ”

Doyle heyed, I couldn't tell whether it was joy or worry. He turned back and asked, "If we meet on the battlefield, how sure are you that you will beat him?"

A group of werewolf powerhouses looked at each other, not knowing how to answer, and at that moment a violent personality shouted: "If you are not sure, will you not fight?

Doyle glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "What are you going to do? Wait, there will be a chance for you to fight hard. ”

The werewolf swollen/blushed, but he didn't dare to make a mistake, and he endured it very uncomfortably for a while.

He was already the Earl of Garder, and he was considered to be a real upper echelon among werewolves. However, although Qianye's cultivation on the surface is not high, the actual record is too perverted. Even he himself actually knew in his heart that once he was targeted by Qianye's full strength, he was afraid that defeat and death would be an instantaneous thing.

At this moment, whether it was a werewolf or a blood clan, the really powerful powerhouses all changed color and looked at Baicheng one after another, and even Doyle turned back and focused on the battlefield.

They all sensed that the aura of the knightly powerhouses in the White City was disappearing at an alarming speed. This shows that there are real Terran powerhouses who have stepped in and begun to harvest the backbone of the dark race.

Teague's face was ugly, and he snorted heavily, "Arrogance!"

This battle is dominated by werewolves and blood clans, and many of the strong ones are the clansmen of Teague and Doyle. The heavy casualties of the strong in the clan will have a negative impact on the status of the entire tribe and family in the eyes of the eternal night, which is why Teague is so angry.

Doyle's face changed several times, and in the end he couldn't help but not have a seizure, but shouted: "Throw all the reserves in!"

Teague couldn't help but say, "Isn't this a record for them?"

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