When Minger arrived at the central camp, he saw such a chaotic scene in front of him, and at least 200,000 people had already been swept into it.

If he doesn't do something, sooner or later this chaos will be like a bombing camp at night, enveloping everyone inside and forming an irreversible trend.

But now, he has come, and there is still a chance to save it.

Not to mention the small abilities, Mingge's most powerful awakening abilities are level 5 animal control and level 5 psychic blasting.

Even so, he also needs the help of Horcruxes to control an ancient beast like the bear beast, and the latter is the foundation of his life, so that he will not fall behind when facing several other Daxun.

The four 10,000 teams directly under the Southern Immortal Hall stood silently behind him, looking at the withered and thin figure in front of him with reverent gazes.

The chaotic crowd had already arrived in front of them, but none of them did anything in a panic, just watched indifferently.

It wasn't until the crowd finally came to his eyes, less than 200 meters away from the thin figure, that Mingge finally moved.

I saw him chanting an obscure incantation in his mouth, the only seven remaining Horcruxes in his hand emitted a brilliant green light, and a majestic aura spread from his body in all directions, as if a god had descended, and at this moment, the thin figure looked extremely tall.

The steppe warrior who rushed to the front was stunned for a moment, subconsciously stopped, and his originally somewhat chaotic brain also regained a trace of reason, he recognized who was in front of him, and what kind of rebellious crime it would be to collide with him.

But this is only the beginning, the majesty accumulated on weekdays may be able to stop hundreds of people, but it is powerless against the surging crowd of more than 100,000 or 200,000.

When Mingge's sacrificial words came to a climax, when the light of the Horcrux in his hand reached a peak, Mingge's eyes shot out a light like a substance, and an invisible coercion instantly enveloped the range of five or six hundred meters in front of him.

The steppe warriors in this area only felt that there was a white expanse in front of them, and then their heads hurt, and they fell to the ground and passed out.

More and more fighters rushed here before they had time to slow down, and then lost consciousness as well.

When the Horcrux in Minger's hand crackled and shattered, the relentless coercion finally stopped, and more than 40,000 steppe warriors fell to the ground in front of him.

Mingge gasped silently, controlling enough strength to allow these warriors to only be injured and not killed, and using the amplification of the three Horcruxes to control such a large area was already his limit.

If it weren't for the fact that this ability requires a long preparation time, he would have become an eye-catching target during this time, and if it weren't for the limit distance of only a few hundred meters, Mingge would have used it to attack the city and plunder the wall, and the city wall would have been captured a long time ago.

He had even made up his mind that if decisive progress had not been made by the time it got dark, he would take advantage of the darkness of the night to take a chance.

The scene of tens of thousands of people falling in an instant was really shocking, and the steppe warriors behind involuntarily stopped, but they were involuntarily squeezed forward by the huge force behind.

When Minger consumed a Horcrux for the second time, bringing down 10,000 steppe warriors again, the chaos caused by the rout finally stopped.

All the steppe warriors, including those in front of and behind Mingge, spontaneously prostrated themselves on the ground, praising the boundless divine power of the god Rondo, repenting of their previous crimes, and at the same time full of reverence and fear for the thin figure in front of them.

Philip and the others, who were chasing after them, soon discovered the abnormality, and the steppe people in front suddenly calmed down for some reason, and the rout that had already swept half of the camp had strangely shown signs of stopping.

Philip flew to the front on Arthur, and saw the end of the miraculous scene, and at the same time saw the author of it all, the small, richly dressed figure surrounded by the crowd.

And Mingge on the other side naturally recognized him at a glance, the culprit who caused this chaos, the empty knight who made him almost doomed.

From the reports of his subordinates, Mingge has analyzed that although this air knight is strong, it is very likely that he is a young man, and the awakening level is not high, otherwise the air battle would not be so difficult to win.

So at the first time, Mingge had murderous intentions and wanted to completely erase the source of this danger.

And Philip also met Mingge's eyes at the first time, thousands of kilometers away, and felt the strong killing intent.

This killing intent was so substantial that it even made his entire body tremble, and even Arthur under him snorted three or four times in a row, urging him to leave this dangerous area as soon as possible.

But the question is whether Philip can back down, whether he wants to back down.

The cowardice of the previous life and the impulsive blood of this life have fused in his blood and bones, and they have been neutralized into a unique character trait.

Naturally, Philip would not arrogantly think that he was capable of successfully beheading Mingge in the midst of thousands of troops, let alone the other party's seemingly ungodly ability.

He also thought that these grassland people who had fallen to the ground were dead, and this corpse full of pits and valleys made him realize that the thin figure on the opposite side was a real powerhouse, a fifth-level powerhouse who could be ranked even if he traveled all over the continent.

After all, there were tens of thousands of people below, and it looked like they were dying in an instant, and there was no sign of resistance.

He looked at Mingge with some horror, thinking that if the other party ordered a counterattack with a huge voice at this time, then Bruce and the others, who had no idea behind him and put on an attack formation, would do something to stop hundreds of thousands of crazy believers.

Even if he wins in the end, I'm afraid there won't be a few people left, and Philip has goosebumps on his body, and he can't imagine such a miserable scene.

Almost instantly, Philip made up his mind, even if he was seriously injured, he would entangle Daxun in front of him to buy a certain amount of time for the subsequent attack.

He whispered a few times in Arthur's ear, in exchange for a negative screech from the lazy fellow, but still fluttered his wings and swooped down.

I saw that the golden pattern on the head of the legendary unicorn lit up, and the sharp unicorn aimed at the thin figure below, releasing a golden arrow of light.

Mingge was obviously afraid of death, but he couldn't retreat, especially in front of tens of thousands of believers, he still needed to maintain the stability and reserve of a big man, and it was impossible for him to flee in a hurry.

At this moment, he hated Philip in the sky.

The light arrow silently pierced the human body, and then exploded, leaving Mingge with more than a dozen corpse pieces of various sizes in front of him.

It was Mingge's tall guards, who lined up as a wall and ladder at the critical moment to block the light arrows.

With three arrows of light in a row, Arthur's state visibly withered with the naked eye, and also killed Mingge's senior guards.

At this time, Philip secretly hated why he was not an awakened man with a bow and arrow, and the advantage of being a knight in the sky was simply an invincible hunting weapon.

In desperation, he could only go up in person, and he knew very well that the thin figure that stayed in place was waiting for him.

There was no time to change his bow and arrows, and there was no time to get the oil can, so Philip swooped down resolutely, as long as he was wounded a little, as long as he could not calmly give the order to counterattack.

The speed of the dive was so fast that Arthur even retracted both of his flesh wings just to reduce the drag of the air a little.

Mingge also clenched the Horcrux in his hand, silently chanting a spell to mobilize spiritual power in his mouth, resonating with the soul power in the Horcrux.

In order to kill with one blow, he even did not hesitate to destroy a Horcrux again, compared to the group's psychic detonation, this kind of single soul piercing is what he is best at, and with his dignified eight-core soul power, he can't imagine that anyone will be able to resist his spiritual attack after a hundredfold increase.

The powerful psychic piercing will be like a sharp arrow, shattering the spirit core of the knight on the opposite side into powder, causing him to die instantly, and he will not even have a chance to be reborn as a human in the next life.

Both sides kept their eyes on their opponents who were getting closer, waiting for the moment of a head-on collision.

And all the grassland people at the scene also looked at such a ridiculous scene in a daze, and they couldn't imagine how someone could be so self-conscious and dare to challenge their all-powerful divine messenger, Daxun Mingge of the Southern Grassland.

500m, 400m, 300m......

Philip dived faster and faster, and the whole person almost became a phantom, and ordinary eyes could not catch his figure at all.

It wasn't until 200 meters that Minger finally locked on to Philip's position with his powerful spiritual power, and an incomparably powerful spiritual fluctuation centered on him and spread in all directions, and at the same time, a solid green light arrow shot out of his eyes, which hit Philip's body almost instantly.

Philip sensed a familiar smell when he saw his green eyes, exactly the same as the green arrows of light from the stone statue when he first arrived on this planet.

Even in terms of power, it is a little bigger than the original light arrow.

I see, it turns out that this is your killer weapon, Philip understood, but there was almost no chance to dodge, and the green light arrow hit him, to be precise, in his spiritual sea.

Minger smirked as Philip tilted his body on horseback, and the next moment he would fall to the ground and become a pile of minced meat wrapped in steel.

So, he hid behind the human wall that the guards had already erected, and waited for the enthusiastic cheers of the believers to follow.

Aiming at the silver behemoth in mid-air, he planned to make another weakened version, this legendary unicorn with a golden stripe on its head is even rarer, and it is fully qualified to be his exclusive mount.

But suddenly he realized that something was wrong, the silver beast did not appear in the position he had predicted, but crashed headlong into the human wall formed by the guards.

No, it was the knight in armor who crashed into the human wall, and the silver unicorn just suddenly spread its huge flesh wings, slowed down its speed a moment before the collision, and threw the knight out of the body like an unload.