Dozens of golden rays of light streaked across the dark night sky and flew over like lightning from the north of the Feather Spirit Valley.

The person at the head looked to be no more than thirty years old, with a golden helmet and golden armor, a pair of golden wings on his back, and a golden spear more than a foot long in his hand, it was Ling Lei, the second son of Ling Feng, the patriarch of the Feather Spirit Clan.

He was closely followed by Lingfeng's personal guards and the dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses who were patrolling the northern border of the Feather Spirit Mountain Range with him.

These powerhouses are also golden helmets and golden armor, with a pair of golden wings behind their backs and golden spears in their hands.

Just now, Ling Feng sent that personal guard to inform Ling Lei, telling him that the 100,000 powerhouses of the Bat Spirit Clan had launched an attack on Yuling Valley, and the two demon armies totaling 400,000 had also rushed over to Yuling Valley from the south and east.

When Linglei heard this, he couldn't help but be furious, and immediately rushed back with dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses.

"Lei'er!"

Ling Feng stood in the void above Feather Spirit Valley, and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Once the spirit thunder returns to the team, and the demon army takes the initiative to attack, he can lead his five sons and hundreds of thousands of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses to fight with the Demon Army, once he can't support it, he will quickly retreat to the Feather Spirit Valley, and discharge the Sky Covering Feather Wing Array to defend, forgive the 400,000 Demon Army can't help the Feather Spirit Valley.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Lei took dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses to the back of the Demon Clan's army.

When those demon soldiers heard the sound of breaking the sky behind them, they turned around one after another, and immediately hundreds of people flew up with weapons in their hands, rushing up to try to intercept them.

Ling Feng couldn't help frowning when he saw it in his eyes, he naturally hoped that Ling Lei and the others could return to the team unhindered, but what he was worried about still happened.

If the demon army tried their best to intercept it, Linglei and the others were afraid that they would not be able to come to the sky above this Feather Spirit Valley, and they would not be able to retreat to Feather Spirit Valley together at a critical moment.

The demon army was powerful, and the main generals of the two leading troops and the four lieutenant generals under them were highly cultivated, so that he did not dare to rashly lead people to come forward to respond.

At this time, Ling Lei had already led dozens of powerhouses of the Feather Spirit Clan to rush in front of those demon soldiers who were trying to intercept him.

He roared, raised the golden spear in his hand, and stabbed it out.

A dazzling golden light burst out from the tip of the spear, instantly turning into a huge spear tip several feet long, piercing the chests of more than a dozen demon soldiers who rushed in front of him first.

"Ahhh......h

More than a dozen demon soldiers screamed miserably, and they fell from mid-air one after another.

Linglei took the lead, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, stabbing out like lightning continuously, killing those demon soldiers who blocked the way, unstoppable.

Dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses followed closely behind him, forming an arrow-shaped queue, and dozens of golden spears danced wildly in the void like golden snakes, stabbing at those demon soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Zhen led these dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses to kill more than a hundred Demon Clan soldiers who came to intercept them, broke through the interception, swept over the heads of the Demon Army, and rushed towards the hundreds of thousands of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses who were surrounded in the middle, trying to meet them.

The demon clan leader who led the troops, Xing Lian, turned his head to look at the spirit thunder who was trying to sweep past the demon army and the dozens of Feather Spirit clan powerhouses he led, and said coldly to the deputy general Luan Yu behind him: "Stop them and kill them all!"

"Yes!"

Luan Yu responded, and a bloodthirsty smile immediately appeared on his face.

Although he was only the deputy general of Xing Lian, his cultivation had reached the four-star Martial Emperor, and he immediately flew up from his chariot and rushed towards the spirit thunder like lightning.

The strong murderous aura rushed to his face, which made Ling Lei's heart couldn't help but be taken aback.

There was a murderous aura in Luan Yu's blood-red eyes, and he was still a hundred feet away from the spirit thunder, and with a burst of shouts, his right hand was raised, and a six-foot-sized jet-black meteor hammer suddenly appeared in the void and flew towards the spirit thunder

Linglei immediately felt a mountain-like coercion.

He knew that this deputy general of the demon army had the cultivation of a four-star Martial Emperor, and he was not under the spirit shock of his eldest brother, and sure enough, as soon as he made a move, he felt almost out of breath.

He could have flown up and dodged the hammer, but in this way, the dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses who followed him closely behind him would have been severely damaged.

Linglei didn't have time to think about it, gritted his teeth, used the vitality in his body, picked up the golden spear in his hand, and smashed it towards the lightning-like meteor hammer.

Syllable!

With a shocking bang, the golden spear slammed into the jet-black meteor hammer.

The void shook violently, Linglei's arms were numb, the tiger's mouth cracked, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and his body flew out obliquely.

But the terrifying pop hammer was also smashed by him and changed direction, and instead of crashing straight into the dozens of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses behind him, it flew close to their side.

But the strong coercion still forced them to stagger, and the formation was instantly disorganized.

Hundreds of demon soldiers took the opportunity to swarm up and divide and surround them, and immediately several Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses died under the siege of the demon soldiers.

Luan Yu stared at the spiritual thunder that was rapidly moving and pranayama dozens of zhang away, and was slightly surprised in his heart, he couldn't imagine that this kid was just a two-star martial emperor's cultivation, and he was so strong that he received his own thunderous blow!

He snorted coldly, the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger, and with a stretch of his right hand, the jet-black meteor hammer returned to his right hand, and pounced towards the spirit thunder flying body.

Ling Feng and his four sons Ling Zhen, Ling Ting, Ling Li and Ling Yun led hundreds of thousands of Ling Clan powerhouses to stand in the void above the Feather Spirit Valley, and when they saw Ling Lei and the others trapped in the demon army, they couldn't help but feel anxious.

He didn't dare to rashly leave the defense range of the 100,000 Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses on the peaks around the Feather Spirit Valley, and led more than 160,000 Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses to kill the demon clan army and respond to Ling Lei and the others.

The spirit shock beside him said in a deep voice: "Dad, I'll pick up the second brother back!"

Before the words fell, he unfolded the golden wings behind him, waved the wind and thunder twin knives in his hand, and rushed towards the formation of the demon army.

"Zhen'er be careful! just take your second brother back, don't fall in love with war!"

Ling Feng could only shout at his back.

He was worried that once Xing Lian took matters into his own hands, Ling Zhen would be afraid that it would be difficult for him to get out of the way.

He only hoped that Ling Zhen could help Ling Lei get rid of that demon lieutenant general.

As soon as Ling Zhen flew in front of the demon army, Ji Peng, another deputy general under Xing Lian, flew out of the chariot and greeted him with the ghost head sword in his hand.

This Ji Peng only has the cultivation of a three-star Martial Emperor, but he is fierce, and he has crossed the level to kill many strong people whose cultivation is higher than his own, so although he knows that Lingzhen is the cultivation of a four-star Martial Emperor, he does not have the slightest fear in his heart.

The fierce light in his blood-red eyes flickered, and his body was shrouded in Sen Sen's demonic energy, and he raised the ghost head knife in his hand high and slashed down at Ling Zhen's head.

The gloomy wind rose in the void, and it was mixed with the terrible sound of countless fierce ghosts screaming, which was terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost-headed broadsword turned into a blood light more than ten zhang long, and slashed in front of Lingzhen.