A moment later, the two demon armies came to the vicinity of the Feather Spirit Valley almost at the same time, and stopped in mid-air several miles away from the Feather Spirit Valley.

The army of the South Road led by Yuan Zheng divided 100,000 to make a detour to the west, the army of the East Road led by Xing Lian divided 100,000 to make a detour to the north, and the army of 400,000 demons surrounded Yuling Valley.

A strong murderous aura instantly enveloped the void in a radius of hundreds of miles around the Feather Spirit Valley.

The chariots pulled by the five hundred flying demonic beasts of the two armies were lined up at the front, and on the chariots stood the demon generals of all levels who led the troops.

The main generals of the two demon armies, Yuan Zheng and Xing Lian, stood on the two largest chariots, fully armed, wearing jet-black armor and black-clad robes.

Yuan Zheng held a large black knife in his hand, and Xing Lian held a huge axe with a black body in his hand.

Both demon soldiers shimmered with a faint black light, which made people shudder.

The two of them were full of demonic energy, revealing a strong evil aura.

Wang Yu could see clearly in front of the gate of the Feather Spirit Palace below, and couldn't help but frown slowly.

He could see that the cultivation of these two demon clan masters was profound, and they were not below him.

At this time, there were only more than 30,000 people left of the Bat Spirit Clan powerhouses who were surrounded and killed by the Feather Spirit Clan's powerhouses, and they saw that the 400,000 Demon Clan army had been killed, and the situation was about to reverse, and they suddenly lifted their spirits, and tried their best to fight with hundreds of thousands of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses.

But what made them feel depressed was that after the 400,000 demon army completed the encirclement of Yuling Valley, they still stayed in the distance, just watching coldly, and did not immediately rush up to join the battle.

The Great Elder of the Bat Spirit Clan put away the blood-colored long sword in his hand, covered the still bleeding wound on his left shoulder with his right hand, flew in front of the Demon Clan's main general Yuan Zheng, bowed down and said, "General, my Bat Spirit Clan's strong man is in a critical situation, please give the general an order to send troops and join the battle!"

Yuan Zheng held the jet-black big knife in his hand, and the black tower stood on the chariot in general, looking at the Feather Spirit Clan powerhouse and the Bat Spirit Clan powerhouse who were fighting together in the sky above the Feather Spirit Valley with a gloomy face, without saying a word, without the slightest intention of sending troops immediately.

The heart of the Great Elder of the Bat Spirit Clan couldn't help sinking, this five-star Martial Emperor cultivated as a demon powerhouse was a yin owl, extremely difficult to provoke, he didn't dare to say more, so he had to endure the severe pain in the wound on his left shoulder, and flew to the front of another demon clan master Xing Lian, and hissed: "General, my 100,000 strong people of the Bat Spirit Clan are about to be wiped out, please send troops to help, we should cooperate inside and outside, so as to kill the strong man of the Feather Spirit Clan in one fell swoop!"

Xing Lian was holding a jet-black giant axe, and he was coldly watching the melee between the powerhouses of the Feather Spirit Clan and the powerhouses of the Bat Spirit Clan in the sky above the Feather Spirit Valley.

Hearing the request of the Great Elder of the Bat Spirit Clan, Xing Lian turned his head extremely reluctantly, stared at him with a pair of blood-red eyes, and sneered: "I didn't expect that the strong men of your Bat Spirit Clan would be so useless, 100,000 people came to attack the Feather Spirit Valley, and only let the Feather Spirit Clan lose such a small number of people, it seems that there should only be twenty or thirty thousand!"

The Great Elder of the Bat Spirit Clan froze for a moment when he heard this, held back the anger in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "General, our 100,000 strong men of the Bat Spirit Clan strictly abide by the agreement with the two generals, and come to attack the Feather Spirit Valley as soon as it gets dark, the strong people of the Feather Spirit Clan occupy the advantageous position, and our Bat Spirit Clan strong people were attacked by their secret arrows as soon as they came up, and lost 20,000 people, they sent 100,000 strong men to fight, so that we were at a disadvantage in numbers at the beginning, and then, they sent another 100,000 strong men to join the battle, and we finally fell into such a passive situation." ”

He originally wanted to question the chief general of the demon clan, why didn't the demon army come together to attack Yuling Valley as soon as it got dark as agreed, but he was afraid of offending the two demon powerhouses who led the troops, so he swallowed his anger and didn't say anything.

He only wanted the demon army to join the battle as soon as possible, so that the current battle situation could be reversed, so that the remaining more than 30,000 Bat Spirit powerhouses could survive.

Xing Lian snorted coldly, turned his head, and continued to look expressionlessly at the desperate battle between the strong men of the Bat Spirit Clan and the strong men of the Feather Spirit Clan above the Feather Spirit Valley, and did not order the demon army to join the battle immediately.

At this time, the more than 30,000 Bat Spirit Clan powerhouses saw the last hope and had begun to do their best.

Although the hundreds of thousands of powerhouses of the Feather Spirit Clan are already in an absolute advantage, the Demon Clan's army is overwhelmed, making them feel like a man's back, and they can't immediately kill the remaining more than 30,000 Bat Spirit Clan powerhouses to prevent future troubles.

As a result, both sides did their best, and the casualties of the strong people of the Feather Spirit Clan increased, while the more than 30,000 strong men of the Bat Spirit Clan were killed faster.

Seeing the tragic situation of those Bat Spirit Clan powerhouses, the Great Elder of the Bat Spirit Clan said hatefully: "It turns out that your demon clan is just using our Bat Spirit Clan!"

Xing Lian turned his head to look at him, and laughed wildly: "If you are not from my race, you must have different hearts!" Do you think that we will really support your Bat Spirit Clan to become the next Feather Spirit Clan, and leave a big trouble for ourselves?"

The Great Elder of the Bat Spirit Clan's face instantly turned pale, endured the sharp pain from the wound on his left arm, and showed the blood-colored long sword in his hand, glaring at Xing Lian, his blood-red eyes were full of hatred.

Xing Lian sneered, the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed, and he said viciously: "Are you going to rebel? Now that you have become a waste, it is useless to keep you!"

Before he could finish speaking, the jet-black giant axe in his hand swung out like lightning, splitting the Great Elder of the Bat Spirit Clan in half with an axe.

This shocking scene was seen by those Bat Spirit Clan powerhouses who were still fighting to the death, and they suddenly became crazy, and they all resorted to life-fighting tricks, in a vain attempt to break out of the siege of the Feather Spirit Clan's powerhouses.

Hundreds of thousands of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses didn't give them this opportunity, and they didn't have much effort, so they killed them all.

However, due to the stubborn resistance of these Bat Spirit Clan powerhouses, the 200,000 Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses had also lost more than 30,000 people, and there were still more than 160,000 people left at this time.

They quickly straightened up their formation, and formed a circle formation facing outward, holding weapons in their hands, coldly facing the 400,000 demon army that had surrounded Yuling Valley.

Yuan Zheng waved the magic knife in his hand, and Xing Lian waved the magic axe in his hand at the same time, and the 400,000 army slowly moved forward with strong coercion, narrowing the encirclement of Yuling Valley, and stopped less than a few miles away from the peaks around Yuling Valley.

They knew that there were 100,000 strong Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses lurking on the peaks around the Feather Spirit Valley.

Ling Feng took his four sons and led the sixteen or seventy thousand spirit clan powerhouses to stand proudly in the air, waiting for them.

Now that the second son Linglei has not returned from the northern border area of the Feather Spirit Mountain Range, Ling Feng is worried, otherwise he would have already ordered the hundreds of thousands of Feather Spirit Clan powerhouses behind him to fall back into the Feather Spirit Valley, and set up a large array of sky-covering wings in the sky above the Feather Spirit Valley.

(End of chapter)