The general trend is that the spirit kingdom will be defeated.

What can bring about such a big change is naturally Mo Wuxie's twelve red-clothed cannons, as well as the inspiring Mo family army, all of which are indispensable.

Mo Wuxian looked down silently, he was speculating on the possible changes.

According to Zhan Tan**, ignoring all the words, it is easy to deduce that King Zhan Tan will jump over the wall in a hurry, and it is possible to release another shot.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no second shot. His divine thoughts spread out again, don't find the red-coated cannon in a moment or three, the red-coated cannon at this time is very pitiful, it was pushed into a hole, and countless soldiers retreated from the side to the top of the mountain.

Although the red-coated cannon was thrown into the deep ravine, the red magma-like barrel still emitted a scorching temperature.

Retracting his thoughts, he showed a look of helplessness, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the ninth-level magic core can only be fired once, and the second time will definitely explode in the barrel of the cannon, this is the reason why there is no second cannon!"

He came to the side of the red-clothed cannon, and with a wave of his sleeves, the red-clothed cannon disappeared into the deep pit and was transmitted into the divine tomb, to his surprise, the ninth-level demon core was still in the cannon chamber, which was enough for a bombardment.

One by one, the soldiers of the Martial Arts Empire whistled past him with war swords and spears, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

The battle continues, intensifies, and draws closer to the end.

The ground was full of corpses, the mountain rocks had long been stained red with blood, and the Spirit Fruit army was still in the process of being defeated and was expelled to the top of the mountain. At the top of the mountain, they only held on for a moment, and the defensive line collapsed again, retreating towards the Spirit Kingdom!

He looked around, and the tragedy brought by the war still made him a little uncomfortable, but he had no mercy, because this was the war, so many people died, and suddenly he felt that dying under the red-coated cannon was also death, and dying under the enemy's knife was also death, anyway, it was all death, but the way of dying was different, then, for the enemy to use the red-coated cannon to bombard just now, suddenly became much more cheerful.

He sighed: "It turns out that this is war!"

It was only then that he truly understood what war was, in a word, war was the accumulation of corpses.

Seeing too many corpses, smelling too much of the tragic atmosphere and the pungent smell of blood, everything was numb.

He stood on the top of the mountain, pointed his arm forward, and shouted, "Brothers, rush!"

His voice exploded in the sky above the soldiers of the Martial Arts Empire, and everyone seemed to be in a lot of energy in an instant, and their expressions were extremely excited, and they rushed down in a swarm, chasing down the defeated soldiers!

There are less than 10,000 people left in the barbarian army, and it can be said that the 200,000 barbarian army has been completely wiped out, and its vitality has been greatly damaged.

Jiang Li kept swinging his mace in his hand, and a general of the Martial Arts Empire who was fighting with him also used all his strength, and the fight was booming, no matter how high or low.

Jiang Li was wise and foolish, and he couldn't understand the current trend, and after he attacked once, he jumped out of the battle circle and retreated.

Angelina, as the coach, was full of unwillingness in her eyes, but she was helpless.

"Retreat to Zhantan City!"

Her voice was full of coldness, which made everyone shudder, especially King Zhantan, who was suddenly frightened at this time, and broke out in a cold sweat, and in an instant, he felt that his soul was rising, and it seemed that this woman had deliberately attacked his spirit.

King Zhantan was no longer arrogant, and his eyes were full of horror and confusion, because his 100,000 demon wolf army had been swallowed up by the Mo family's army, and this blow would make his Zhantan tribe collapse from now on.

The soldiers of the Martial Dao Empire came to the north of the Apocalypse Mountain Range, and after some rectification, the remaining 250,000 legions launched a charge again, and the tornado generally forced the Lingguo army into Zhantan City.

Now, under the city are the troops of the Martial Arts Empire.

Fortunately, Zhantan City was only a hundred miles away from the Apocalypse Mountain Range, and it was not deep into the hinterland, and after they entered the land of the Spirit Kingdom, Mo Xie had already arranged for the backup and its logistics troops, and there was no problem with supply.

Angelina stood on the city wall, looking at the black oppression opposite, showing a trace of an ugly smile, and in a blink of an eye, it was really human.

"Report on the army!" her voice grew colder.

King Zhantan was full of excitement, as if a kind of cold had frozen his bones, which made him very uncomfortable, and hurriedly said: "Now, all our tribes combined are only 80,000 troops, plus the 20,000 defenders of our Zhantan City, a total of only 100,000, it is difficult to resist their attack!"

Angelina looked into the distance, as if she hadn't heard his words, and suddenly said: "Immediately send people to the surrounding states for help, let them send troops to relieve the siege, and in addition, let the whole city of Zhantan City be full of soldiers and enter the battle at any time!"

King Zhantan respectfully received the order and never dared to disobey again.

Mo Yan looked at Mo Wuxian and asked, "Fifth brother, our soldiers are still lightly armed, and we don't have siege equipment, so we ignore it!"

Mo Wuxian sneered: "It will take a day for the logistics supplies to be sent here, and we can't wait, because we are now under enemy on all sides, and we must strike first and take Zhantan City before the reinforcements arrive, so that we can be qualified to force them to surrender and let them admit the defeat of the war!"

Mo Yan was very uncomfortable when he saw his smile, it seemed that the fifth brother's heart was constantly changing in this war, and this change made people jealous. "Fifth brother, since that's the case, I still have to borrow your red-clothed cannon to use!"

Mo Wuxian nodded and said, "The whole army rests in place for two hours!"

In fact, they had been fighting for two days and two nights, and although the soldiers' eyes were excited, their fatigue was very obvious, and it was extremely unwise to attack the city now. Another day passed, and in the evening, the sun was shining, and outside the gate of Zhantan City, twelve red-clothed cannons fell to the ground, and the thick black barrels showed that the red-coated cannons had been cooled down.

The moment the cannon appeared, Angelina couldn't sit still anymore, and the barbarian powerhouse couldn't calm down, obviously, they could all see that Mo Wuxian was going to storm Zhantan City.

All of the red-coated cannons were aimed in the direction and ready, and the level 8 magic core was loaded. There was a terrifying aura.

Mo Wuxian stared coldly ahead, only to see a figure float out of the city and float in front of him, this person was Angelina.

"I think we need to talk!" said Angelina, gritting her teeth.

Mo Wuxian shook his head and said, "We have nothing to talk about, even if we have something to talk about, we have to wait until the end of this war!"

Angelina said unwillingly: "You are the elf king, you can't bear to watch the war continue to spread?"

Mo Wuxian smiled and said, "I am the Elven Saint King, not the Elven King. The Holy King has the Saint King's things to do, and the Saint King does not reject war, and you still don't understand the mission of the Elven Saint King! Now I give you a chance, immediately go out of the city and surrender, or wait for the city to be destroyed, and let you know this kind of pain!"

Angelina smiled sadly and said, "I can accept the fact of defeat, but our legion is an ally, so it is not enough for me to surrender alone, I need to consult with other states and convince them that it will take some time!"

Mo Wuxian sneered: "Okay, you go back, you only have a quarter of an hour to discuss!"

He was sneering, sneering at Angelina's simple thoughts and practices, which were nothing more than delaying time, waiting for reinforcements to come to rescue, how could this psychological change escape Mo Wuxie's keen gaze.