In the battle between the two conjured legions, the fishmen, who were obviously inferior in numbers, were even more brave and good at fighting under the rolling stream.

With the help of the mist demon hidden in the source, the fish people held swords and halberds, and in the tragic battle, they vowed to fight their way out with blood.

Watching the armies fighting, the angry fog demon outlined a cruelty on his expression. He flew into the air, laughed angrily, and clapped his hands a few times: "The Demon Beast Contractor can really surprise me more than ordinary prey." Such a fierce fight is an interesting scenery. I'm going to see how you're going to come back from defeat to victory in this battle with fewer enemies and more enemies. ”

Looking from above, the fog demon couldn't see the heroism of the fish-man. It's just that the number of the two armies is too different, and no matter how good the fishmen are, they can't resist the many flame armies.

Seeing the advantages and disadvantages clearly, the fog demon naturally did not care about the legion transformed by the source stream.

To him, the Legion gathering and fighting was more like a bloody game in front of him, giving him a feast on the battle situation.

The brutality of the fog demon intensified the worry in Shen Moli's heart, and when the fishman gradually became difficult to resist, Shen Moli quickly swung his sword and rushed into the army with all his strength.

In this life-and-death hostile war, Shen Moli faced an army of 10,000 people alone, although his strength was weak. However, the strength of one more person is a glimmer of hope for the whole war.

The thousands of troops and horses formed by the different fires, with extremely high heat, continued to scorch the water entrained by the surrounding fishmen with that heat in the rush and kill. Their moves are not as fierce as the fish-men, but in the observation of the fog demon from above, they gradually figured out the weakness of the fish-people.

With the order of the Fog Demon, they no longer focused solely on the fish-man, but instead burned the flames, and several people gathered around the fish-man, gradually drying up the source of the fishman's continued action.

He was a brave fish-man, but whoever was steamed dry by the water was like a dehydrated fish, lying on the ground on the dry sand, and he was left to be slaughtered.

When Shen Moli rushed into the battlefield of the battle, he saw this scene: countless fishmen were lying on the ground with difficulty and wanted to escape, but they were pierced through their bodies with many burning knives and returned to the water droplets.

In the face of the number of water droplets that have lost their vitality, the generals have no intention of giving up. In less than a moment, they evaporated the droplets of water that had returned from the death of the fishmen, making the entire sandy area even hotter and hotter.

Seeing that the situation was as good as expected, the fog demon looked at Shen Moli's gaze, with a hint of playfulness.

You don't have to shoot yourself, and the fog demon is happy to appreciate the picture of the prey being gradually killed by the random knife.

Born in antiquity and growing up in the deserted sands, the Fog Demon lacks the kindness similar to that of the human race. In his eyes, everyone except the Demon Ancestor was just a few props for him to reach the peak and become stronger.

Looking at Shen Moli, who was slashing the enemy with the Puchen Sword at this time, the fog demon didn't make any moves, just was in the sky and watched silently.

Countless armies formed by different fires, but in the blink of an eye, they surrounded the eyes. After killing countless fishmen who were prostrate on the ground and had no strength to resist, they all focused their eyes on Shen Moli.

The vast sandy area has long been lifeless, and in the midst of the slaughter, the 10,000-strong soldiers who have already killed red-eyed soldiers cannot stop. They were gearing up, and under the guidance of the fog demon's bloodthirsty consciousness, Shen Moli became the last target of their pursuit and slaughter.

Countless swords and swords and shadows struck again after Shen Moli swung his sword to sacrifice a thousand waves and knocked down several soldiers, and countless soldiers and horses turned into flames and returned to human beings after being wiped out by the wisps of sword qi of Puchen's sword.

There was no end to the slashing, and there was no figure to stop fighting, so that Shen Moli was constantly resisting, and his whole body was constantly suffering from all kinds of sword wounds made of flames.

The sword scratched all kinds of shocking scars on Shen Moli's body without eyes, and it didn't take long to scrape Shen Moli's delicate skin to the point that the skin was open.

In the superposition of countless new injuries and old injuries, although Shen Moli continued to resist again, his strength was gradually exhausted in the sacrificial spiritual power in the Puchen Sword.

If the flames are extinguished, the crowd surges, giving people a suffocating feeling that life is about to be extinguished. Hostile to thousands of military horses, Shen Moli was unwilling to give up and let his life be cut off here.

She still has a lot of things to do, and there are still many obstacles to find, and she has too many unfinished things on the road to becoming strong.

At this end, Shen Moli was really unwilling!

With the support of his mind, Shen Moli suddenly gathered the last strength in his almost overdrawn body, fused it with the Heavenly Soul, and gathered it into a vast lake-like wave power, pouring it into the Puchen Sword.

With no way to live, she wants to continue in a desperate situation. Even if the ending is the same death, but exhausting the last bit of strength, Shen Moli wants to buy a little time for himself and for the innocent Sand people in the city.

When he extinguished half of the mist demon's alien fires several times, Shen Moli had already separated the barrier and used his spiritual power as a pen to write words to warn Xiang Zhang to lead his clan away.

Knowing that there must be an ambush of the Demon Ancestor outside the Sand Domain, Shen Moli had already thought of an idea for the Sand Clan before he appeared in the Fog Demon, and asked Xiang Zhang to take advantage of the Fog Demon's undiscovered moment, and move to the depths of the Sand Domain as soon as possible with the help of the Demon Sand Tree, who is very familiar with the Sand Clan.

The Sand Clan city is located at the exit of the Sand Domain, and although there is an enchantment to protect it at the moment, if the Demon Ancestor and the Fog Demon should cooperate to attack it, the enchantment that the Sand Clan people are proud of will inevitably be completely broken.

Converting to the Demonic Beast, no matter what the future holds, Shen Moli naturally does not want to see the Sand Clansmen suffer unwarranted disasters under the pursuit of the Fog Demon.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if these Sand people who live in the Sand Region all the year round have nothing to do with demonic beasts, Shen Moli, who had seen many bloody disasters in his previous life, will also help within his ability.

If you don't encounter a blood disaster, you naturally can't feel the pain of your loved ones dying in front of you. Shen Moli's previous life made her unwilling to see the people around her in this life suffer the same blood disaster as she in her previous life.

When she was constantly hostile to the legions that reunited with the flames, the water light sword qi with the last strength that Shen Moli swung out, although half of the flames were extinguished in a moment, it also left Shen Moli with no spiritual power for her to continue the battle in the future.

Countless fierce and vicious faces, when Shen Moli pulled his sword to the ground to support his crumbling body, waved his sword and sword, shouted a slashing sound, and rushed towards him.

They have no soul, no human form and no humanity. Cloaked in the skin of the Terrans, they are still the killing and cruel tools in the hands of the Fog Demons. When Shen Moli was injured and difficult to walk, they felt that the opportunity was difficult to find, and they vied with each other to slash and kill.

The shouts of killing in the sky covered all the years of tranquility in the sandy region, turning this place into a cruel slaughterhouse.

When he saw the bloody blades following the footsteps of the generals, constantly approaching him, Shen Moli forced himself to draw his sword and slash again.

The sword was not swung, and in the boundless exhaustion, Shen Moli first felt the beads of blood dripping from the corners of her lips and fingertips.