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The rumbling roar echoed through the canyon, and the rocks and mud on both sides fluttered down, as if the whole mountain was collapsing.

The frightened people looked around in a daze, and burst into ecstatic cries.

There are heroes in danger, and desperate suddenly heard thunder, and this sentence is really suitable to describe the Burning Spirit Legion at this time.

One blow, then decay, three exhaustion, two consecutive desperate fights, everyone gradually exhausted. Countless floaters vibrate their wings at extremely high speeds, converging with their screams like thunder echoing in their ears, and even a soldier with iron nerves cannot sustain it for long in this environment.

The mosquito king was killed by three, and the overall offensive was not as good as before, but how could humans not be the end of the crossbow?

The monks have no mana, the warriors have no stamina, the magic weapons have been exhausted, the talisman seals have long been used up, and even the things in those formations have been destroyed by the demon mosquitoes. As for the elixir...... Even Mai Shaofei didn't have much inventory available, let alone other ordinary tribesmen.

At this point in the battle, it was already a real life-and-death situation, and at this time, the Burning Spirit Legion, except for some tired people, had no capital to fight.

Some people gave up, their expressions numb, their eyes glazed, and they let the demon mosquito pounce on their bodies and suck blood, without a trace of reaction. They need to be lifted, they need someone to stand up and command the whole army like a banner.

Just when people were struggling to support and were about to die in batches, a thunderstorm broke out.

Not the buzzing of demon mosquitoes, but real thunder.

It's not one, it's not several, but it's a continuous thunderstorm that doesn't blow people up from their confusion and never stops.

The sky shook, the earth shook, the flames burst, and the impact was like a raging wave, as if there was no end to it.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Circular waves spread in all directions, extending right to the periphery of the crowd, as if even this kind of indiscriminate roar had an impossible feeling, and could not bear the slightest injury to those stiff bodies.

The explosion began at a certain point, and at an unimaginable speed, it made an arc, sweeping through the densest and craziest area of the demon mosquitoes, sweeping out a semi-circular space.

Its width is tens of meters! Whenever you are in this area, the demon mosquitoes are swept away!

In the blink of an eye, people found that there was suddenly an empty space in front of them, and there was not a single enemy except for a few demon mosquitoes struggling in their dying!

This is a fence zone, a forbidden area where devil mosquitoes are not allowed to set foot in!

Following the pace of the explosion, a gray donkey roared and neighed, and galloped forward at unimaginable speed. A figure on it that couldn't see the color clearly, his hands were like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, constantly waving black lines, repeating wave after wave, roaring again and again.

Behind him, a thin black cloud was left, which looked almost the same as the demon mosquito, and upon closer inspection, it was revealed that they were the mutant ants that these people had heard of or seen with their own eyes—the spirit aversion ants!

The explosion continued, the black clouds were extended, and people woke up from their confusion and despair and erupted into a neat shout!

They found that the soul-weary ants surrounded the crowd, forming a bóbó ring, as if guarding, isolating the demon mosquitoes in the distance.

What's even more shocking is that those demon mosquitoes in the distance don't know whether they were startled by the explosion, or for some other reason, when they looked at these flying ants, their eyes showed fear!

It's like facing the fear of predators!

On the other hand, those flying ants, which are much less numerous, looked at the demon mosquitoes, with a deep disdain in their eyes and extreme greed. ...,

They didn't move, but not because they were afraid, but because they were ordered by the queen ant - guard!

If the demon mosquitoes are cruel and tyrannical, they are already tired and decrepit, they will also be tired, they will also be exhausted, coupled with the bombardment that is comparable to natural disasters before, how can the demon mosquitoes at this time be compared with these flying ants whose morale is in full swing.

The battlefield presents a strange scene, the crowd is surrounded by demon mosquitoes, but the demon mosquitoes on one side are in civil unrest, and the other side is isolated by flying ants, forming an extremely strange stalemate.

"Everyone rush with me!" Mai Shaofei waved at the crowd.

"Fool! you rush with me!" Thirteen Lang roared at Mai Shaofei in the air.

The two voices exploded almost simultaneously, overpowering the rumbling explosion and reaching people's ears. People looked at each other, wondering who to listen to?

"Follow Xiao Bazhi ......" Mai Shaofei was so angry that he trembled, but he had to obey the military order and give Zuihou's instructions.

That's right, it's a military order! At this time, what Shisanro said without a word is an irresistible military order!

Military orders are like mountains, even if he is a young master of the Burning Spirit, he must carry it out.

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The crowd surged, and thousands of remnants converged in one place, with two people and a donkey as arrows, and with a thunderbolt, they rushed towards the ridge where the demon mosquitoes were most dense.

Behind them is a team of thousands of flying ants, carrying out the duties of cover and defense.

They are the strongest line of defense, and the most reliable support, only one is still alive, even if thousands of demon mosquitoes are following, don't think of crossing the thunder pool half a step!

People were roaring, shouting, roaring, exhausted bodies pouring out liliang, exhausted mana buffered, like a pack of wounded hungry wolves, rushing towards Zuihou's formidable enemy.

This is the final battle, and it is a desperate fight that cannot be defeated!

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"Where are you rushing?" Mai Shaofei asked as he tried his best to keep up with the pace of the big ash, panting.

Poor fake infant monk, he was so tired that he couldn't catch up with a donkey! He had reached the bottom line of Zuihou, and he had almost run out of oil.

Thirteen Lang waved his hand to pull him onto the donkey's back, raised his hand and pointed to the mountain beam, and said categorically: "There!"

On the ridge, an oversized demon mosquito looked from afar, its eyes indifferent and incomparable, like a god overlooking the world.

Its wings are purple, and even its body exudes a faint purple glow, and if you give it some time, you can completely complete its evolution and become a true mosquito king.

"Can it work?" Mai Shaofei looked worried, and subconsciously asked.

If it is in its heyday, Mai Shaofei can't wait to have a chance to face it. This mosquito king has barely reached the standard required by the Holy Son, as long as he takes it, this trip is very likely to be completed, and he will not be tempted.

The demon mosquito has spread to such an extent, and it is definitely not affecting the Burning Spirit family, and it is much more difficult to catch the purple mosquito in this situation than expected. The rules of the Demon King's Palace are not so rigid, if Mai Shaofei has an advantage in comparison, even if he doesn't catch the real purple mosquito, it should be enough to obtain the qualification of the Holy Son.

However, thinking about it, at this time, Mai Shaofei knew that he would definitely not be able to fight against the purple mosquito, and it could even be said that he didn't even have the ability to get close to the other party.

"Count on eight fingers to ...... alone," Mai Shaofei sighed for a while.

Who would have thought that this autumn hunt has evolved to the present, and the young master of the Burning Spirit, who has tens of thousands of subordinates under the ten major war spirits, would have to rely on an outsider, a little monk who has not cultivated enough to build a foundation, to win.

Even, the hope of surviving!

"Nonsense, if it doesn't work, it's okay!"

Thirteen Lang casually stuffed the small drum into Mai Shaofei's hand, and resolutely ordered: "Hurry up and breathe, give me a ride later!"

Needless to say, Mai Shaofei had already taken Zuihou's pill, and when he took the small drum and looked at it, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"It's ...... It's a spiritual weapon!"

"! ”

Thirteen Lang scolded angrily, too lazy to discuss it further. His eyes were fixed on the mosquito king, as if it was a lover who had been waiting for three lives for thousands of years. There was a strong confidence in the tone, as well as an irresistible arrogance and majesty.

"From now on, you listen to me. ”

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