With a wave of Murong Su's hand, golden flames emerged from his fingertips, shooting towards the corpses in one place, and with a bang, the flames fell to the ground, like flames gradually entering the oil pot, burning in an instant, and all the corpses were covered by golden flames, and in just a moment, they turned into ashes......

At the same time, Murong Su untied a few more fire rings, this time more than 5,000 people were released, and as soon as the fire rings were lifted, everyone in the Rising Sun Mercenary Group suddenly swung their swords again like hungry wolves and slashed them away.

"Kill, kill, it's all one death anyway, if you don't resist, you can only die faster!" The blood wolf mercenary group was killed, and one or two of them came to their senses, rose up to resist, and fought with the Rising Sun Mercenary Group, however, their swords were fast, and the swords of the people of the Rising Sun Mercenary Group were faster, and before they were unsheathed, the people of the Rising Sun Mercenary Group had already taken off their heads.

This is the difference, this is the gap between the elite and the mediocre, speaking of close combat, no one in the Rising Sun Mercenary Group who has been deliberately trained for several months is not bad, plus the various levels are extraordinary, and the strength has improved by leaps and bounds, which is not at all comparable to this group of randomly assembled members of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group.

Blood splattered, heads fell to the ground, screaming, screaming, wailing...... One after another the blood wolf team members fell, and everyone in the Rising Sun Mercenary Group was like a killing god, killing on a killing spree, and collecting one life after another.

Mo Zhe squandered the long sword in his hand, and he didn't know how many lives he had killed, he only knew that there were constantly heads falling at his feet, blood was splashed everywhere, stained everywhere, the nose was thick and bloody, and his eyes were blood-red, in addition to killing, it was still killing.

The remaining members of the Rising Sun Mercenary Regiment were even more red-eyed one by one, their eyes were red, their blood was boiling, they were excited, excited, and watching the blood wolf team members end their lives in their own hands, everyone was even more war-like, and there was a kind of distorted pleasure.

These people used to drive them to a dead end like this, and they were, too, to take their brother's life.

Today, they are recovering their dead brothers a thousand times, venting their humiliation and despair and helplessness when they were once cornered.

If it weren't for the regimental commander, they would have died in the cave like smoked rabbits, and if it weren't for the regimental commander, they would have become wisps of revenant, their bodies rotting, melting into the dirt, and dying in disarray.

These people find them again, and don't blame them for being cruel, because this world is like this, the weak eat the strong, either you die, or I die, if you don't want their lives today, tomorrow, it will be them who die.

Killing, blood, screams, the Rising Sun mercenary group turned into killing gods, their bodies wandered, ruthless and vigorous, and one corpse after another fell.

From the decisive and sharp at the beginning, slowly numbing the inertia, the action of swinging the sword almost became unconscious, like a dream, flesh and blood intertwined, in the dream, they were ashamed and killed in all directions.

Murong Su stood with him, standing with the Ghost Emperor, taking in everything.

Many, many people fell, too much blood flowed out, stained the grass red, polluted the air, and even the moonlit night was covered with a layer of blood, and the terrible screams and wails rang out, spreading throughout the entire Demon Ridge, and the beasts were ready to move, smelling blood, and wanting to go out at night to find food.

The Ghost Emperor's momentum was released, and the terrifying coercion instantly suppressed the restless beast herd, and obediently crouched in the lair and did not dare to take a step.

Even if the Rising Sun mercenary group killed decisively, even if there were many people lying down, it was not enough, compared with the 800,000 team, those dead mercenaries were not enough.

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