When the defenders of the Western City Realm have not yet reacted to what is happening.

The game is over.

They only had time to see that Lu Qingge directly cut off the remaining 20% of the [Hell Gate Spirit] blood volume with a fluttering sword.

It's a pervert.

You know, so many of them gathered together and worked hard for so long to finally defeat 80% of this big guy's [health].

Injuries like this are no longer enough to be described in words like IBA.

Everyone was still amazed and doubting life, but for Lu Qingge, this was actually just an expected thing.

- Lv30's [Holy Spirit Decapitation], plus lv30's [Killing the King] skill.

and the buff bonus of the group of powerful daddy and nurse behind him, it is not difficult to cut such damage to this boss-level creature at all.

So from the beginning, Lu Qingge didn't panic at all.

Because he knew very well that with his current ability, he would be able to obtain a high enough slash line on the [Hell Gate Spirit].

So he doesn't need to reset [Hell's Spirit's] HP to zero.

When the big guy's health drops to twenty percent - this guy is actually dead in his eyes.

Therefore, when the players around were crying and desperate, Lu Qingge had already seen the final result of this battle.

Soon.

After a long silence and silence.

There was a burst of shouts and cheers from among the players of the Westfrontier Corps.

Like a drumbeat, it gets bigger and denser.

Eventually, like thunder, it resounded throughout the night.

Even if Lu Qingge is a hundred meters away, you can hear the frenzied shouts from above the western city wall.

The players are not stingy with their enthusiasm and adoration.

They shouted the name of Lu Qingge loudly, and a few of the old brothers even jumped to the city wall excitedly, took off their clothes and shook them wildly, as if waving the battle flag of victory.

A team of players on the ground couldn't refrain from rushing forward and embracing Lu Qingge in it.

Before Lu Qingge could recover from this sudden strongman lock man, he had been carried by the five big men with five big men with a tiger's back and three thick waists, and threw it towards the sky vigorously.

Then it fell back into the crowd, was thrown up again, and then fell again.

For a while, the long night, which was originally quiet and bleak, suddenly became lively and bright.

The players rejoiced, almost forgetting that they were participating in a [big event], a tragic and exciting battle to defend the city, rather than attending a dopamine explosion carnival or carnival.

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At the same time.

Far west of [the city of holy grace].

Standing at the front of the line, looking out at the distant walls, he fell into a long silence.

The tall burly man standing on the side had a much more ugly expression.

The goshawk-like eyes gradually changed from the initial anticipation and scorching heat to a cold and calm pool of stagnant water.

"Let's go."

Gu Prison breath said calmly, "It's over, it's time to retreat."

"That's what you call foolproof?"

Mu Lun turned his head to stare at the Ancient Prison Breath, and his eyes almost erupted with fire:

"I worked hard to get [Frost Heart] and fished you out of that disgusting, smelly cemetery, not to play with you."

"Before you say that, do you want to think about what you told me before?"

Ancient Prison Breath said coldly, "'The defenders of the Western Frontier are weak in defense, and it is absolutely impossible to resist your undead army?'

"Excuse me, is this what you call 'weakness?'"

"Their people killed [Hell Gate Spirits] instantly with a single sword, which is what you call 'weak strength?'"

"What do you think [Hell Gate Spirit] is a shrimp soldier and crab general?"

"Even if it is placed in the [Netherworld Purgatory], the [Hell Gate Spirit] is still an existence that cannot be opened."

"*** ......"

Mu Lun was angry, but he was speechless for a while because of the loss.

Gu Hell is right.

Before this battle began, he had indeed underestimated the strength of the [Western Frontiers].

As the former commander of the [Western Frontier Corps], he can be said to be very familiar with the overall strength of the western border of [Holy Grace City].

But who is this bastard who came out of nowhere and gave the [Hell Gate Spirit] to *** on the spot with a single sword?

He had only been out for a short time, when did the [Western Frontier Corps] have such powerful foreign aid?

"I don't care."

Mullen gritted his teeth, and a nameless fire rose in his stomach again:

"It's been 10 years...... It's been ten years!"

"Ten years, do you know how I've spent the past ten years!"

"Do you know what kind of eyes those high-ranking guys used to taunt me ten years ago when they drove me away like a defeated dog?"

Mullen roared like a lion, and even his back molars were almost crushed.

"I've been waiting for ten years for today, and you told me that there was no show?"

Mullen almost couldn't help but pull the collar of the ancient prison breath:

"I'm telling you, there's no turning back."

"Tonight, all my hole cards are on the table."

"I've gambled everything I have, and from that moment on I've been desperate for a dagger, and there is no place for me in the Duchy of Orenster."

"As a result, you're telling me now, retreat?"

Gu Prison Xi sneered and said:

"Or else?"

"If [Hell's Gate Spirits] can break through the western walls, I can pour into [the City of Divine Grace] with all my might."

"But now that we can't even touch the wall, am I going to go up and die?"

Boom!

Mullen drew his sword sharply.

In the next moment, the sharp blade of the sword was already on the neck of the ancient prison breath.

"I'll kill you!"

Mullen said with red eyes.

However, in the next moment, several necromantic soldiers immediately rushed forward and struggled to pull Muren away to protect the safety of the ancient prison.

"I just don't know what you're anxious about?"

Gu Prison Xi glanced at Mu Lun coldly:

"I only said retreat, did I say stop?"

Mullen was slightly stunned.

After Mu Lun, the fried-haired lion, gradually calmed down, Gu Prison Breath calmly said his next plan:

"Players in the Dongxia region like to say that 'you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.'"

"War is not football, and if you lose the first half, you have to get it back in the second half."

"We still have a lot of time, friend."

Gu Prison Xi patted Mu Lun's shoulder, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face:

"[The City of Grace] has no legs, it will always be there."

"But we—"

"You can come back at any time."