He motioned to the crowd not to act rashly, while he himself cautiously probed the source of the fluctuation.

Every step is like walking on the tip of a needle, and every heartbeat may be the last beat.

They are so vigilant, so careful, that in this world full of crises, they can only rely on each other's wisdom and courage to get through every difficulty.

Yebai and his companions crawled behind the rocks on the edge of the desert, trying their best to hide their breath.

But at this moment, a strong demonic aura swept in abruptly like the silence before the storm.

Their tense nerves were about to break, as if the thread of fate was about to be severed by this sudden turn of events.

The leading Demon Lord, a rare fiery giant among the Demon Clan, walked heavily, making the earth tremble slightly with every step he took that fell.

His eyes flowed like magma, revealing bottomless cruelty and greed.

And those four general-level demons are like his loyal hounds, and their low roars and tense muscles on their bodies challenge this dead and silent continent.

Their appearance was not accidental, apparently searching for something, or someone.

The demon team continued to advance, getting closer and closer to Yebai's hiding place.

Everyone's heartbeat became unusually clear at this moment, and even the dust in the air seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, the tip of one of the general's ears twitched, and he turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing through the cracks in the rock, glaring straight in the direction where Yebai was hiding.

Yebai's heart sank to the bottom, he knew that there was no way back from such a confrontation, they had to make a choice, whether to fight or flee, everything was in an instant.

The strength of their own team is uneven.

It was not a surprise to be discovered.

At this time, Pan Letian clenched the long knife, and his eyes flashed with determination.

The pheasant also seemed to sense the tension, and his usually funny little eyes were unusually fierce at the moment.

The tip of Pan Letian's sword trembled slightly, as if sensing the impending bloody rain.

The pheasant's feathers were slightly puffed, and although there was no Pan Letian's weapon, his sharp claws and fierce determination should not be underestimated.

In particular, he absorbed the essence of phoenix blood, and at this moment, his blood was bursting and he became more eager to try.

Pan Ling'er and Xue'er glanced at each other, silently connecting with each other - they both knew that no matter what, they must support Yebai and face this sudden crisis.

Immediately after, Yebai slowly stood up, his movements were slow, but full of unyielding firmness.

Behind him, Pan Lotian and the pheasant were ready for battle.

The air was filled with dust and tension, as if even the wind was freezing at this moment.

"If it's a war, it's a fight!" Yebai's voice was low and firm, and his gaze looked directly at the leading fiery giant, as if he was challenging fate.

The Demon Warlords seemed to have captured this indomitable will, and there was a wild smile in their expressions.

The Blazing Giant Lord let out a low snort, a voice that contained endless contempt and indifference, and he clearly didn't pay attention to the few aliens in front of him.

Yebai knows that he wants to talk to the demons.

You have to take down the other person first.

At this moment, Pan Letian exhaled softly, which was a breath that gathered all his internal strength.

A slight gesture ensued, signaling that his power was about to explode!

The Blazing Giant Lord was the first to attack, and with a wave of his big hand, the temperature in the air instantly increased, and a magma-like heat surged towards the Night White Lord.

Pan Lotian stepped out in one step, and the strong fist wind smashed out; The pheasant scurried to the side, its seemingly inconspicuous small body exuding incredible speed and agility that interfered with the enemy's vision.

Standing in the middle of the rocky battlefield, his eyes leaping with flames, he knew that now was not the time to negotiate, but the time to show his strength.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands, the power in his body like an awakened beast, ready to tear apart all restraints.

As Yebai exhaled deeply, the aura in the air seemed to vibrate.

He closed his eyes, and the power in his body flowed along the meridians, each cycle making the power more condensed.

When he opened his eyes again, it was a different sight: his figure seemed to expand, resonating with the world around him, as if he could hear the breath of the gods of ancient times.

At this time, Yebai had already entered a mysterious state, and the ancient barbarian magic technique he cultivated was not only a strength technique, but also an ancient combat philosophy.

Every move and style contains the fighting intent and charm of the ancient barbarian god, and has the power to destroy the withering and decaying.

At this moment, he needs a one-hit kill.

Once you do it yourself, you must not procrastinate.

When the leader of the demon team saw this scene, the frenzy in his eyes was slightly solemn.

He could feel the power unleashed by Yebai, a presence that threatened them.

But the demons have always been known for their bravery, and he will not back down because of this, but will take the lead in launching a more violent attack.

The battle was imminent.

Pan Letian's every shot was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, his fists were to the flesh, his feet shook the ground, and every blow made the demon generals feel horrified.

They didn't expect that this seemingly young human would also be able to burst out with such terrifying power.

The pheasant next to him saw Pan Lotian so heroic, spreading his wings and singing high, as if he was cheering for Pan Lotian in his own way.

The pheasant's feathers flickered with faint flames under the catalysis of the power of the bloodline, as if absorbing the purest yang energy in heaven and earth.

In the past, it was just a shadow of the white of the night, but now, it has become a presence on the battlefield that should not be underestimated.

Each flap of the pheasant's wings seemed to stir up a spark, and its agile form weaved between its enemies, leaving behind blazing shadows.

Every time its sharp beak hits an enemy, a demon warrior falls to the ground with a wail, its claws like steel, cutting through enemy defenses like breaking fragile branches.

Its blood-red eyes reflected the majesty and domineering of the phoenix, as if whispering its own legend.

At the same time, Yebai stood beside him, his eyes calm, observing every detail of the battlefield.

He knew that this battle could not be delayed for too long, otherwise it would most likely attract more unnecessary trouble.

So, when Pan Lotian and the pheasant were fighting side by side, he chose to shoot at a critical moment.

Yabai's movements were swift and decisive, and he swept across the battlefield like a ghost, leaving only a trail of phantoms.

When he faced the leader of the demon clan, he threw a punch, without any fancy skills, only a heavy mountain of strength.

With this punch, the demon leader flew out upside down as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, and fell heavily to the ground, rolling up a cloud of dust.