Demon Suppression Pass.

Xiangliu roared, and the huge snake tail continued to slam into the ground, smashing out holes one after another.

Dark green blood dripped onto the ground and melted into the swamp.

It emits turquoise smoke.

He looked at the stalemate battlefield in the distance and roared.

I don't seem to understand.

Why is it said that the rebellion in Jiangcheng has swept the demon pass inside, and there has been no movement so far.

The Terrans, as expected, are all cunning.

But now that such a big offensive has been organized, if it retreats, there will be no explanation within the Demon Domain.

Gotta win.

For a while, Xiangliu's offensive became more and more fierce.

But Zhong Yushu is still as immobile as a mountain.

The golden eagle that was dragged in the distance let out a piercing chirp, and several high-ranking members of the Ink Academy were all injured.

But according to this progress, it can be delayed for at least half an hour.

Seeing this scene, Sang-ryu became even more urgent.

……

Ink City.

"How's it going?"

Sun Yingying was a little distracted, and asked tiredly after a while.

"According to the news from the front, it is a stalemate."

The middle-aged man put down the phone in his hand and said.

Nodding slightly: "yes, got it." ”

Middle-aged withdrew.

Sun Yingying got up, sighed lightly, took out his mobile phone, found a number and dialed it: "Let's start." ”

hung up the phone, and his face was already full of helplessness: "Sitting in the rear, it's really a little panicked." ”

……

In the deep mountains not far from the Demon Pass.

A strong man put down his phone, clenched his fists and waved, a little excited.

Turn around.

Behind him was the mountain of people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the reserve has been sharpening his sword for two years, and today... Bright Sword! ”

"Maybe this time, you won't be able to climb the demon pass in that town."

"But it may be possible to fight for the Terrans for a year of good health!"

"Climb over this mountain, go around behind the demon clan, and attack back and forth, let them know.."

Taking a deep breath, the strong man's expression was solemn, and his voice kept echoing in the mountains: "Whoever violates my human race demon control will be killed!" ”

"Whoever commits the Demon Control of my Terran Race will be killed!"

"Whoever commits the Demon Control of my Terran Race will be killed!"

The sound reverberated through the mountains and forests.

The strong man took the lead, and with the countless reserves behind him, shuttled through the jungle and disappeared.

With an unstoppable momentum.

Is it dangerous to break out of the Demon Suppression Pass?

Dangerous.

Aren't they clear?

Clear.

But in the end, I went, without fear, without flinching.

Even if you can't walk the road of inheritance of the fire, you can't see the scenery of the demon pass.

The counterattack from the Terrans began completely from this moment.

……

Outside the Demon Suppression Pass.

Looking at the crowd that suddenly rushed out from a distance, the demon clan fell into chaos.

The battlefield is like a meat grinder, with corpses and flesh everywhere.

The sound of fighting continued.

Growl incessantly.

"Sang-ryu, you're defeated!"

"After so many demon clans died, wait for the judgment from the demon domain after you go back!"

"Maybe your position as the mountain lord of Zeshan can't sit still!"

Zhong Yushu laughed, and the spear stabbed down.

Xiangliu roared unwillingly: "Killing you is just as meritorious!" ”

"Golden eagle, help me!"

"Even if you are desperately injured, you will kill him Zhong Yushu today."

Murderous intent boiling.

The golden eagle's eyes were sharp, and with the waving of its wings, it swept away the crowd around him and rushed towards Zhong Yushu.

But...

The blood dragon swept its tail, but when it stopped the golden eagle in an instant, it was entangled by everyone again, and it could only let out an angry cry.

……

Frontier City.

As the situation continues to take over, there are fewer and fewer cultists who can rush over.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

For the rest of my life, the pressure on the tail of the crane is much less, and even if I am seriously injured, it is still unstoppable.

According to the current progress, as long as it drags on for a few more minutes, the battlefield can be fully taken over by the old students of the Ink Academy.

And a few minutes...

Do it.

Perhaps, he survived.

Suddenly, in the corner of the crane, I saw a young man in the corner, with a low sense of presence, and even approached the main entrance of the Ink Academy.

"Stop him!"

With a violent roar, the tail of the crane rushed in that direction.

"Damn it!"

The young man cursed secretly, a gloom flashed in his eyes, and a terrifying aura of energy suddenly erupted on his body, speeding towards the main entrance of the academy.

And at the main entrance, there are still a few people in Sun Wen...

"Kill these new students, even if that guy doesn't die, my mission is complete!"

"Maybe there's a chance..."

"Go search for the treasure of Namo Academy."

His eyes flickered, and there was a wisp of murderous aura in the young man's eyes.

For the sake of caution, the awakening object was not revealed, but the posture of the four senses was undoubtedly revealed.

The strongest in the field.

There are already old students in the distance who have noticed that something is wrong, but there is no way to support them in the entanglement of the opponent.

Even for the rest of his life, he has to stop those crazy cult members.

At the end of the crane, he was the last person.

"Four Senses..."

"Is it still the case after all?"

The tail of the crane smiled bitterly, suddenly picked up speed, and arrived first when Zongren was about to rush to the gate.

"Get out of here!"

Zongren's eyes were cold, and under the drumming of energy, he slapped his palm on the shoulder of the tail of the crane, knocking it upside down and flying out, spewing out a blood mist from his mouth.

But his own steps stopped.

The moment he fell to the ground, the tail of the crane took advantage of the situation to turn over, his face was as pale as paper, but he stood up again and staggered in front of everyone.

"Senior!"

Sun Wen gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall to stand up, but in the end he was still powerless to sit down again.

Da Bai was lying on the ground, his white hair had already been dyed red, staring at Zong Ren fiercely, and roaring threateningly.

"Look for death!"

Zong Ren's eyes were sharp, he glanced at the surrounding situation, his figure flashed, and a dagger was already inserted into the abdomen of the tail of the crane.

"Two left..."

muttered, and slapped Sun Wen with another palm.

Zhao Zicheng's eyes were blood-red, he gritted his teeth, and used his last energy to summon the sandbag phantom and block it in front of Sun Wen.

The sandbags dissipated in an instant.

And this palm fell on Sun Wen's chest.

But after all, it slowed down a little.

Sun Wen snorted and passed out.

Zhao Zicheng's eyes were blood-red, and he stared at Zong Ren's face fiercely: "I, Zhao Zicheng, will not die today, and I will kill you in the future!" ”

"Zhao Zicheng?"

"Worth the money."

Zongren stepped forward again, and his palm fell.

It was too late to see if Zhao Zicheng was dead or not, and he had already rushed towards the Ink Academy.

Murder, a handy thing.

At most, it is an excuse to save your life in the event of an accident.

What really made him care about it was what the Ink Academy had that was worth looking forward to in the Pantheistic Sect.

When you get your hands on it, you can be regarded as truly invincible.

You can even rely on this great merit to compete with the goddess.

That's the real rise.

But...

Footsteps paused.

A pair of bloodied hands grabbed at his ankles.