When the last of the largest sea-swallowing whales wailed and was completely eaten by the dense demon insects, the great array finally reached the time when the oil ran out.

The witch sat between the demon's eyebrows without saying a word, frowning at all this in front of her.

Now she doesn't even need to make a move, just with the heavy pressure of so many demon insects' bodies, it is enough to crush the withered array.

However, the witch was very colorless, and although after a hard battle, she finally broke through this turtle-like thing, but it seemed that the expected victory did not come, but made the truth even more confusing.

She stood up, and the large array of demonic insects poured in, biting at the scattered corpses.

Compared to the huge price she paid, such a small victory was even more glaring than defeat.

The witch walked slowly into the middle of the formation with a cold face, looked around at the last remaining undamaged formation patterns around, and observed it carefully.

Finally, slowly, her frosty face began to thaw, and she even laughed more and more.

The laughter sounded like a tremor that she could no longer suppress, and even in the end, she was no longer laughing, but a wild laugh mixed with a roar.

This terrifying laughter also made the demon insects around her stop their eating instincts, and squirmed outside, as if they would explode and die if they heard more of this laughter.

It wasn't until a long time later that the witch gradually stopped laughing and calmed down.

She stared coldly at all this in front of her, as if she wanted to completely imprint such a shame into her bone marrow.

She trembled with anger, but it calmed her down.

The surrounding demon insects also gathered at her will, hovering at her feet.

She waved her hand violently, and the words that popped out between her teeth seemed to carry the coldest chill in the depths of the glacier: "Search for me, even if you search through Jixia City, you must find them for me!"

In the secret room, the array disk that everyone was staring at completely lost its brilliance, and then shattered into countless petals. They understood that the urging had come to the door.

How you hope that there will be a miracle now, suddenly a seven-colored cloud flies, and there is a hero standing on it, but it is a pity that only one of the heroes has always been himself, not others. Because the hero is burdened with sacrifice, infamy, and incomprehension.

It is only when a hero dies that it is possible to get a trace of appreciation, understanding and praise from people, but even if there are not many heroes who can receive such honor, many more heroes are still unknown even until they die, and the real heroes obviously don't care about this.

A monk stared nervously at the vigilant formation, and soon, there were fluctuations on the other side of the formation, one, two, three, more and more demon insects found their traces.

The witch stood in the back hall of the City Lord's Mansion and watched all this coldly.

She looked at the ingenious mechanism and wonderful idea that was enough to make people breathtaking, and she had to begin to admit that it was no one else who was preventing her from discovering the truth, but herself.

I still underestimated these mortals too much, so much so that I only realized that this delicate mechanism with no trace of aura fluctuations at all was the core.

Not to mention the deep location of these traps, there are even a large number of spirit absorbing stones as cover. I have to say that the kitsch ideas in the middle are eye-opening.

But so what? The witch snorted coldly in her heart, in the face of absolute strength and strength, these are just pitiful and meaningless like mantis arms blocking the car. Just like winter snow is to midsummer, raindrops are to the sea, and there will be no trace of dissipation after all.

Moreover, how long can such efforts be delayed? How many hours, or days, or more than ten days?

For a top-level existence in such a level as Desire Demon, for such a long lifeform, the time of these days or even ten days is simply no different from the moment of a snap of a finger.

For beings like them, more attention is paid to those eternal truths or the meaning of eternal life that shines with the sun and the moon, the vicissitudes of the sea, and the sea is dry and rotten.

Only these are the ambitions worth seeing, and only these are the aspirations that make the heart of the gods flutter.

The rest of these things are just candy on top of desserts.

In the eyes of the gods, many of humanity's intrigues, intrigues, cunning, calculations, malice, and deceit are all mere games of trickery.

Without the support of absolute power, these things are like flowers with dried rhizomes, which look bright and dripping, but they are doomed to a withering end.

It seems that now, the witch has to admit that the plan is hidden and clever enough, but that's all.

In the face of absolute strength, such a scheme is not only worthless, but also consumes the last patience of oneself.

The end result of these schemes is not only that she can't help them, but even because she has succeeded in angering herself through these things, she will not mind letting them enjoy a little more pain when she inflicts the grace of death on these people.

In her view, the whole point of these schemes and means was that.

In the secret room, everyone was in place, and the entire formation controlled together was like a small boat fighting in the vast ocean.

And everyone even sadly discovered that no matter how good their fighting skills were, no matter how superb they were, no matter how wise they were, they still couldn't escape the fate of being swallowed by the ocean in the end.

"Thunder!" one of the monks shouted loudly, and the other two monks hurriedly turned a thick lightning bolt to his side, and in an instant, layers of demonic insects were brushed down with a wail.

The crowd didn't even have time to rejoice, and the other side shouted, "Quick! ”

The two monks hurriedly controlled another huge flame to burn over, and burned the layers of demonic insects on the other side into flying ashes.

Sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads, and in just one day, the demon worms had broken through the defenses as many as three times. If it weren't for Qian Yunsheng leading everyone to risk death to beat the demon worm back, I'm afraid they would have really been bitten by the demon worm, and they would have collapsed long ago.

But even so, the situation is rapidly collapsing.

Everyone was horrified to find that after so many days had passed, the demon insects seemed to have mutated, and some of them could even lie on the formation and gulp the aura on the formation to suck away the spiritual energy on the formation.

This is also the reason why at the beginning, the formation that was quite strong was broken through continuously. These cunning insects took a bite and then desperately drilled into it, and the madness was as if they had seen the sweetest and most beautiful object.

Just like the one just now, the powerful spells like thunder and fire can temporarily block the insect's erosion.

But in this way, everyone had to frequently mobilize powerful attack formations to clear the invasion of the formation by the mutant demon insects lying on the formation.

This also caused the stored spirit stones to be quickly consumed, and in just one day, it was reduced by one-fifth.

"Hurry, hurry!" everyone shouted, and the spirit stones were lifted out of the depths of the secret room in and out, pouring them into the core like backward water, and then they were completely squeezed dry by the formation and finally turned into flying ashes.

Qian Yunsheng also joined in and worked hard to transport, and now everyone is an important guardian force.

But when no one noticed, he had already laid out his own means in the key places of the entire secret room.

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Leisurely literature, let the soul travel!

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