At this time, there was a wizard who accompanied the army and came over and directly spilled a bowl of blood under the flagpole of Da Min.

At the same time, blood was smeared on the snare drums.

The drum sounded again, with a strange power, shaking the blood and qi, faster and faster.

It also makes everyone's heartbeat follow the drum faster and more powerful!

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

Every soldier's heart beats faster, the blood boils, and the secretion of adrenaline begins to accelerate.

The soldiers, constantly approaching the enemy, went from slowly advancing, to trotting, and then to charging.

The originally well-formed team collapsed at this moment, and it crashed like a tsunami, invincible!

As the commander of the whole army, Wang Zhenling hated this feeling.

Because after casting the spell like this, all the soldiers were completely occupied by fanaticism, and it also made it useless to command these things in formation.

The feeling of this detachment out of control is terrible.

But I have to say that at this time, the attack power shown by the entire army is incomparably powerful.

Like a wild horse that has escaped, it is like a flood that breaks its banks.

Furious, unstoppable, overwhelm everything that comes ahead!

And those foreign armies who had also recovered from the chaos panicked at this time in the midst of this violent attack.

The attack of Wang Zhenling's army was completely a wave, without any level or organization.

Almost the cavalry and infantry just charged out together!

In front of any commander-in-chief, such an attack is not qualified!

However, it is also the most violent.

Punch the master to death!

Not to mention, the army of the southern battalion under Wang Zhenling was almost twice that of the foreign army.

The Outland armies crumbled under such unconscionable and violent attacks.

Didn't last until ten minutes!

The army of 70,000 foreign lands went from panic to chaos and panic again.

Eventually, the army collapsed and fled in all directions!

Then, they were hunted down.

No one thought that among the three battlefields, the first one to distinguish the winner was actually the humanitarian battlefield.

And from beginning to end, it was a charge, and the enemy failed!

The humanitarian battlefield seems to be the most insignificant of the three.

However, with the victory on the humanitarian battlefield, everything suddenly had a ripple effect.

In particular, more than a dozen flame gods on the canopy flew down, wanting to interfere in the battlefield.

However, before it fell, it was entangled in the bloody aura that rose to the sky, and it let out a terrified scream, and turned into ashes in mid-air.

At this time, the victory of the army and the pursuit of the enemy by victory is the moment when the morale is the highest, the killing intent is the most high, and the blood is the most boiling.

At this time, the bloody qi not only recovered to its peak, but even surpassed it.

In this way, these dozen or so flame gods of five or six zhang flew down, and naturally they turned into ashes under the impact of blood.

More flame gods rushed down, and forty or fifty flame gods below ten zhang descended, wanting to break through the bloody evil and interfere on the battlefield.

However, they were not Middle-earth gods after all, and they didn't know the power of blood.

The killing intent of hundreds of thousands of troops, as well as the evil qi that kills the enemy, the bloody aura composed of all kinds of breaths, no god would break through like this!

That's self-defeating.

As soon as the bright flame body came into contact with the blood, it was turned into blood-colored vipers and pythons by the blood, drilling towards the bodies of these gods.

Or even dragged towards the abyss of death.

Such a tragic move suppressed those flame gods for a while.

Even though they had already seen that in this way, a lot of the bloody qi had been consumed.

If they have dozens of hundreds of flame gods rushing down.

Even those more powerful, tens of hundreds of zhang flame gods descended directly, and they would definitely be able to break through the bloody demon and interfere with the victory or defeat of the battlefield.

But for a moment, these flame gods were really frightened!

It's like the difference between fighting to the death on the battlefield and storming a minefield and being blown up and killed.

The problem now is that they don't know how many gods they need to fill in before they can break the blood.

For a moment, there was an eerie silence on the battlefield!

But Wang Zhenling's heart was uneasy, and no one knew it better than him.

The Blood Evil Qi had been reduced to less than half, and those Flame Spirits could break through the Blood Demon at any time.

At that time, only the enemy will be left to slaughter on this battlefield.

By this time in the battle, the number of falls on both sides was extremely high.

Of the Golden Edict Gods on the side of the Dongchen World, there are less than three hundred of the Kaifu Immortals left, and at least thirty or fifty have fallen.

And the Flame Gods have also fallen hundreds!

Coupled with the thirty or forty flame gods who had just broken through the bloody and fallen spirits, their losses were even greater.

But no matter what, those flame gods still have the upper hand, and they have the advantage in numbers!

If you continue to fight like this, you will still suffer from the Dacheng world!

"Come out, Qingdi, at this time, it's time for you to make a move. If you don't make a move, you should know the consequences!"

The voice of the Red Emperor suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, rumbling and echoing, as if representing the voice of heaven and earth.

Even if the Qing Emperor was calculated, he was ambushed and injured in the earlier battle,

However, at this time, it was impossible not to make a move.

If he doesn't make a move, Dacheng will lose the world, even if he is the Green Emperor, he will not want to be alone.

Even if the Dacheng World wins, if he loses the will of the world, or the favor of the Heavenly Dao, he may be deprived of the position of emperor and fall.

Therefore, at this time, since the Red Emperor spoke, the Green Emperor must make a move at this time.

He sneered: "Red Emperor, didn't you make a move? At this time, it's time to see you make a move!"

The Red Emperor laughed, knowing that the Qing Emperor said this, in fact, he had promised to make a move.

At this time, it is no longer clumsy, and it is really a shot.

A red heavenly palace emits immeasurable light, which makes many powerful gods and immortals lose their color.

It seems that even the great sun in the sky has lost its shining light.

The next moment, I don't know how.

The flames on the bodies of those outland flame gods in the air suddenly fluctuated, and the weak ones extinguished one after another, extinguishing the light like candles.

Then it was blown by the wind and turned directly into black ash, blowing without leaving any trace.

In the blink of an eye, all those flame gods below ten zhang fell, and the light was extinguished, turning into black ashes.

Even those gods who were more than ten zhang old were affected by many of them, and they retreated in horror, and they stabilized the flames on their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the flame gods below three hundred and ten zhang fell.

The flames on the bodies of the gods who were more than ten feet old also began to stir.

Everyone was fascinated, is this the power of the Red Emperor?