If Zhai Hongbo hadn't moved out of that step just now, he might have been beaten half-naked by Ding Ju at this moment.

Although he paid the price of an arm, at least his life was temporarily saved.

The blow failed to kill Zhai Hongbo, and Ding Ju looked a little annoyed.

A mere Six Tribulations Saint King was able to escape several times in his hands, which was a situation that Ding Ju had never thought of before.

You must know that if this matter was put in the past, a person like Zhai Hongbo would have been able to smash at least a dozen of them to death with this hammer.

It won't take a quarter of an hour or so to hunt down a very seriously injured person like now.

This kind of thing is simply an unacceptable shame for Ding Ju, who has always felt like himself.

"Old thing, I'm going to kill you today!"

Thinking of this, Ding Ju stepped on the broken arm on the ground, and chased Zhai Hongbo again with a fierce face.

On the top of Haojie City, Xue Wei was bowing slightly and standing with the middle-aged black-robed envoy to watch the battle.

"Haha, Lord Envoy, it seems that today's battle will not be necessary for your Saint Crystal Cannon!"

Seeing that the battle situation below was gradually developing towards the favorable side of the Haojie Alliance, Xue Wei was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "Oh, Lord Ding really deserves to be the supreme genius of our Netherworld Sect, tsk, those wretches of the Brotherhood Alliance are not enough for Lord Ding to fight alone!"

"Master Xue Meng, your knowledge is really shallow!"

The middle-aged envoy squinted at Xue Wei, with a hint of disdain in his expression: "Ding Ju's strength can only be regarded as acceptable, and there are at least tens of thousands of people who are stronger than him in my sect!"

This is not the nonsense of the middle-aged envoy, the Netherworld Sect has a long heritage, and the disciples who have developed only on the Soul Heaven Continent have only received it in the last few years.

On the side of the Soul Heaven Continent, the main force of the Netherworld Sect is basically composed of traversers.

Because of the system, the strength of the traverser is much stronger than that of a monk of the same level.

However, not all monks are not as powerful as the traversers.

At least in the Nether Sect headquarters in the Ghost Continent, there are still many top-notch demons, which can be compared to the combat power of the traverser.

These demons of the Nether Sect are almost all rare geniuses in the world, and cross-god level battles are commonplace.

The best of them can even leapfrog more than one level of strength on the standard of god-level combat power.

Therefore, compared with the Ghost Continent with many strong people, the overall strength of the monks in the Soul Heaven Continent and even the Secret Realm of Xudu is not worth mentioning at all.

Even if the ten holy lands joined forces, it was impossible to shake the Nether Sect on the Ghost Continent.

After all, the Ghost Continent is the center of this world, and the Nether Sect is the only overlord-level force on the Ghost Continent.

"What......? Tens of thousands?"

Xue Wei froze directly when he heard this, and his brain roared.

He didn't expect the true strength of the Nether Sect to be so terrifying!

A master like Ding Ju, in Xue Wei's eyes, is simply an immortal talent!

Looking at the entire human race in the secret realm of Xudu, there are probably only a few dozen people who can be stronger than Ding Ju.

And those dozens of people are basically ethereal predecessors and masters, and they belong to the kind of existence that has not been born for tens or hundreds of years.

As long as a master like that can run out, he can stomp his feet casually, and there will be a big shock in the secret realm of Xudu!

At this moment, Xue Wei's expression was horrified, he couldn't imagine at all what a terrifying force the Netherworld Sect would be, with tens of thousands of people as strong as Ding Ju!

What's more, listening to the meaning of the middle-aged envoy, Ding Ju is only at an average level among the tens of thousands of powerhouses!

Hiss!

Xue Wei only felt a chill rising above his head, and secretly congratulated himself that he had followed the right master.

Otherwise, when the main force of the Netherworld Sect descended on the secret realm of Xudu, he might not even know how he died.

"That man...... It should be the top of the Demon Sect, right?

Su Fan, who was hidden in the void, looked at the middle-aged envoy at the head of the city, dragged his chin and thought: "However, it is only a little strength, and it is completely vulnerable in front of me!"

Boom! Boom!

At this moment, a cloud of dust was lifted from the distant ground, and an army rushed in from afar.

On the body of every warrior in the army, the silver armor shone in the scorching sun.

The clusters of light were connected together, from far to near, piercing everyone's eyes.

"It's finally here!"

The corners of Su Fan's mouth raised a smile, this new army was the alliance that made him wait for a long time!

"Master Xue Meng, immediately order Mingjin to withdraw his troops!"

At the head of the city, the middle-aged envoy who noticed the movement of the Cangsheng Alliance's alliance said decisively.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Xue Wei also saw that the Cangsheng Alliance alliance had arrived, and he knew that the people of the Cangsheng Alliance would definitely seize the opportunity to immediately enter the battle.

And if the army of the Haojie Alliance continues to fight with the army of the Brotherhood Alliance, then it will definitely be involved.

Clank! Clank!

The crisp sound of gold resounded on the high head of Haojie City, and quickly spread throughout the entire battlefield.

The monks of the two sides who were fighting frantically slowly came to their senses after hearing the sound of Mingjin at this moment.

As a result, the monks on the side of the Haojie Alliance began to withdraw from the battle in large numbers like the waters of the ebbing tide.

However, although the people of the Haojie League are retreating, the people of the Brotherhood Alliance have no intention of letting go of the enemy.

Many of the generals of the Brotherhood took the lead, guiding the monks under their command to rush towards the gates of Haojie City.

"What?

On the other side of the battlefield, Ding Ju, who was about to catch up with Zhai Hongbo, heard the sound of gold from the city wall, and couldn't help but stop.

"Damn, it's just one step away!"

Ding Ju said unwillingly.

Although Ding Ju wanted to run a few more steps to catch up with Zhai Hongbo, he would directly kill the other party.

But Ding Ju knew very well that this order to withdraw the troops of Ming Jin was definitely not given by Xue Wei, the puppet alliance leader.

Rather, it came from his immediate boss, the man called the Underworld.

"Hmph, old thing, count yourself lucky this time!"

Ding Ju glanced at Zhai Hongbo with hatred, then turned around, bounced a few steps in succession, and withdrew from the edge of the battlefield.

And Zhai Hongbo basically only has the strength to breathe at this moment.

Zhai Hongbo lay on the ground, crawling with one right hand with only one perseverance.

A long blood trail dragged out from under his body, and the state of the whole person can only be described in one tragic word.

In the distance, as the last of the Heroes retreated into the city, the gates quickly closed.

Seeing the enemy fleeing, the monks of the Brotherhood sat on the ground exhausted, their expressions full of sorrow and anger.

The corpses of the monks of both sides were littered outside the city, but the Brotherhood's losses were more than double that of the Haojie League.

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