Immortal Space

In Wang Hong's consciousness, the Fumo Army had gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared eighty miles away.

"about there."

With the Demon Subduing Army leaving the battlefield, he no longer has any worries and can do whatever he wants.

Fight if you can, and run if you can't. As a cultivator of transformation, it won't be too difficult for him to escape.

Thinking of this, the sixty-four red flying swords in the air turned around and all attacked one of the Desolate people.

Seeing that all the flying swords that had entangled him had been withdrawn, the remaining fifth-rank desolate race immediately felt relieved, and swung the two giant hammers in his hands to smash them down at Wang Hong.

However, before he had time to be happy, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if someone had inserted a stick into his brain and disturbed him desperately.

The severe pain in his head made him lose consciousness completely for a while.

At this moment, Wang Hong flew to his side quietly with the black knife in his hand, as if he was still gesturing whether to cut horizontally or vertically.

Seeing this scene, another member of the Desolate race was anxious, and wanted to rescue them, but was entangled in the sixty-four flying swords, unable to escape at all.

Unless he is willing to give up his own life, which is impossible.

So he could only watch helplessly as Wang Hong made a gesture, and then cut the Desolate man into two symmetrical halves with a knife from top to bottom.

With this knife, the edge of the knife was smooth and there was no sense of blockage. He had hit this desolate beast with his natal flying sword before, but he could only make a small wound.

This time, he was able to split in half along with the primordial spirit in his body, so it should be impossible to save him.

Wang Hong beheaded a desolate race with the secret attack technique of divine sense, and put away the two halves of the desolate race's corpse, before turning his attention to the remaining fifth-order desolate beasts.

He found that although the physical body of the Desolate race was extremely powerful, even his talisman could hardly cause fatal damage to it.

So in the battle with the Desolate Race, although they can attack the Desolate Race in many cases, they may not be able to cause much damage to them.

But while the Desolate race has advantages, it also has great flaws. At the same level, their spiritual consciousness seems to be weaker than that of the human race and the monster race.

Wang Hong stared at the remaining member of the Desolate race, and suddenly felt something bad in his heart. He was thinking of saving his companion just now, but when Wang Hong looked at him, he panicked completely.

He didn't know what kind of secret technique Wang Hong had used just now, so that he could easily behead a fifth-order desolate race, and he even had time to figure out how to strike before beheading.

The strength of this companion is almost the same as his. If he is faced with the same mysterious power, he has no confidence that he can resist it.

Thinking of this, this Huangzu no longer had the will to fight, he saw a golden light all over his body suddenly, and when the golden light dissipated, the whole body of this Huangzu's skin had turned golden.

At this moment, several flying swords slashed at his body, but only made a few wounds less than half an inch deep.

Compared to the tall and tall people of the Desolate race, the mere half-inch deep wound was really insignificant.

This Desolate race didn't want to fight anymore, he had already used a secret method just now, which doubled his defense ability.

Once the secret method fades away, he can only be slaughtered.

So, against the attack of these more than sixty flying swords, he rushed out of the flying swords' encirclement and flew straight to the distance.

Seeing this, Wang Hong pierced the sharp awl that he had condensed with his spiritual consciousness in the dark towards this Desolate race.

Before the desolate man escaped from the range of Wang Hong's divine sense attack, he felt severe pain in his head, and his consciousness fell into a trance.

Then he was painlessly dismembered by Wang Hong and walked away easily.

After beheading the two fifth-tier desolate races, there were no other strong people in his direction.

At this time, he looked forward to the formation arranged by the Huangzu, and tried it out. If he got caught in it, it would be very troublesome.

The big formation blocked his consciousness, so he couldn't observe the situation inside the big formation, but even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that the monster alliance was deeply ambushed at the moment, and it would definitely be difficult.

Standing alone on the outer edge of the formation, he lifted the black knife and slashed towards the formation in front.

Hei Dao Zhan only made a small gap in the formation, and then slowly recovered.

Seeing this, he sacrificed the flying sword again and released the Golden Crow Fire within it. Under Wang Hong's control, a group of golden flames the size of a skull exploded directly on the formation.

The gap opened this time was actually wider than the one cut by the black knife before, and it was even more difficult to recover.

So he continued to use the Golden Crow Fire to open a gap in the formation, and then he left the battlefield without looking back, chasing in the direction where the Demon Subduing Army left.

In his consciousness, other deities of the Huangzu had already noticed this place, and he didn't want to fight with the Huangzu here for a long time, after all, this was their territory.

He has done his best to help the Shemale Alliance open a formation exit, after all, he is just a cannon fodder.

As for whether the cultivators of the Shemale Alliance can find this exit, it depends on their luck.

Wang Hong chased after him all the way, and when he was about to return to the Flying Fish Island Camp, he caught up with the Fumo Army.

The Demon Volunteer Army returned to the camp, causing a small commotion for a while.

First of all, what surprised everyone on the island was that the Voldemort Army had returned in full force, which made them unbelievable.

When the Voldemort Army set off, almost everyone believed that the Voldemort Army should have gone and never returned this time.

However, only the Demon Subduing Army returned this time, and the many elites of the two races, the monsters, who went with them, disappeared without a trace.

"Hu Jian, where is the army? Why are you the only ones returning?"

Hearing the return of the Fumo Army, a Huashen Yaoxiu who was stationed on Feiyu Island hurried out to inquire.

"Reporting to the elders, the army was trapped by the large formation set up by the Desolate Clan. At this moment, we are surrounded by the Desolate Clan. We were lucky enough not to be surrounded by the large formation, so we took the opportunity to escape back to the camp." Hu Jian replied honestly.

"There is such a thing, why didn't you rescue your comrades, but fled without authorization?"

This demon cultivator stared at Hu Jian with a cold gaze, as if he wanted to choose someone and devour him.

"This large formation is extremely mysterious, we can't break it, so we can only come back and send a message."

"Okay! I now order you to follow me to rescue my comrades again."

In an unquestionable tone, the Yaoxiu elder ordered the Demon Subduing Army to fight again.

"Reporting to Elder, my Demon Subduing Army has gone through several days of continuous hard fighting. At this moment, I am already exhausted and have no strength to fight anymore. Please Elder, please find another wise man."

"You are going to disobey!"

At this time, Elder Yaoxiu was full of vitality, and his coercion was released, covering the entire Demon Subduing Army.

And although the Fumo Army's cultivation base varies from high to low, the highest level is only the level of a fourth-order warrior.

Facing the coercion of Huashen at this time, although his face was ugly, no one wavered at all, gritted his teeth and supported.

They have long been accustomed to the coercion of various high-ranking monks, and they must persist in fighting in the face of coercion. This is what they have been practicing since childhood.