Fifty thousand Plague Soldiers!
A Plague Emperor!
This was fucking Mount Xiong crushing down on their heads!
No matter how many Divine Fire Stones they had, they could not win.
Sick Demons could borrow each other's momentum.
The more Sick Demons moved out together,
the more terrifying the momentum formed by the disease energy condensing around them became.
Under normal circumstances, one Divine Fire Stone could kill four Sick Demons.
Fifty thousand Plague Soldiers meant ten thousand Divine Fire Stones.
But reality was nothing like that.
When fifty thousand Sick Demons gathered together,
the disease energy around them could almost condense into tangible plague clouds.
Unless they had an utterly massive quantity of Divine Fire Stones,
their effectiveness would be greatly weakened!
"Old Master, Second Master, do you have any ideas?" Xiao Chen shook his head and looked at the Redhorn Dragon Toad.
"Young Master, the Sick Demons are risking everything this time. Even we can at most hold them back and kill some minor fry; we cannot stop them all!" Old Master said.
Sick Demons had incredibly high resistance.
Only flames could restrain them!
They could be suppressed, but they were difficult to kill.
"If I make a move, can I kill them?" Xiao Chen asked.
"Chen-di, have you gone mad? That's fifty thousand Plague Soldiers and a Demon Emperor! Even if you possess an Exotic Flame, you can't possibly be their match!" Xu Potian cried in alarm.
He suspected something had gone wrong with Xiao Chen's mind.
He actually wanted to take on fifty thousand Sick Demons alone?
"That's right, young friend Xiao Chen. The enemies are far too strong this time; this is not something you can interfere in!" Wu Sande advised as well.
Xiao Chen said nothing, merely looking into Old Master's eyes.
Qiongqi had fallen