Bone-Eroding Abyss deep, within the realm.
Wang Du spit out one word.
"Fall!"
Say it, follow it!
Rumble--!!!
The dark cloud covering the entire "Ten Thousand Trees Prison" field instantly turned into a furious thunder pool.
Dozens of purple-black thunderbolts that were so thick that it made people tremble, carrying the aura of divine punishment that would annihilate all things, they blasted into the endless dark green branches like spears of punishment thrown by the gods!
Tsk--!
Wherever the lightning strikes, thousands of trees turn to ashes.
The branches of the tree demon, which are as tough as divine iron, are as fragile as rotten wood in front of the thunder that contains the power of law.
In just an instant, a huge hole covering hundreds of feet was torn open from within the dryad's domain.
Immediately afterwards, the hole was filled with endless lightning, turning into a purple-black ocean of thunder.
The huge body of the tree demon was completely submerged by the sea of thunder.
"Wang Du! How dare you kill me?!"
From the depths of the Thunder Sea, the tree demon roared with fear and anger.
Its voice no longer had the calmness and majesty it had before, only pure rage and a trace of... fear remained.
Wang Du stood expressionless, holding a knife, and stared at the surging sea of thunder with cold eyes.
Kill you?
No, I'm just telling you to shut up.
He knew in his heart that Heaven Realm Fifth Level's great vegetation demon had incredible vitality.
If you want to completely destroy the opponent, it will be impossible without three to five hours.
All he wants to do is to inflict heavy damage.
Nail this obstructive nail Dead Land right here so that he can free up his hands to deal with the real cancer Duke's Residence.
But this also takes time.
Wang Du's eyes seemed to have penetrated the barriers of the field, looking in the direction of Qing Prefecture City, and a trace of imperceptible solemnity flashed in his heart.
Hope... it's still not too late.
Meanwhile, Duke Chen's Residence.
The war situation has fallen into a strange stalemate.
"Azure Lotus Sword Formation!"
Li Ping's old master screamed, and under the control of her spiritual thoughts, more than a dozen flying swords turned into a blooming blue lotus. Sword Qi criss-crossed, trapping the controlled Yao Ming in it, constantly cutting his mummified body.
On the other side, Abbot Yuanxin sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures, with a broken shadow of King Ming looming behind him.
He did not forcefully take action again, but turned the power of Buddha Yuan into a golden halo, blessing it on Commander Liu and several other Demon Suppression Bureau strong men, helping them quickly recover from their injuries while resisting the erosion of the blood mist.
The three of Commander Liu have stood up again and joined forces with several masters from the Azure Sword Manor, barely fighting against Chen Xiaotian and his two fearless puppets and two demon servants.
Boom!
Commander Liu punched a demon servant away, but as soon as the demon servant hit the ground, surging blood mist poured into its body. Most of its injuries recovered instantly, and it roared at him again.
"Damn it!" Commander Liu cursed secretly, his expression extremely ugly.
They seemed to have the upper hand, suppressing the Chen Xiaotian side.
But whether it is Yuanxin or Li Ping, there is no joy in the heart, but it becomes more and more heavy.
Because they could clearly feel that the blood mist that enveloped the entire Duke's Residence was still expanding outward at a slow but determined speed.
Just now, a City Guard Army soldier who was responsible for guarding the perimeter accidentally touched the edge of the blood mist with the heel of his left foot.
The whole person, without even uttering a scream, turned into a shriveled corpse in front of everyone, with all the energy and spirit drained from his body.
This blood mist is a growing furnace of life!
What makes them feel even more heart palpitated is...
Until now, the initiator of all this, Chen Wei, who was supposed to be the general Great Qin, has never really taken action.
He was like a spectator sitting at the top of the theater, admiring everything on the stage with great interest.
This calmness is the ultimate form of oppression.
Duke's Residence A hundred miles away from the battlefield, in an unknown underground stone temple.
Zhou Tong was sitting on a high platform, with a mirror made of blood floating in front of him, which clearly reflected the battle situation in the mansion.
He looked at the anxious battle situation and the increasingly solemn expressions on the faces of Yuanxin and others, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a cold, controlled arc.
Fight.
Just fight to your heart's content.
The more intense the consumption, the better.
He raised his hand and glanced at a blood-colored jade pendant that was shining slightly in his palm.
That was the rallying beacon for all the teams under his command.
According to the plan, within a stick of incense, hundreds of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall elites scattered throughout Qing Province will all arrive outside Qing Prefecture City.
At that time, when he gives the order, these hungry wolves will pounce on the city whose defenses are empty due to the Duke's Residence chaos.
Chen Family father and son have attracted everyone's attention, and he will pick the sweetest fruit.
Transform the entire Qing Prefecture City into an unprecedented...Flesh and Blood Furnace!
It's almost time.
Zhou Tong's eyes moved away from the blood light mirror and fell on the jade pendant, preparing to receive the news of the arrival of the first batch of teams.
However, he waited for ten breaths.
The jade pendant was motionless.
Zhou Tong frowned slightly.
He waited another thirty breaths.
On the jade pendant, the light spots representing the life breath of each team still stay in place, and even... the distance between several light spots seems to have become farther?
Impossible.
No one dares to disobey the palace master's orders.
A feeling of uneasiness arose in Zhou Tong's heart. He injected a spiritual thought into the jade pendant and tried to contact the team closest to Fucheng, led by Deacon Earth Realm Seventh Level.
No response.
Divine thoughts are like stones sinking into the sea.
Zhou Tong's face changed for the first time.
He immediately turned to the second team.
Still dead silence.
The third one...
The fourth one...
I contacted seven or eight teams in a row, but there was no response from any of them!
Zhou Tong stood up abruptly, and an icy chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
He stared intently at the hundreds of light spots on the jade pendant that represented the elite under his command.
Just under his gaze.
Poof.
A light spot located in the eastern area of Qing Province went out without warning.
What followed seemed to be a chain reaction.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
One light spot after another dimmed and went out one after another!
The speed of the extinguishing was not fast, but it had a mechanical and ruthless rhythm.
It was as if there was an invisible hand of death, erasing his chess pieces one by one on the map Qing Province, starting from the periphery and with a shockingly stable efficiency.
This is not a siege by the Demon Suppression Bureau!
Demon Suppression Bureau There is no such a big deal, let alone such a quiet one Soundless!
This is not a gangster attack by other forces!
This... is more like a one-sided... hunt!
"Asshole!"
Zhou Tong could no longer remain calm, and with a roar, the terrifying blood evil energy burst out, shaking the entire underground stone hall to a buzzing sound.
His introverted eyes were filled with shock, anger and disbelief.
Someone is ruining his plan!
At the last moment when he was about to close his net, someone was precisely cutting off his minions!
Who is it?!
Names flashed crazily in Zhou Tong's mind, Wang Du? Impossible, he was held back.
Xuankong Temple? Azure Sword Manor? They don't have the guts!
That cold face was distorted for the first time due to loss of control.
He punched the bloody mirror in front of him, and the mirror was instantly covered with cracks.
"Who is it..."
Zhou Tong let out a low growl from deep in his throat, his voice hoarse and cold.
"Who is hunting my people?!"