The self-destruction of the molten gold beast caused a devastating impact on the huge battlefield.

The Spirit Clan suffered heavy casualties, losing two half-step god masters and as many as a dozen ninth-level ancient gods.

Almost all of the remaining strong men from the Spirit Clan are seriously injured, and the situation is critical!

"how so?"

Ancient God Yuan Yao looked confused.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a dark shadow came not far from her.

"Are you the first proud daughter of the previous generation of the Spiritual Race? Let me play with you!"

A middle-aged man with black horns on his head and a body of pitch-black armor roamed unscrupulously over the body of the ancient god Yuan Yao.

Due to the shock wave of the explosion just now, many of the clothes on Ancient God Yuan Yao's body were damaged, and the alluring skin of ice crystals was exposed, making it impossible to look away.

"Half-step God Lord!"

Ancient God Yuan Yao had a bitter look on his face.

She was already injured, and the explosion of the molten gold beast further aggravated the injury.

Although this middle-aged Black Horn is only half-step to the peak of the four-star power under the rule of the Liejin Tribe, he can still kill her at will.

"Hey, don't worry, I won't kill you directly, but make you my prisoner!"

The middle-aged Black Horn makes no secret of his desires.

"You...shameless!"

Ancient God Yuan Yao's face was filled with shame and anger, and he drank directly.

"Haha, the spirit tribe is in a doomed situation and will definitely be defeated. Just surrender and capture them. There is still a way to survive if you follow me!"

The middle-aged Black Horn laughed evilly, and bursts of black flames suddenly burned on his body.

Whoosh!

The middle-aged figure of Black Horn flashed, carrying powerful flame pressure, and attacked Ancient God Yuan Yao.

"Damn...so strong!"

Ancient God Yuan Yao suddenly felt extremely depressed, and his body seemed to be burned by sinister fire.

If she were at her peak, she would naturally not be afraid of the black-horned man, but at this moment, she was powerless.

Seeing that the middle-aged Black Horn is about to come under pressure.

But suddenly.

Uh-huh!

In front of the middle-aged Black Horn's chest, a long sword of turbid dark silver stabbed out, splattering with a few traces of black blood.

"Zhao Feng?"

Ancient God Yuan Yao's crystal eyes were spinning, staring at the young man in silver behind the black-horned man.

Zhao Feng saved him again.

"Zhao Feng..."

The middle-aged Heijiao looked slightly shocked.

Originally, the Spirit Tribe suffered heavy casualties and the situation was one-sided, so he never expected that someone would take the initiative to attack him at this time, so Zhao Feng succeeded in a sneak attack.

At the same time, the middle-aged Black Horn felt that all the power in his body was being disrupted and swallowed up by a strange force field.

boom!

The middle-aged Black Horn suddenly burst out with a burst of bloodline divine power, broke away, and fled into the distance.

There are too many stories about Zhao Feng, and although many of them are unbelievable, they also prove that Zhao Feng is anything but simple.

Coupled with Zhao Feng's sword strike just now, the middle-aged Black Horn was even more convinced that Zhao Feng's strength far exceeded that of an ordinary half-step god master.

Whoosh!

After the middle-aged black horn flickered for a distance, it stopped and prepared to heal its injuries.

"not good……"

But suddenly, he felt an approaching crisis, and his expression changed drastically.

Poof!

At the same time, a Hunyuan Divine Sword pierced his back again.

This time, Zhao Feng's Hunyuan Divine Sword is even more powerful because of the energy absorbed from the front.

"Huntian Sword Cave!"

The Hunyuan Divine Sword condensed in Zhao Feng's hand quickly cut and rose, blooming into a chaotic and intertwined silver sword shadow, faintly intertwined into a twisted "virtual silver sword hole".

Buzz!

At the same time, nine thunder and lightning chains were directly released from the Nine Thunder Soul Refining Mirror in Zhao Feng's other hand, binding and entangling the soul of the middle-aged Black Horn.

"ah……"

The Ancient God of Darkness screamed, and his body was crushed and devoured by Zhao Feng; while his soul was dragged out by the Nine Thunder Soul Refining Mirror and sucked into the mirror.

The entire process of killing the middle-aged Black Horn took less than four breaths.

It was very easy for Zhao Feng to kill a powerful half-step god like Demon Wu Gu.

An ordinary half-step god like the black-cornered man was crushed and killed at will.

"Already?"

In the distance, the ancient god Yuan Yao was stunned.

An ordinary half-step god master was unable to fight back in Zhao Feng's hands.

She even had some doubts, was the cold, calm, powerful and stern Zhao Feng in front of her still the Zhao Feng that she had always taken care of?

After killing the middle-aged Black Horn, Zhao Feng's figure disappeared from the sight of Ancient God Yuan Yao.

Somewhere on the battlefield.

"Damn bitches, you Fierce Gold Clan are really willing to sacrifice such a strange and precious beast!"

The World-Destroying Black Dragon laughed evilly.

boom!

Between the sky and the earth, two dragon claws filled with red and black dragon flames swung towards the ancient god Han Yan.

"Blade of Time and Space!"

Behind the World-Destroying Black Dragon, Zhao Kong's figure appeared, and from his eyes, a continuous flying blade of time and space shot out.

"Damn it, these two guys don't have much trouble!"

Ancient God Hanyan looked a little embarrassed.

Facing the joint attack of the World-Destroying Black Dragon and Zhao Kong, she could only defend passively.

"Hey, you underestimate the World-Destroying Dragon Clan!"

The World-Destroying Black Dragon sneered, looking slightly satisfied.

Although the explosion of the Molten Gold Beast was powerful, he and Zhao Kong had been following the Ancient God Cold Flame, far away from the center of the explosion.

The World-Destroying Black Dragon is an immortal body, so such explosion damage will naturally not cause any real harm to him.

With his protection, Zhao Kong would not be seriously injured.

"Ancient God Cold Flame, let me help you!"

A handsome man at the peak of the ninth level approached the Ancient God Han Yan directly.

The Molten Gold Beast exploded, causing heavy losses to the Spirit Clan, and the Liejin Clan seemed to have plenty of manpower.

In addition, the Ancient God Hanyan is the daughter of the genius of the previous generation of the Liejin clan, and she is also the goddess in the hearts of countless men. When she is in trouble, countless people will naturally volunteer to help her.

After this handsome man arrived, one or two more people came one after another.

At this moment.

A voice rang out in the mind of the World-Destroying Black Dragon: "Use all your strength to kill the Ancient God Cold Flame!"

"Hey, you damn bitch, I won't continue playing with you!"

The World-Destroying Black Dragon chuckled.

"Want to escape?"

Ancient God Hanyan smiled contemptuously.

But how could she let go of the World-Destroying Black Dragon and Zhao Kong so easily.
To be continued...