Zhao Feng's killing was frightening and shocked the top brass of the Liejin clan.

The Spirit Race, on the other hand, was overjoyed.

"Does Zhao Feng already possess such strength?"

The third elder's expression was complicated, but mostly he was happy.

Zhao Feng's killings destroyed the morale of the Spirit Clan, and some of the members of the Liejin Clan were frightened by the news.

Precisely because of Zhao Feng's killing, the intensity of enemy attacks against the Spirit Tribe has also weakened.

"So strong, ignoring the Liejin tribe's encirclement and killing!"

Many members of the Spirit Clan were shocked by Zhao Feng's killing.

"Damn it, I can't keep this kid!"

Elder Jin's face was extremely gloomy.

He watched Zhao Feng's strength continue to grow stronger.

This speed of getting stronger frightened him.

"Ancient God Blood Eagle, come with me to kill Zhao Feng!"

Elder Jin suddenly said to another half-step god master.

In the middle and high-level battlefield of the Spirit Clan, the Fierce Gold Tribe still has the absolute advantage, but if Zhao Feng is allowed to kill like this, a reversal is likely to occur.

"good!"

An ancient god with a slender figure, standing in the shadow of dark red blood, responded directly.

Ancient God Blood Eagle is a half-step god from the Liejin tribe who is famous for his speed.

Whizzing!

Two rays of light flashed away and directly approached Zhao Feng in the battlefield behind.

"No, Elder Jin will personally take action against Zhao Feng!"

The expression of the third elder suddenly changed.

Elder Jin is the strongest half-step god lord of the Liejin clan. He has mastered a trace of the power of law and can be said to be the pinnacle power behind the god lord in this battlefield.

Unfortunately, the third elder was seriously injured by the explosion of the molten gold beast and was unable to stop it.

Moreover, he cannot leave here at this moment, otherwise the remaining members of the Eldar clan will fall into a big crisis.

"Zhao Feng, be careful!"

Ancient God Yuan Yao shouted into the distance.

On the other side, Zhao Feng, who was killing, flickered his eyes and looked at Elder Jin and Ancient God Blood Eagle who were rapidly approaching him.

"You can't do anything to me!"

Zhao Feng chuckled and swung the Hunyuan Divine Sword in his hand again.

Poof!

Not far away, a ninth-level ancient god of the Liejin Tribe who tried to escape was completely destroyed.

"Insolent, ignorant young man!"

When Elder Jin heard this, he became furious and cursed.

Before he could take action, Zhao Feng said such words. This was the most direct provocation and insult to Elder Jin.

In the distant sky, God dominates the battlefield.

"Good boy!"

The leader of the Spirit Clan relaxed his brows and showed a smile.

Although the self-destruction of the Molten Gold Beast severely damaged the Spirit Clan and plunged them into an unprecedented crisis, Zhao Feng's killing saved the situation to a certain extent.

The Spirit Tribe still has a chance and has not been defeated yet!

"A bunch of useless guys!"

The leader of the Liejin Clan hummed.

…

"Kill Zhao Feng!"

Elder Jin shouted loudly.

In the battlefield, many powerful men above the level of ninth-level ancient gods gradually gathered.

At first, Zhao Feng's killings made them fearful and timid.

But now that Elder Jin has personally taken action and issued orders, how dare they disobey them.

Moreover, Elder Jin is the pinnacle of the Half-Step God Lords, and Ancient God Blood Eagle is also an Ancient God famous for his speed in the Liejin Clan. Zhao Feng has no chance to continue to be arrogant.

"Well done!"

Faced with such a situation, Zhao Feng chuckled and stepped out in an instant.

He can kill as many as he comes!

"kill!"

Zhao Feng has the Hunyuan Divine Sword in his right hand and the Nine Thunder Soul Refining Mirror in his left hand.

Swords, thunder and lightning, rampage across the battlefield.

Phew! Boom boom~

Zhao Feng traversed the battlefield, leaving a mess wherever he passed, killing everything.

The ninth-level ancient god was killed with one sword.

The ninth-level peak ancient gods were also quickly harvested by Zhao Feng, either killed or had their souls sucked into the Nine Thunder Soul Refining Mirror.

"Junior, come and kill me if you can!"

Elder Jin's eyes burned with golden flames and he roared loudly.

In terms of speed, even Elder Jin and Ancient God Blood Eagle are slightly inferior to Zhao Feng.

At this moment, Zhao Feng was killing people wantonly on the battlefield, but the two of them couldn't catch up.

Swish! Swish!

Elder Jin and Ancient God Blood Eagle led many ninth-level experts to intercept Zhao Feng separately.

A single ninth-level ancient god or ninth-level peak cannot survive for even a moment in Zhao Feng's hands.

Therefore, they all followed the two half-step god masters, fearing and not daring to lose them.

call out!

Carrying the Hunyuan Divine Sword and the Nine Thunder Soul Refining Mirror, Zhao Feng once again caught up with a ninth-level and an eighth-level ancient god.

"don't want……"

The two tried their best, burned their divine power, and escaped madly.

"Don't even think about it!"

A huge bloody light penetrated from the distance, and a heavy and suppressed blood enveloped Zhao Feng.

call out!

I saw that the ancient blood eagle god turned into a beam of shadow blood light, absorbing a large amount of blood while flying rapidly, doubling its speed.

In an instant, the Ancient God Blood Eagle approached Zhao Feng.

"Bloodbound!"

The ancient god Blood Eagle stretched out his claws, and a huge blood divine power intertwined around Zhao Feng.

Hugugu~

A dark red evil blood pool appeared around Zhao Feng. From the blood pool, countless blood-red and ferocious claws extended towards Zhao Feng.

"good!"

On the battlefield, many members of the Liejin clan looked happy and cheered loudly.

Zhao Feng's killing horrified everyone, and everyone in the Liejin clan desperately hoped that Zhao Feng would be killed.

"Take the initiative to die, and I will help you!"

Zhao Feng's eyes turned cold and he stared at Ancient God Blood Eagle.

call out!

Around his body, a layer of Hunyuan divine power surged up, instantly forming a halo of turbid dark silver.

When the blood-red claws touched Huntian Hue's circle, its power was immediately halved.

At the same time, the energy in the entire blood pool was swallowed up bit by bit by Zhao Feng's Hun Tian Hue Circle.

"Hunyuan Transformation!"

The Huntian virtual circle around Zhao Feng suddenly surged up and turned into countless silver streams, which were injected into the Hunyuan Divine Sword.

Buzz~

In an instant, the Hunyuan Divine Sword in Zhao Feng's hand surged to a size of several hundred feet, triggering a violent and chaotic terrifying wave that shocked the world.

Nearby, Ancient God Blood Eagle and many ninth-level ancient gods trembled all over, and their hearts were shaken violently.

"not good!"

Ancient God Blood Eagle's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a sense of crisis, so he turned around and ran away.
To be continued...