Hong Qingyan frowned, her hands were trembling, she felt her stomach was moving, and she even wanted to vomit.

They are not here to fight, they are here to die!

From far away, Qian Zhuo could already see the expressions on the faces of the human warriors, and he laughed wildly.

"Sir, you are so wise! It seems that you are the only one who understands people's hearts best. The weaknesses of the human race are really ridiculous!" Qian Zhuo laughed.

The Demon Horns can kill each other, so what if they kill their own people as long as they can get everything they want?

But the human race is different. Most of the time, they are united.

There is nothing more disgusting and uncomfortable than killing one's brothers and friends.

"Human race, how should you choose? You keep saying that you treat all the tribesmen in this land as your own. But now, you don't even have the ability to protect your own people, and you want to kill your own people!"

"How ridiculous!"

Qian Zhuo looked directly at Ye Feng, the crystal ball in his hand flashing with a dazzling red light.

"How about it? As long as you agree to surrender, they will not die." Qian Zhuo threatened.

After hearing this, Cao Zheng was so angry that he felt numb.

"You! You are simply despicable!" How could Cao Zheng not understand that Qian Zhuo and the others were now forcing them to play a game.

By killing the casual cultivators of the barbarian tribe, they can win this battle. These demon horn tribes are not their opponents at all, and there is no need to take them seriously.

But if we kill these barbarian casual cultivators, it will be like telling the world that the human race is not what the world claims to be, and the Sand Dune Empire, which we have good relations with, will be disappointed in them.

Even the barbarians in the entire magical world will become enemies of the human race!

No matter what he chooses, if Ye Feng participates in this game, he will lose in the end!

Qian Zhuo smiled arrogantly, his fear had been wiped out long ago, and the feeling of being in control of the overall situation was back.

At this time, Ye Feng was in the middle of a fierce battle. Ba Qichi's iron fist attacked, and Chishui kept swinging his python-like iron arms. They interfered with Ye Feng's thinking and made him passive.

There was still no expression on Ye Feng's face, as if nothing in the world could shake him.

He even yawned. Ba Qichi and Chishui's attacks were too slow for him!

Qian Zhuo had veins popping up on his forehead and said angrily: "Ye Feng, are you listening to me?"

"Aren't you afraid? I don't have much time to think about it!" Qian Zhuo squeezed the strange crystal ball tightly.

At this moment, Ye Feng finally had an expression on his face. He frowned slightly and said:

“What do I need to consider?”

I saw him gently raising his hand, and the scroll of the Shinto Heavenly Edict flew into the air, hanging high in the sky like the sun, and the golden light filled the earth.
Chapter completed!