Standing at the highest point of the stairs, the man of Yu clan was high and gently ticked on a scroll: "The 'Feather' archers of the A Duolan family...a very good long-range support force. The A Duolan family conquered the origin world of the Feather's 'A tribe' and eliminated the natural enemy of the Feather's 'A tribe'. The reproduction of the Feather tribe became much faster."

"Well, it's very good reproductive ability. Now, every thirty years can provide archers with one billion mature bodies to the A Duolan family... In another two hundred years, every thirty years can provide more than one billion mature bodies?" The man of the Yu clan pointed to an old man in the palace with satisfaction.

"Very good, the A Duolan family, because of the foundation of the feather world, you are qualified to be followers of the Blood Crown Saint." Looking up at the golden divine mirror, the man of the Yu clan smiled indifferently: "Are there only less than 10 million archers left? There is no need to retreat. Let them launch the last attack, focusing on killing the ordinary natives."

After glanced at the scroll, the man from Yu clan smiled and said, "The next line of defense, the Moro family... Well? You have brought a strange spiritual life, "You clan"? Interesting, very interesting. Let's see the combat power of the You clan. Be good at performing. The Moro family is also a relatively powerful family among the middle-class families. I look forward to your performance."

In the hall, a large amount of cold sweat oozed out of the forehead of a middle-aged man of the Yu clan. He bowed deeply to the Yu clan nobles standing on the steps with a reserved attitude, then took out a golden crystal ball and quickly passed his order.

Ji Hao stood on the battlefield, and hundreds of feather warriors with white wings on their backs lit up white flames. They dropped their bows and arrows and rushed down to the wooden spirit army behind Ji Hao like moths to the fire.

Halfway through, Ji Hao smashed hundreds of feather warriors who were close to him with one blow.

But elsewhere, the guards such as Jukui, who were too huge, had no time to stop these flexible feather warriors. They watched the feather warriors bells all over their bodies, bringing long white fires in the air, falling into the earth like a meteor.

Balls of white mushroom clouds rose into the sky, and countless fist-sized fires scattered everywhere. The flames caused by the self-destruction of each feather warrior covered the ground within a radius of more than ten miles, burning at least tens of thousands of wood spirits.

The desperate impact of tens of millions of feathered warriors caused extremely heavy casualties and injuries to the Mu Ling army. The Mu Ling warriors behind Ji Hao were almost wiped out, and only the more than 100,000 Mu Lings directly behind Ji Hao were protected by Ji Hao and survived by luck.

Before the fire light generated by the self-destruction was extinguished, or after the continuous stream of wood spirit warriors behind rushed up, strong spiritual fluctuations suddenly appeared in the palace group in front of Ji Hao.

The eyes of ordinary creatures could not find these strange enemies. In Ji Hao's Taoist eyes, he clearly saw countless distorted spiritual bodies gushing out of the palace. These spiritual bodies have extremely strong spiritual power, and the spiritual power of all their individuals was twisted into a rope, accompanied by a violent shock of some strange frequency, and suddenly a terrifying spiritual impact roared.

Ji Hao had no time to stop him. The bodies of more than 100,000 Wood Spirit Warriors behind him and the Shadow Leopard under their seat suddenly froze. Their souls were completely shattered by the mental impact. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground. Although they still had breathing and heartbeat, they were no different from death.

Large areas of Mu Ling army fell silently to the ground. Gradually, the wooden giants hundreds of feet tall also fell silently. Some of the smallest guards were also affected by mental shocks. Their bodies shook slightly and their steps staggered back a few steps.

"Evil Demon heretics." Ji Hao murmured in a low voice. These ghost tribes were like the original version of extraterritorial demons, with invisible and traceable spiritual life, powerful, weird, and difficult to deal with by ordinary means.

However, compared to the terrifying extraterritorial demons, these guys are simply too easy to deal with.

Ji Hao didn't even use any magical powers and spells. As long as the Pangu Bell sounded, all the ghost clans could be shaken to pieces.

However, Ji Hao is now in the form of a wooden giant, so it is not convenient for him to sacrifice Pangu Bell in public. The guards of the Panheng world represented by Jukui are a bit stubborn. If they find that Ji Hao is an "outer demon", God knows what they will do.

Ji Hao came to Panheng World to add to the trouble to the Blood Crown Saint, not to start a war with the natives in Panheng World.

While hesitating, Ji Hao suddenly became dark around him, and a domineering aura that destroyed everything soared into the sky, and black fog rolled out from the void. Ji Hao's original body and the seventy-two clones who transformed into wood spirit were wrapped in black fog at the same time.

A series of powerful viscous forces attached to Ji Hao, making him unable to move. A stream of brutal auras that destroyed everything came from all directions. Twelve extraordinary handsome, wearing golden armor, as handsome and majestic as gods, appeared from the black fog. On top of their heads, the round lights of three days, September and twelve round lights shone brightly in the air, releasing a suffocating terrifying aura.

"Indigenous people, you should feel honored to be specially paid attention to by the adults. Send us to kill you." A handsome blonde young man looked at Ji Hao with a smile, and smiled reservedly and complacently: "The small and medium-sized families who want to cling to their masters are testing their family's private soldiers. You guys who destroy the balance of the battlefield... Actually, I have no objection. It is actually quite interesting to let those small families who don't know how to kill or hurt more people."

Spreading his hands, the blonde young man sighed helplessly: "But since the CEO issued the purge order, we can only obey the order."

Streams of sticky black mist wrapped around the Sun and Moon Knights, and a cyclops of thousands of feet tall stood up from the black mist.

Ji Hao raised his eyebrows, Family test? The chief consul under the Blood Crown Saint is testing the private soldiers of small and medium-sized families who want to cling to the Blood Crown Saint? No wonder the alien army performed so strangely in the battle just now!

"Interesting, you actually use the battlefield of life and death as a test tool. I admire your cold means in Panyu World very much." Ji Hao smiled and raised his six big sticks high. In Pangu World, he had the experience of violently breaking the Sun and Moon Reincarnation Formation, and at this moment he was not afraid of this formation.

"Hmm? How do you know that we are from Panyu World?" The cyclops, a thousand-foot-tall cyclop, looked at Ji Hao in shock and asked subconsciously.

The next moment, Ji Hao's big stick hammer was shot out with all his strength, and he accurately hit the flaw at the fusion of the twelve Sun and Moon Knights' powers.
Chapter completed!