Over the battlefield.

Somewhere in an invisible space.

On the golden and glazed fairy platform, the holy light is brilliant, the fairy mist is misty, the table is filled with elixirs and fruits, and some creatures are chatting and laughing.

Between them, there are two mysterious lights shining.

A manifested boundless void, in which the holy light collided, and a great war broke out. It was the holy war between humans and cannibals.

Another mysterious light manifests the vast battlefield below.

These creatures are obviously watching the battle!

Someone looked at Minister Yu and said: "The Blood Saint Yi Dao style, there seems to have been such a sword technique in the history of all races. Countless years ago, there was an invincible strong man who cultivated such a sword and swung it towards the sky."<

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Another person spoke.

"Not only the sword technique, but also the Wandao Spiritual Heart Sword practiced by the human saint Lu Wei is the natal technique of the legendary Sword Emperor."

Someone sighed and looked dimly:

"The King of Swords, the supreme one who disappeared in the years, leaving almost no trace in the world. The legends from countless years ago, the human race is full of mystery..."

They looked at the battle in Xuanguang with something strange in their eyes.

The battle in mid-air was fierce.

From time to time, people were torn apart or exploded, and blood rain containing surging energy fell.

However.

The vitality of the King of Martial and the God of Martial is very strong, enough to regenerate a broken limb, rebirth with blood, etc. The battle is very exciting, and the winner will be decided in a short while.

Fang Ke saw it.

Senior Brother Chen Xiu was wearing tattered slippers and carrying a re-tempered rusty iron sword. The sword was brilliant and its combat power was astonishing.

He chopped melons and vegetables, killing several Martial Kings, and then was surrounded and killed by a group of Martial Kings.

The messy hair is flying, the face that hasn’t been washed for an unknown amount of time is covered in blood, and the spiritual sword is about to be killed...

And below.

The armies of hundreds of millions of warriors from the two tribes also collided at this moment!

The battle between the armies was like a meat grinder, with balls of blood exploding, and soon some people fell to the ground and were trampled under their feet.

The spirit of the God of War is enveloped, but when the battle breaks out, he still cannot fully control the situation.

The Martial King and Martial God-level commanders from both sides quickly collided with each other, their spirits were strangled, and they were unable to take care of the entire battlefield.

Only Wu Zong could take care of the warriors around him and lead dozens or hundreds of people to cooperate in small-scale campaigns.

At the same time.

Both sides of the army.

In addition, the geniuses from Huangwu and other major martial arts universities, as well as the casual cultivator teams from the Warrior Building, also began to enter the battlefield from the flanks.

Whether it is an ordinary warrior or a talented warrior.

In such a war, its role is limited.

But no one backed down, no one was afraid of fighting, everyone was full of passion and moved forward indomitably.

"Something's wrong."

There is a cannibal warrior god who discovered an abnormality in his spiritual shroud.

On the entire battlefield.

There are as many as one million human martial sects, leading a team of hundreds of people to fight against the cannibals, causing casualties on both sides.

There is nothing in this book.

Even because the cannibals have more martial sects, the cannibals have taken advantage, and more martial sects of the human race have died!

But these Wu Zong died before they died.

Or rather.

The moment they collided with the cannibal army, they all did the same thing.

That is.

Take off a bag from your body.

Open.

Then the spirit was shaken, the energy and blood surged, and a strong wind was set off, which seemed to impact everything in the bag in the direction of the cannibals!

But the weird thing is.

He allowed the cannibal's martial spirit to sweep away over and over again, but he didn't notice anything unusual at all!

And.

They didn't have time to investigate carefully.

Because the human warrior gods are also mentally shaken and fighting with them!

However, when more and more Wu Zong came into contact with the cannibal army, they made such strange actions, which still made the commander of the Wushen army monitoring the battlefield frown with doubts in his eyes.

"It would be great if the Heavenly Mirror Saint Soldier of Heavenly Fantasy Saint was here!"

The cannibal warrior god thought.

Once the holy soldiers shine, no matter what tricks the human race has, they will not be able to escape their detection!

It's a pity that the holy soldier is not here.

"Come here, call the Holy Eyes and explore the battlefield!" The spirit of the cannibal war god spreads.

Behind the battlefield.

A group of warriors immediately took out a large number of spiritual stones, opened a treasure niche, and took out a shriveled single eye enshrined in it.

They placed their single eyes on the pile of spiritual stones.

Then he brought in the cannibal warriors one by one, directly tore their throats open, drew their energy and blood, and poured it on the single eye.

In an instant.

The single eye sucked blood, and the dry eyelids began to become full. At the same time, it absorbed the spiritual energy below, and a terrifying power filled the air...

This is a treasure made from the death of a cannibal saint with a mutated single eye.

He needs to sacrifice the blood of his direct descendants in order to be revived. He has incredible power and can see all things.

Just.

It takes time for the Holy Eye to revive.

And now.

Fang Ke, who was watching the battlefield from a distance, let out a sigh of relief after seeing the actions of the human clan Wuzong, and his eyes instantly became cold.

"It's time to take action!"

His heart moved slightly.

In an instant.

Within several kilometers around us, densely packed mantises appeared out of thin air.

There are tens of millions of these praying mantises.

Among them.

There are more than 1.5 million Wuzong-level mantises that have reached level 40.

Each of these mantises is covered in silver light, as if made of mithril, and their forelimbs turn into silver swords, which look very powerful.

In addition to these level 40 mantises, there are nearly ten million general-level mantises above level 30.

Most of them have silver markings on their bodies and are powerful, almost as strong as a level 40 mantis.

These are all level 39 mantises that have failed to evolve. After their combat power has been greatly increased, they are no weaker than warriors in the same realm.

Thousands of praying mantises appear.

Fang Ke gave an order.

In an instant.

Millions of level 40 mantises spread their wings and flew out one after another, like peacocks spreading their wings, with brilliant wings, and rushed toward the battlefield.

At the same time.

Thousands of mantises lined up, following behind the level 40 mantis leader. Every level 40 mantis was followed by a dozen level 39 ones.

They are also extremely fast. They spread their wings and glide short distances to reach the battlefield.
To be continued...