Fei Yao decided to go personally to eradicate the traitors for the safety of the demon tribe.

The general beside him was a little bit displeased, and he began to persuade: "The queen should not put herself at risk for this kind of thing. After all, the result of sending others to do it will be the same."

Ying Zhaoyan did not rely on Fei Yao this time, but also advised: "The mixture of morning flowers and demonic energy in your body is not stable yet, so it is better not to take risks for the time being."

Fei Yao was not a stubborn and unreasonable person. Although his hands were a little itchy, he still nodded. After all, war is not a trivial matter.

The people who quietly entered the enemy camp had made arrangements in advance, and a small team headed in the direction indicated by Qiao Song at an extremely fast speed.

Fei Yao stood behind the army and waited quietly. After about a stick of incense, there was a sudden noise in the tribe occupied by the rebels.

At the same time, the demon general gave an order, and tens of thousands of demon troops moved towards the tribe to besiege them.

Within a moment, the two parties were fighting together.

Fei Jue watched the battle from a distance with a calm and indifferent expression. She had experienced many battles on the battlefield, and her great achievements in the past were testimony to her rich experience.

At the beginning, no matter how brutal the killings ahead were, everything was within her expectations, but gradually, Fei Yao discovered that there were a few powerful figures among the enemies.

An old man with a cane appeared on a high platform made of boulders. Wherever the cane in his hand pointed, countless thick or thin tree roots drilled out from the earth, entangled the soldiers' legs and feet, and then the fibrous roots

It quickly spreads to the body until the human bones and flesh are rolled into a ball.

There was a general with a gun in the demon world. The place where the spear was dancing was filled with wind and sand, and his murderous intent was fierce. After rushing up to the stone platform, he fought with the old man for only a few times before his internal organs were ripped out and he died on the spot.

Then someone else rushed up, but they only delayed the old man's strange magic. After a moment, he was knocked off the high platform.

Fei Yao watched from a distance and said to Ying Zhaoyan beside him: "No wonder those people are so confident in their rebellion, but they actually have a trump card."

Having said that, Fei Yao saw that Ying Zhaoyan was still indifferent and asked curiously: "Did you already know that there was a demon among them?"

"If there were no demons, I would not come." As he said that, Ying Zhaoyan's hands were filled with demonic energy, and a long bow with the demon totem outlined appeared in his hands. "The ancestors are right.

, I really stretched my hand into the devil world and didn’t know what was good or bad.”

When the long bow was summoned, a small eight-legged beast suddenly grew countless times in size and became as tall as a hill.

Ying Zhaoyan stood on the head of the giant beast holding a long bow, his white clothes flying like a picture, he opened the bowstring, and an arrow condensed with demonic energy suddenly flew out and shot in the direction of the old man.

Fei Yao stood aside looking forward to it. In fact, she could feel Ying Zhaoyan's strength all the time when the two of them were close, but to what extent Fei Yao had not figured it out yet, just because he was always gentle and gentle.

, he also speaks slowly and rationally, and rarely gets physical.

When the arrow was shot, Fei Yao watched with half of his interest extinguished. He estimated that it only took three to four successes.

Despite this, the arrow was close to the high platform, and the overwhelming demonic energy was already rushing towards the old man. The crutch in his hand broke with a click, and then the old man was hit by a sword in the chest, but no blood flowed out.

It slumped to the ground, slowly turning into a piece of dead wood, and then disappeared into the ground along with the roots.

Fei Yao stared blankly, that's it? He always felt that something was wrong.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the other side's high platform. He still looked arrogant in the face of the vast demonic army.

"Ying Zhen, you are indeed here!" The man's voice was still loud even though he was far away.

Ying Zhaoyan said nothing, and without even raising his eyelids, the man spoke blankly.

"Your position as the Demon King was snatched away from you, so what qualifications do you have to sit on it!"

Ying Zhaoyan raised his eyes and took a look. His voice was no longer high, and he said calmly: "Let the people behind you come out."

"You!" The rebel leader was so arrogant that he was not taken seriously by his opponent, so he could only hold back one sentence, "You will regret it!"

Behind the clamoring rebel leader, a very inconspicuous man stood up. Fei Yao looked at it intently. The man was dressed in black, with a wide hat covering his entire face, so he couldn't really see what he looked like.

At the same time, the fighting in the tribe slowly stopped, and then someone cheered. The people who were being held hostage must have been saved.

Qiao Song, covered in blood, opened the closed door with a knife. The demon army took the opportunity to rush in and completely occupied the tribe.

On the high platform nearby, the rebel leader was a little panicked, but the man in black robe remained motionless, holding a dead wood vine in his hand, standing there quietly.

The bloody smell of killing permeated the surroundings. In the pool at the foot of the volcano, the scalding boiling water boiled the surrounding rocks, emitting an unpleasant smell.

In this mixed atmosphere, Fei Yao still felt a familiar aura from the man in black.

Ying Zhaoyan did not underestimate the enemy this time. He drew a long bow and placed two arrows across it. The evil energy spread and the bowstring buzzed, frightening the birds in the sky.

Fei Yao was wearing a military uniform with sleeves, and he stood inconspicuously among the vast army. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from where he was.

The long arrow left the string and arrived in front of the man in black in an instant. The man in black did not move at all, and the two arrows still passed through him. A high stone wall behind him suddenly collapsed under the force.

The man in black actually withstood two waves of demonic energy!

When everyone was shocked, flames suddenly shot into the sky around the high platform, and a figure leapt up, with shadows of knives in their hands intertwined, and slashed at the head of the man in black.

The man in black's hat slipped off his head when the sword wind blew, and dark scales were faintly visible in his hair. A black scarf covered his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and he looked at Fei Yao who suddenly appeared.

When their eyes met, Fei Yao's heart felt like a turbulent wave, and he stepped back repeatedly, but the move was too violent, and he fell to the ground hard. He rolled several times before standing up with the knife in his hand.

Fei Yao recognized the aura, scales, and especially a pair of eyes of the man in black as the desolate beast that he met before that looked very much like Uncle Wuzhang. Looking at it now, maybe it was Uncle Wuzhang who had come back from the dead.

How could she kill her uncle Wuzhang.

When the man in black attacked Ying Zhaoyan, his aura was fierce, and he was clearly planning to fight, but when Fei Yao appeared, he suddenly stopped his momentum.

Turning around, the man in black no longer paid attention to the rebellious leader. He grabbed a handful of tree vines from the place where the old man who controlled the tree roots disappeared, turned into wisps of black air, and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that his last support had abandoned him, the rebel leader panicked and fled in a certain direction. The soldiers from the Demon Realm didn't chase them far before they heard a scream, and the rebel leader fell into the boiling water.

In the pool, after struggling for a moment, there was no movement, and soon it was boiled into a ball of rotten flesh.

When Fei Yao landed and stood up, Ying Zhaoyan was already standing beside her. Looking at her absent-minded look, he asked: "Yu'er, are you okay?"
Chapter completed!