In the territory of the middle lord, the battlefield began to undergo major changes. Hundreds of thousands of resistance troops came out in full swing, roaring like thunder, and iron cavalry burst into waves, and they broke through the three lines of defense of the demon clan army. The troops were invincible, and they rushed straight to the main force of the demon clan and fought to the death.

When the demon prince heard that there were as many as 100,000 resistance troops, he felt a little disappointed. He finally knew where the slaves had gone. It turned out that they were all on the resistance troops.

The situation was urgent, and the demon prince immediately summoned the median lords of the divine level seven and the divine level six to discuss countermeasures. As for the divine level five, most of them died outside in battle.

At the meeting, the middle lords also knew that the situation was serious, and abandoned their past grudges, and took notice. Some said: "All the troops go out and fight to the end with the resistance army. The demon army must not show weakness."

"Some say that this is not a solution. The resistance army is not only not eliminated, but is becoming stronger and stronger. We must concentrate the power of the demon clan to capture them all in one place, so we can no longer give them a chance to become stronger, so it is necessary to ask the great lord for help."

The middle lord, you said, I had a very active and enthusiastic negotiation, but each person had his own opinions and no one could convince anyone. Before he could discuss a result, he saw a little demon running over in a panic and told him urgently that the resistance army had resisted the camp.

Hearing this, the faces of the demon prince and the remaining median lord changed drastically, and they rushed out immediately. When Ding Qing saw that there were indeed dense figures outside the military camp, approaching with slow and solemn steps. The murderous aura and the will to fight to the death made the demon prince feel uneasy.

"What are we afraid of? We have 200,000 people, but we don't believe we can't fight these miscellaneous soldiers." The middle lord spoke arrogantly, looking as if he was not afraid of heaven or earth. Having said that, everyone present knew that the resistance army in front of us was no longer a mob, but an iron-blooded army that had always been threatening enough.

"Kill, even if we die, our demon clan cannot lose. We are the masters of the Endless Prison. They are just a group of slaves. Even if they have some skills, they can't turn over and become the master of their own." The demon clan roared one by one, full of anger and excitement. They looked like they were fighting to the end. They deeply shocked the demon prince.

When the demon clan formed a joint army, each lord was determined to retain his strength, never actively responded to the battle, nor had he united well. The military discipline was scattered and he was in charge of his own affairs, so the fundamental reason why he had gathered so many elite soldiers and generals and had been defeated was not that the resistance army was too tenacious, but that it was on his own side.

Now that the enemy is in front of each lord and every soldier is no longer reserved. We must fight with all our might, and our morale is boiling and our fighting spirit is high. This is what the demon prince hopes most, and it is like an army, the army he wants.

"Kill them all, kill all the resistance army, everyone will follow me." With the roar of the eldest prince, 200,000 demon clans also came out in full swing, killing towards the resistance army like a tide. The number, momentum, weapons and armor are above the resistance army.

Seeing the strong and desperate look of the demon clan army, Leng Fei kept his indifferent and still, and said lightly: "There are many enemies, twice ours, but so what! At the beginning, the demon clan claimed that in the endless prison, humans could not resist the rule of the demon clan at all, and they were only good but slaves. But later the resistance army was established, and we began to fight and resist. There were only a few hundred people, and it would be impossible to establish it."

"The demon clan is strong, and the resistance army is weak, so we struggled very hard, hiding from all over the world, living on the verge of life and death every day, and our companions fell one by one. At that time, the demon clan said that the resistance army could only sound small winds and small waves, which were not afraid of."

"Later, the resistance army became stronger and had nearly 10,000 people, but the demon clan still ignored it. He thought that sending a mere 100,000 troops could easily settle us. As a result, we won and won an unprecedented war."

"Now, I want to say that we have 100,000 people, and the Resistance Army has never been so powerful. If the demon clan is united, we will only be more united than them. If the demon clan is angry, we will only be more angry. If the demon clan is desperate, we will only be more desperate than them."

"We have all come to this point and we must not stop here. For freedom, for us to be borne for generations, and defeat them, the next goal is the Heavenly Demon Palace."

"We will never be slaves, we will never be reduced to food, and we will never be oppressed anymore. Brothers, follow me." Leng Fei roared wildly, with fierce hearts. Every word of his ignited the fighting spirit of the resistance army, making them burn completely. His morale was boiling, and they were all roaring, walking forward with fierce eyes, gritting their teeth, like wild beasts grinning, who had forgotten what fear and death were.

In the eyes of the resistance army, what was rushing forward was not the demon race, but an obstacle, an obstacle that prevented them from gaining freedom and hope. They would either die here or gain rebirth.

Killing, the Resistance Army ignored everything, rushed out and fought with the demon clan regardless of everything. The two armies, two flesh and blood torrents were rushing against each other, squeezing, roaring, and slashing each other, and fighting hard. That scene was the most tragic battle between the Resistance Army and the Demon clan army since the war started.

Soon the battlefield was blood flowing, and corpses were everywhere. Those who were moving forward fell down. Those who were trampling on the back continued to move forward, waving weapons, shouting loudly, forgetting pain, forgetting life and death, forgetting everything, and only the idea of ​​driving the other party out of the way.

The battle came to the back, it was no longer just a competition of the blade, but a view of who was more cruel and who was more desperate. In this battlefield, it was common to bite like a wild beast. Some even self-destructed, not only the life and death of the comrades and the enemy, but the idea of ​​everyone dying together.

In such a battlefield, even the Demon Prince and Leng Fei could feel that they had completely lost control. It is very likely that both sides were both defeated, but they could not be saved and neither retreated. It would be equivalent to declaring a crushing defeat and they could only bite and continue to kill.

From daytime to night, the 300,000 soldiers were fighting and fighting desperately, and they still had the strength to wield weapons and shouted loudly. No matter how many enemies they killed or how many comrades fell by their side, they turned a blind eye and continued to fight because they were already numb and could not hold anything in their minds. They could only kill. On this battlefield, no one was crazy.

On the battlefield, thousands of soldiers were fighting and fighting desperately, and the other side was doomsday in the sky. The three martial arts of the Martial God King were used at the same time to fight against five middle lords with seven levels of gods, and five middle lords with six levels of gods. The situation was like fighting alone against all Western masters that day.

The golden armored war armor was absolutely defensive, withstood the first round of fierce attacks by the middle lords, then destroyed the golden sword with one hand, the dark electric slash with the other hand, swung sharply, crisscrossed, and forced the enemy to retreat. With the advantages of the three major martial arts and the power of the god level of the god level, the Martial God King could still hold on for a while.

"Leng Fei, I will hold all the median lords, and I will leave the others to you. We must be as soon as possible." The King of Martial God knew very well that his strength was against five masters of the seventh level of the god level. Now the strength and number of enemies have almost doubled. His winning range is too low, so he can only rely on others.

"Kill him, you will be a great achievement." The median lords are no longer the first to fight with the King of Martial God. They know that the Golden Armored War Armor is strong and there are time limits. They take turns to attack, and there is no interruption. They are to hit the King of Martial God of Martial God as soon as the Golden Armored War Armor collapses.

Finally, with the unremitting efforts and patient waiting of the middle lord, the time for the golden armored battle armor was up, and the defense of the King of Martial God fell sharply. The three middle lords seized the opportunity and gave heavy blows. At the same time, they hit the top of their heads, throats and spine, and bursts of pain spread throughout the entire nerves of the King of Martial God.

"It's not your turn to kill me." The God of War King was strong and counterattacked at the first time. Most of the bones of a median lord were shattered by the domineering golden fist. Blood squirted, and dark aura erupted in densely. With the golden light blade, the double attack made the second median lord full of holes. Tens of thousands of souls were swallowed, and tens of thousands of dead souls surged out, surrounding the third median lord, rushing forward and biting his flesh and blood.

In just a moment, he defeated the three median lords. The Martial God King was not feeling well. Blood was leaking from the corners of his mouth, and his injuries were a little serious. However, he didn't even have time to breathe. Two median lords came up, and there were successors, and the wheel battle was endless.

Heavy punches and heavy feet. The middle lord relies on the large number of people to fight hard. The King of Martial God fought extremely hard. He knocked back one by one and another. He lost one by one, often with ten blows, and one by one, he would be hit by eight blows, which was heartbreaking.

In the most serious case, five median lords took heavy moves at the same time, bombarding all their power on him. If it weren't for the black gas protecting the body, some of the damage would be discharged, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, the other party was all the middle lords. The King of Martial God could not solve any of them as quickly as possible. He could only face continuous wheel battles. He was immediately anxious. It was not a solution to continue fighting like this.

At this moment, countless heroic souls rushed to help and chose a median lord. The battle between the two sides reduced a lot of pressure to King Wushen.

But the problem is that according to the initial plan, he restrained all the median lords, and Leng Fei and Yinghun were able to deal with the Demon Prince, so that the distribution was relatively balanced. Now that all the Hero Souls came here, Leng Fei had completed the task ahead of time and solved the Demon Prince, or he could deal with the Demon Prince who was two levels higher than him alone.

When the thought of this, King of Martial God would set his eyes on the other side of the battlefield. Seeing the scene of Leng Fei being bombarded, his heart suddenly became tight.
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