It was hard to tell the winner from above. Lin Chen could see the nature of the war, but the seven people on the other side couldn't see it either.

"Sikong Yi, we must destroy the Lin family, otherwise we will destroy your entire family."

"...Yongzhen Demon Tower!"

"...If you don't succeed, you will definitely die."

"...I will reward you with three thousand level three resources."

"...we share a vast territory."

"...The war is over, and the Lin family must be destroyed."

…

In an instant, various messages of wooing, benefits and threats came down.

How could the cultivation of the True Yuan realm bear the tremors of the seven Yuan Xiang realms? His face suddenly turned pale and he was trembling.

The three Zifu Realm people next to him thought he was frightened by the Yuanxiang Realm ancestor, because they also received the message at the same time.

Let them watch Sikong Yi to death.

"Mr. Sikong, do you need reinforcements over there?" A man from the Purple Mansion Realm pointed to a corner of the battlefield, where thousands of monks were fighting in a melee, scattered and anxious, but without any results.

As the eyes and guards who exist considering that Sikong Yi's cultivation level is too low, they are also observing the battlefield.

With his hundreds of years of experience, he felt that there could be a breakthrough point, so he couldn't help but ask.

"No, let them fight over there. It won't affect the battle situation." Sikong Yi refused without saying anything, but he couldn't help but sigh after feeling the distrustful eyes of Zifujing.

Waving the flag in their hands, a group of two thousand monks below quickly moved towards the location pointed by the Purple Mansion Realm.

They are also very happy because they are out of the biggest battlefield, that is, their survival rate has greatly increased.

Soon, they appeared as reinforcements, and immediately those affiliated with the Lin family were at a disadvantage, and suffered heavy casualties in the fierce pursuit.

Zifujing looked over, with a hint of doubt and excitement in his eyes. It turned out that he also had a talent as a conductor.

When he looked at Sikong Yi, the latter waved his hand helplessly and pointed over again.

…

"Gong Zhan, attack to the right."

"Zhou Guide, attack from both sides and from behind"

"...Move left."

Not long after the two thousand troops were reinforced, orders were issued from the Lin family, and tens of thousands of monks from all around immediately bombarded the area indiscriminately.

There was no accidental damage to the friendly troops. They had already been routed to the rear. Therefore, the spells that filled the sky were hit by the thousands of monks.

After releasing several powerful spells, the monks from the tens of thousands of Lin family camps stopped looking and turned around to face their opponents again.

Everything was so natural, and nothing was disrupted by the rhythm just now.

After a series of roars, the subordinates of the Lin family who had fled rushed up again, but the difference this time was that there were more of them than the other side.

Helpless, the coalition forces could only transfer their numbers from other places to make up their numbers.

"Sikong Yi, I'm going to kill your grandma!!!" A middle-aged man in the crowd roared angrily, and among those who suffered heavy losses were a large number of his family's descendants.

From other directions on the battlefield, the sound of angry curses also came to mind.

On the huge flying boat, Sikong Yi looked helplessly at the Zifujing, who touched his nose, turned his head and stopped talking.

Lessons learned, the other two Zifujing also wisely did not speak and stared at the battle situation intently.

The flag in his hand kept waving, and after directing tens of thousands of monks to replenish the lost gap, he couldn't help but rub the center of his brow.

Looking at the battlefield with millions of people, it consumes a lot of his soul at the peak of the True Yuan Realm.

After taking the elixir for nourishing the soul that was handed over from the side and taking it, Sikong Yi couldn't help but look up at the eleven Dao Yuan Xiang realm figures above.

As for Lin Chen's cultivation level, no one is discussing it anymore.

The magnificent collision of magic and essence was infinitely thrilling and beautiful at the same time. The various powers swaying across the sky made him envious.

"I wonder if I have the chance to set foot in the Yuanxiang Realm." I couldn't help but ask myself in my heart. This is also a topic that every monk on the battlefield who has the energy to look above his head asks himself.

Only by seeing the majestic power of the Yuanxiang Realm in person can we feel how difficult and untouchable it is.

In comparison, everyone in Zifujing is like a child.

The sun sets over the west mountain, but the main battlefield is still bright under the dim sky, and the Yuan Xiang Realm battlefield in the sky almost drives away the darkness.

For a day, both sides of the war had no intention of stopping, and every direction was extremely dangerous.

In the largest main battlefield, an overwhelming army of warriors and warriors fought in formation. Hundreds of thousands of monks also released powerful power to bombard the opposite side. On the edge, thousands of monks gathered in small groups to do the same, but both sides had a tacit understanding.

There was no killing blow, they were just consuming their own strength, and they didn't want to risk their lives.

As for the more peripheral locations, there are scattered teams fighting each other. These places can no longer be illuminated by the light of the main battlefield in the distance and are completely dark.

Even if everyone has advanced skills and can move freely in the dark, they still cannot avoid being attacked by a sneak attack.

Different from the fierceness of the main battlefield and the troubled waters of the secondary battlefield, their battles are more dangerous.

Close combat is the norm.

"Brother Bing, do you think someone will come here?" Under a pothole, five monks suppressed their breathing, like evil wolves licking their wounds to recover from their injuries.

They had just experienced a fierce battle, but fortunately the final result was good. They survived, while Yong Yuan, a subordinate of the Lin family on the opposite side, fell in the darkness.

"Stop talking and try to recover." The monk who was called Brother Bing looked at the surrounding darkness with gloomy eyes. Ever since the dark crack appeared in the sky, the night had become darker than before, and it blocked the moonlight.

"No one will come looking for it." He muttered silently in his mind, and lowered his huddled body again, holding spiritual stones in his hands to absorb and recover.

They deliberately chose this deep pit, which was a perfect defense in this endless night, but they were still discovered.

Ten figures were already escaping towards here from 300 meters away, forming a siege.

Each person had a talisman attached to their feet, which blocked all the sounds of running. Soon, they appeared a hundred meters away.

This distance was enough for them to see the huge pit in front of them.

"Do it!" a voice shouted in the darkness, and in an instant ten colorful spells fell to the bottom of the pit.

The spell is gorgeous, but deadly.

The screams rang out, but the ten people did not let down their guard. They held the magic weapons they had spent a huge amount of money in exchange for and pressed forward step by step towards the deep pit.

Their caution was correct. A figure suddenly rushed out and tried to escape, but was quickly killed by ten people who were waiting for him.

Next is the time to collect the loot. Those five people are not weak, and they have just killed one team, so they are worth a lot of money.

"Hurry up, extinguish the flames, it's time to retreat."

Places that have experienced battles are coveted by others, and safety and danger can change in an instant.

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In one night, both the Lin family and the coalition forces suffered considerable losses.
Chapter completed!