Invariably, they all turned around and cast their gazes on the face of their last leader, the Bald Holy King. They also put down the long swords in their hands.
It seems that they have already foreseen the end of their fate! They are asking the Holy King with their eyes: What should they do next?
The Holy King let out a long and heavy sigh and gently closed his eyes.
However, how could he, a great hero of his generation and the most powerful king of mankind in the world, be so willing to accept his fate!
"All warriors, gather your formation, follow me out of the headquarters, and go straight to Fengyun King City!" [
The Holy King gnashed his teeth and spat out these words in an attempt to make a final counterattack.
The ashes puppets are still being burned into real ashes. The Beast King, Qing Kuang and the prehistoric Warcraft clan still don't have any extra power at this moment.
After the Holy King gave an order, more than a hundred temple warriors followed him, bypassing the battle circle between the Ash Puppet and the Warcraft Clan, and quickly ran towards the Volcano Gate.
"Holy King...little one..."
On the ground, a weak voice came from Fenhun, who had been seriously injured and could not move.
The thrilling war just now made him fully understand what the Holy King had done to the Miao clan. However, seeing that the situation was over, the only one he could rely on was the Holy King.
However, the Holy King and many temple warriors did not even look at Burning Soul and had already walked past him.
Now, Soul Burning has lost any use value to the Temple of Light.
The Holy King led the last disciples of many temples and just opened the volcano door. What greeted them was not the night and starlight, but countless burning torches!
In the Saint King's stunned eyes, the most eye-catching thing was the dark red ancient sword in the leader's hand - the Red Dragon Ancient Sword.
This sword, once on the top of the Black Stone, had made him deeply annoyed. Now, his master was standing at the door, and he and his top warriors just opened the door of the volcano for them!
A tall man with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows stared at him sternly. He was wearing a bright-colored battle robe that was so red that it made him feel a fear he had never experienced before, a fear of human warriors.
"Holy King, you have no way to escape!"
Ao Junxie slowly raised the sword in his hand, and behind him, there was a swish sound, and hundreds of warriors drew out their swords majestically.
Only then did the Holy King see that behind Ao Junxie, blending into the night, were countless ancient martial arts practitioners covered in black robes.
This outfit is very familiar to the Holy King.
Those are the ancient evil land clan, those ancient warriors who were once enslaved by themselves and were infamous all over the world!
Underfoot, a slight vibration came from far and near, becoming increasingly clear.
More than a hundred masked warriors in white robes raised their swords and looked back in horror.[
Behind him, the Beast King led the ferocious army of prehistoric monsters, rushing towards him like a huge wave.
There were tribesmen in the evil land in front of them, and there were legions of monsters behind them, as well as the holy king and the white-robed warriors. They were completely surrounded.
After a while, Ao Junxie saw Qing Kuang, who was holding a guqin and holding a thunder bead in one hand, slowly walking out of the volcano cave. Beside her was Xiao Bao's protection.
"Madam, are you still okay! My disciples from Wu Mian and Xie Land and I have been trying for a long time in front of the entrance of the volcano, but still failed to open the mountain door. Unexpectedly..."