The psychic cannon was roaring, and the advancing troops of the demon tribe rushed forward. The shells exploded in the crowd from time to time, causing the formation of the demon tribe's troops to collapse. There were only a few demon tribe soldiers who could rush under the city wall.
"ah!"
And those demon soldiers who climbed up the city wall with the help of wall ladders were cut down by the defenders who had been waiting for a long time.
The felled demon soldiers fell from the city wall, knocking down many teammates who were climbing up.
"Peng!"
The corpse fell and landed on a pile of corpses.
More than four hours have passed since the war began. This battle also lasted from daytime to sunset.
Not long after the battle started, the two sides fell into a fierce battle.
"How long will it take for our follow-up troops to arrive?"
Bai Tu looked at the anxious battlefield and frowned.
"Reporting to Bai Ancestor, it will take two days for the 500,000-strong army to be assembled to arrive. According to your instructions, the powerful Mahayana-stage warriors from each team have been sent to go ahead. They will arrive early tomorrow morning!"
A young man dressed as a scholar in Tsing Yi answered.
"Okay, then wait a little longer. Tomorrow morning, when the ten Mahayana disciples are in place, they can overthrow Wentian City in one fell swoop!"
Bai Zu heard this and spoke.
"If we continue fighting now, there will be no results! You need to ask them to retreat first!"
Bai Tu thought to himself that since the ten Mahayana figures would arrive tomorrow, he didn't have to rush to take action.
After all, if you take action, you will be noticed by the will of heaven in this world. These things are very difficult to deal with, so don't provoke them if you can.
"As you command!"
The young man clasped his fists in a salute and walked towards the front of the formation.
"Ding ding ding!"
After a while, a sound came.
When the demon troops heard this voice, they retreated in the direction they came from as if they were being amnesty.
Nearly 100,000 corpses were left on the ground outside Wentian City, lying so lonely on the ground.
"Is the demon clan retreating?"
"Yes, retreat!"
"That's the sound of Ming Jin withdrawing his troops!"
"Retreat! The demon tribe was repulsed by us!"
The defenders on the Wentian City Wall hugged each other and cried.
Deafening cheers resounded through the sky.
"The underworld is extinguished!"
Above the sky, a thousand-foot-long river hangs horizontally, with earthy yellow light flowing, and there is a terrifying power of destruction on it.
The Great Sage Huangquan looked pale, and pointed his right index finger at Mo Hui, and the thousand-foot-long river swept towards Mo Hui.
It can be seen that after this move is performed, the load on the Great Sage Huangquan is not small.
"Overwhelming!"
Mo Hui looked at the thousands-foot-long river sweeping in, and struck out with a palm.
A huge hand appeared from the sky, directly covering the rushing turbulence.
"boom!"
A loud noise was heard, and all the rivers of thousands of feet collapsed.
"puff!"
The Great Sage Huang Quan spit out a mouthful of blood and his face became paler.
Unexpectedly, the other party has caught up with me in just a hundred years!
"Huang Quan, the troops have retreated, let's retreat too!"
A Mahayana warrior from the demon clan suddenly exerted his strength, knocked back Dongfang Shuo with a palm, and spoke.
"Okay! Let's retreat!"
The Great Sage Huangquan heard this and said quickly.
He didn't dare to fight any longer. If he continued to fight, he would probably be killed by the opponent!
"Don't run away! You bastard! If you have the guts, fight me for another 300 rounds!"
Mo Hui saw the Great Sage Huangquan wanting to retreat and encouraged his general.
The Great Sage Huangquan ignored Mo Hui's provocation and flew directly towards the demon clan camp.
Another demon clan monk in the Mahayana stage who was in the sky used a magical power with his opponent. Then he distanced himself from Dongfang Shuo and others and retreated towards the demon clan camp.
"It's a pity that the Great Sage Huangquan is about to die. If we continue to fight with him, I will definitely be able to kill him!"
Mo Hui looked at the retreating Great Sage Huang Quan and sighed.
"It's not that simple. If an old monster like this is so easy to kill, he won't be able to live for so long. He must have other tricks..."
Dongfang Shuo shook his head when he heard this.
"Okay, let's go back too! We just need to defend Wentian City!" Dongfang Shuo looked at the retreating demon clan and also moved towards Wentian City.
Mo Hui and another powerful man in the Mahayana stage followed him and landed in the city lord's mansion.
"Junior Ye Xiaoxiao, I have met three seniors! Thank you to the three seniors for helping me!"
Ye Xiaoxiao bowed his hands towards Dongfang Shuo and the others.
The three of them nodded and smiled in return.
"Xiaoxiao! We are a family, you're welcome..." Mo Hui looked at Ye Xiaoxiao and waved his hand.
"Uh...what do you call this senior?"
Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned when he heard this, and then asked.
"Hahaha... My name is Mo Hui, the ancestor of the Mo Dynasty. I heard from Xiao Hai and Xiao Meng that you are a good little girl. When Mo Wen comes back, I will let him marry you..."
Mo Hui looked at Ye Xiaoxiao and was very satisfied.
"This bad old man's name is Dongfang Shuo, and this silent gourd's name is Qin Mo."
When Ye Xiaoxiao heard this, two blushes appeared on her face. This sudden urge to marry caught her off guard...
"Three seniors, let's go inside and talk. I have people prepare drinks and some food for the three seniors."
Ye Xiaoxiao suggested as she saw a few people standing in the yard.
Dongfang Shuo's eyes lit up when he heard that there was wine.
"Yes, yes...let's go in and say..."
Dongfang Shuo said as he walked inside.
"Drunkard!" Qin Mo shook his head and muttered softly.
…
"Miss, the demon clan has retreated. That Bai Ancestor did not choose to take action. He probably wanted to wait for the demon clan's support troops to arrive tomorrow. According to the news from the spies, ten Mahayana warriors will arrive on the battlefield early tomorrow morning and join the battle...
…”
"Well...I know! So how is he? Where is he?"
Liu Yan'er put her hands behind her back, gently gathered her skirt, and sat on the chair.
"Miss, our people have lost track of our uncle, and now we don't know where he is..."
Sister Mu replied.
"After my uncle left Hulao City, there was no news about him."
Hearing this, Liu Yan'er wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows.
"On the way from Hulao City to Wentian City, no news came back?"
"No! My uncle probably didn't come to Wentian City. He probably changed his route and went somewhere else halfway."
"Now we're in trouble!"
Liu Yan'er sighed and murmured softly.
…
Mo Wen did change the route halfway.
Because there was chaos everywhere now, as he was walking forward, he was attracted by a battle.
It was a battle between an army of demons and humans.
And in the human team, he saw several acquaintances...
"Hahaha... I didn't expect to meet a human team here. If you meet this great sage, I can only say that you are unlucky."
A demon cultivator in the Mahayana stage laughed wildly.
"Come on! No need to fight to the death! Just be my dinner!"