"The twelve demon generals have all arrived today, and it's time to calculate the general accounts." Shen Yanxiao half-squinted his eyes and looked at the twelve demon generals standing opposite. This was the first time since the war began that they had met with the twelve demon generals. Demon generals confront each other head on.
Beside Shen Yanxiao, Dragon God, Shen Siyu, Lan Fengli, Qi Xia, Yang Xi, Doudou, Elf King, Meng Mengqi, Yaksha, and Xiyan fought shoulder to shoulder with her.
Eleven figures confront the demon general!
Emperor Yama looked at the human girl standing at the forefront. In this battle, Satan had issued a death order.
They want to bring back the leader of mankind, Shen Yanxiao, alive.
"Shen Yanxiao?" Emperor Yan looked at the aloof girl.
Shen Yanxiao shrugged, not interested in talking nonsense with Emperor Yan. She had already looked to the other side. As soon as they arrived, Yan Yu and Tang Nazhi had already rushed in the direction of Li Xiaowei.
Just seeing Li Xiaowei sitting on the ground covered in blood, the anger in Shen Yanxiao's heart began to burn continuously.
Yan Yu and Tang Nazhi rushed to Li Xiaowei's side as quickly as possible. Yan Yu immediately released the healing technique and completely enveloped Li Xiaowei. Tang Nazhi hugged Li Xiaowei who was covered in blood, his eyes filled with fear.
In just ten minutes, his brother turned into a bloody man!
Tang Nazhi couldn't believe what he saw.
"Ayu, save him..." Tang Nazhi's voice trembled, and boundless fear spread throughout his body. He had never been so afraid of anything. Even if he was fighting against the demon general, he didn't have the slightest fear, but now he was completely My soul was trembling with fear, and my throat seemed to be stuck, making it impossible to breathe.
Yan Yu continued to release healing techniques, but soon he stopped what he was doing, slowly lowered his head, and his shoulders shook slightly.
"Ayu! Save him! Save my brother!!" Tang Nazhi looked at Yan Yu who stopped rescuing in horror, his wide eyes filled with fear.
Yan Yu lowered his head in silence, and a suppressed groan escaped from his mouth.
"Ayu!" Tang Nazhi pushed Yan Yu's shoulder impatiently. The moment Yan Yu lifted his head, he saw a pale face full of tears.
"Na...zhi, Xiao...Xiaowei...he..." Yan Yu's voice was almost broken, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.
Tang Nazhi glared at Yan Yu.
"Xiaowei is gone..." Yan Yu cried uncontrollably. He kept releasing healing spells, but did not get any response. Li Xiaowei, who was lying in Tang Nazhi's arms, had already lost his breath.
After Emperor Yan and the others arrived, the young man sitting in a pool of blood never moved an inch...
"You lied to me! My brother will not die! He promised to wait for me to come back!!" Tang Nazhi couldn't accept such a result at all. He tightly held Li Xiaowei, who was covered in blood, in his arms. There is still a trace of warmth in his body, and his face under the blood stains is so familiar. How could he be dead?
This is impossible!
"My brother is just too seriously injured. Xiao Xiao must have a way to save him!" Tang Nazhi stopped saying anything to Yan Yu. He carried Li Xiaowei on his back and rushed towards Shen Yanxiao as fast as he could.
Yan Yu fell to the ground and burst into tears.
Shen Yanxiao just froze on the spot, looking at Tang Nazhi as if he was going crazy and carrying Li Xiaowei, who was covered in blood, with a very strange look on his face.
An ominous premonition surged in Shen Yanxiao's heart, but she didn't dare to think about it...