The demon's beautiful eyes showed surprise when she saw the ten-tailed demon fox coming out. She may never have imagined that the ten-tailed demon fox would be the demon beast of Mo Zhuyue. You know, the reputation of the ten-tailed demon fox in the demon world may not be very good.
Okay, but his courage and strength have always been the best in the demon world.
It is not a good thing to compete with the ten-tailed demon fox.
Losing is not a good thing; winning is even worse.
Mo Zhuyue saw the hesitation in Yaoyao's eyes. Naturally, she also knew that Yaoyao was no match for the ten-tailed fox. If the two really fought against each other, she didn't want to see such an ending.
"Yaoyao, I don't want to fight you. You are free. It will be good for you to leave Feng Yun. If you feel owed or anything, there is no need. Because Feng Yun will definitely die today!"
Yaoyao looked at the ten-tailed demon fox, then at Mo Zhuyue, and sighed helplessly.
"There are many things that I don't want to do. I have to fight this battle."
Demons also have the dignity of demons. Since demons must be beaten, Mo Zhuyue will naturally not say anything.
"Ten-Tails, I'll leave this to you."
In front of the city gate of Xihai, the flames of war have become more and more intense, and the thick smoke has covered the entire city. The people are wailing everywhere. The longer it delays, the more people will die.
"Okay, leave this to me."
Mo Zhuyue turned around and left, chasing towards the city gate.
Yaoyao was about to step forward to stop her, but the tall body of the ten-tailed demon fox flashed in front of Yaoyao, blocking her way.
"Now, your opponent is me."
The real mission of the ten-tailed demon fox is to entangle the demon fox.
Yaoyao's fiery red eyes flickered, and the surrounding red flames merged to form a protective line, and they were about to explode.
The ten fiery red and thick tails of the Ten-tailed Demon Fox fly freely in the air, as moving as the clouds dancing in the sky.
One red is coquettish, the other sharp, the two extreme colors collided together, and huge sparks broke out, and the war was carried out in flames.
On the other side, Mo Zhuyue has arrived at the city gate, and Long Canghao has also rushed over. The flames of war and gunpowder smoke are still filling the air, but above the city gate, a dark figure stands proudly in the middle of the city gate.
It is a huge barrier. No matter how huge Feng Yun's cannons and force offensive are, they cannot shake the city of the West Sea Empire behind Fei Mo in the slightest.
Behind Feng Yun was a million-strong army, a dense mass of darkness. In front of the million-strong army was an altar, with three handsome and noble men tied to it.
They are Yun Qingcheng, Long Junao and Xi Chenluo.
Their former splendor was no longer the same, and they were tied to pillars in a depressed state. It seemed that their internal energy had been blocked or wasted.
Xi Chenluo was the only one who kept his eyes burning on the ink-colored figure on the high platform. Even if he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, he could still tell the aura of Fei Mo.
Guided by a melancholy and strange emotion in his heart, his eyes could only focus on the ink color on the high platform.
His eyes were calm and could show nothing.
At the highest position above the altar, stood Feng Yun.
At this moment, Feng Yun was wearing a black brocade robe with a lifelike golden dragon embroidered on the brocade robe. He was domineering and arrogant. He stood there with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he stretched out a hand and made a stop gesture.