The demonic aura of the demonic shadow was like a dark cloud pressing down on the environment, making the monks feel extremely oppressed.
To be honest, they have never seen such a powerful demon clan.
That wave of his hand was an overwhelming amount of demonic energy, even worse than the power of light emitted by Mo Yan.
Mo Yan's lips turned even more purple. He had been poisoned by the Three Emperors Soaring Snake, so he could only maintain such a powerful light power.
But seeing the power of the demonic shadow made him feel even more depressed.
Just as Baili Wenrou thought, although this great formation of light does great damage to the demons, it also has a great impact on the demon soldiers and demon plants. If the two armies confront each other, their overall strength will be suppressed and controlled.
But the impact on Mo Ying, Ya Nu, Hong Ji and others was minimal.
Unless Mo Yan is twice as strong as a few of them, it's impossible.
After all, Mo Ying, Mo Nian and the others are all the demon clan of old monsters, and their strength is unfathomable. Even other alien clan leaders are afraid of them, so Mo Yan's light power has little impact on Mo Ying.
But Mo Yan was indifferent to Mo Leng's dissuasion. After all, the other party had already pushed them to this point, but how could they leave them alive? Now they could only fight for the last chance.
"Sister Baili..." Suddenly, Mo Han looked at Baili Wenwen next to him, his voice was low, and then he grabbed the hem of Baili Wenwen's clothes with his hand and said, "Sister, can you not kill my uncle?"
The Demon King Yuchi at the other end watched this scene and Yanu who was attacking him in front of him. He immediately asked his subordinates to hold her back, but he took out the sound transmission stone to send a message to his daughter.
The people in the Temple of Light also gave way, and the magic power of the demonic shadow also made them uncomfortable. Without the protection of the Temple of Light, the magic power was corroding their bodies, making the use of spiritual power slower.
The demon sneered: "You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
He had no shame to say this because what his uncle did was too much.
As long as he controls not to let this power of light appear in the battle, killing this Moyan will not affect the overall strength of the demon clan.
He hoped that his daughter had heard the news but immediately brought people down. He believed that the large army would be able to subdue these demons in a matter of minutes.
"Sir, don't use spiritual power anymore." Mo Leng saw that Mo Yan continued to increase his energy to fight against the demonic shadow, and immediately shouted to stop him.
The Demon Shadow and Mo Yan were fighting hard to separate each other, the collision of black magic power and the golden power of light, the earth-shattering energy explosion, and the other Demon Soldiers all retreated on their own initiative to avoid being hurt.
The magic in their hands deepened their breath, and the majestic magic pressed heavily on their chests.
The top of the entire canyon is black and golden.
Don't forget, this is a demon clan.
As expected, Baili Wenwen was indifferent, looking at the battle ahead, his whole person exuding a sense of coldness.
Mo Yan let go of Baili's gentle clothes and said: "I know that my request is too much, but uncle has been poisoned and he can no longer use the light formation. Sister Baili, I know... uncle's
His behavior is too excessive and you cannot forgive him, but...only my uncle and father in this world are people who are truly good to me. I..."
He felt very sad, but he didn't blame Baili Wenrou at all.
Because if it were him, he would have made the same choice as Baili Wenrou.