"Wild fires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again." Baili Wenwen looked at the effect of killing chickens to scare monkeys, and said with great satisfaction: "If there is no blood, you will think that I am merciful."
The sword light of the demonic shadow passed by, bringing with it a majestic magic power, which deeply shook the hearts of Mo Yan and others at the other end.
That is the strength of the demon shadow, which is completely beyond their imagination.
It was just a flow of air that made them feel a chill in their heads and necks. It was the suppressed murderous aura that directly overwhelmed their strength. Even Mo Xuan had to be wary of Mo Ying, thinking about this man and himself.
If it were a one-on-one challenge, what would be the outcome?
After the demonic shadow killed two people in an instant, it returned to Baili Wenrou and stood there.
"If you have nothing more to say, just leave!" Baili's gentle eyes glanced over Mo Han's body, then he opened the spaceship and disappeared directly to the entrance of the demon clan with Mo Nian and Mo Ying and others.
This time I really left.
He kept his word and didn't kill the rest of them.
However, among the rest of them, except for the Elf King and the Ghost King, who are the only surviving alien clan leaders, there seems to be nothing left to kill.
Ask yourselves.
If these people in front of me knew that as long as they worked together and broke through the Demon Palace without being affected, the current ending would definitely not be like this. Would they be mad to death?
But sometimes what we are fighting is psychological warfare and IQ.
Gusu Zhan glanced at Mo Xuan deeply: "That's great!"
What exactly is everyone’s hope?
Everything is different, how can we win?
Mo Xuan touched Mo Han's head: "Let's go too!"
"Ask yourselves for the answer." Gu Su Zhan's voice drifted away, and finally nothing was left, disappearing into the mist.
"Palace Master, do you think...the Ghost King has really been on our side from beginning to end?" Mo Leng said.
Don't say that he didn't help from the beginning to the end.
"Naturally, judging from the current capabilities of the Holy Palace of Light, it is impossible to fight against the demons. Besides...since the demons have returned to Han'er, we naturally cannot go back on our word."
After leaving four words, Gusu Zhan turned around and left with the crow and all the cuttlefish subordinates.
But at this moment, Mo Leng's voice suddenly came. He looked at Gusu Zhan and the huge black shadow army that seemed to melt into the dark mist, and couldn't help but ask: "Ghost King, in this battle, what do you think of us?"
Why did you lose? Is it really just about strength?"
With seven tribes living side by side, it is difficult to unite as one.
Gusu Zhan looked at the direction Baili Rouwen was leaving, and then looked away for a long time: "Palace Master, are you leaving now?"
As for the Guangming Holy Palace, since they have reconciled, they have settled down.
Thinking that that woman Baili Wenwen ended this war just by relying on deception.
Then he looked at the rest of Mo Yan and the others. Mo Yan looked very pale because he had been seriously injured and had not rested. Mo Gan was holding Lin Yanlan who was in a trance, and his mind had already flown to nowhere. Mo Gan had no idea where he was going.
Leng was at the end of his strength, with countless new and old wounds on his body, but he relied on his only will to stay awake.
Mo Xuan looked at him: "What do you want to say?"
"We have all lost so many people, but only the ghost clan is intact. Isn't it strange?" Mo Leng said.
But Mo Xuan's eyes were dark and calm: "This... is not important anymore."
It's gone, it's all gone, and all the foreigners have already fled back to their tribes.