"Swish, swish, swish," the figures of Huang San, Jian Wuqi, and Shi Yaxian suddenly rose into the sky.
Que Liu was shocked. These three people were at the middle stage of Tianyan at the very least. Why were they fighting?
Seeing that there were still less than 30,000 people left, surrounded by Huang's three guards, Karak, and Nigel, I felt a heavy pain in my heart.
There are too many masters here, and I really can't beat them by myself.
"retreat!"
A roar came out of Queliu's mouth, but Queliu's wings moved and disappeared from the spot.
North of Beelzebub, the 20,000 Yaksha army hurriedly withdrew towards the Horsehead Strait in the northern continent.
Beelzebub hurriedly led eight thousand demon warriors, and Huang San summoned a skull dragon and death knight from the alien space to pursue the Yasha warriors.
The fifth lord, with his huge ears, heard the sounds of fighting in the east, and felt envious in his heart.
Qing Kongchen saw this scene and suddenly said: "Fifth lord, Yaksha's team of 20,000 people is retreating north. Do you want to make some achievements?"
"Making great achievements? No, no, I'm going to tear them apart."
The fifth lord, with his tall body, stepped on the ground, making bursts of roars. His huge figure led 40,000 demon warriors and headed towards the eastern coastline to intercept the 20,000 Yaksha clan who were preparing to retreat.
Nigel's heavy tiger body became extremely tired as he was attacked by two groups of Yaksha tribesmen.
There were many equally tired demon warriors, not as strong as Nigel, lying slumped in blood.
"Boom, boom," the exhausted demon warriors looked at the rushing Yasha warriors, but they were unwilling to die under their guns.
A figure of a pitch-black warrior moved forward from the ground, using the last bit of strength in his body to pounce on the gray spear that was stabbing him.
These big hands covered with mud and blood tightly grasped the tip of the big gun, letting the gray spear pierce his body, and his spiritual world exploded.
"Boom," amidst a burst of red soil flying, the dark demon warrior hugged the three Yaksha warriors and smashed them to pieces together.
"Don't blow yourself up. If you blow yourself up, you will lose the chance of reincarnation!"
When Nigel saw this scene before him, he couldn't help but cried out in pain.
"Even if I lose the chance of reincarnation, I don't want to die in the hands of the evil yaksha."
As soon as Nigel finished his words, a demon soldier suddenly exploded in front of him.
"What are you doing!" Nigel's tired face was filled with pain.
"Nigel, hold on, the Demon Lord and we are here to support you."
"Boom," a fiery red magic flame soared from the sky and landed next to Nigel. In an instant, it swallowed up three or four Yaksha warriors.
"It's Lord Clark, brothers, cheer up!"
But Nail suddenly burst out with endless power, looking to the north, Karak rushed towards him with a group of soldiers, and hurriedly spoke encouragingly to the more than 10,000 soldiers behind him.
Maybe for the more than 10,000 soldiers, it gave them the slightest hope of survival, but for Nigel, it made his spiritual sins much less severe.
"Now that Clark is here, I will be unscrupulous."
Nigel took off his black tattered shirt, revealing his upper body with fresh scars. With red eyes, he swung the iron rod and struck it fiercely at the gray-colored soldier.
There was a loud bang, and the Yaksha warrior holding a large gray shield was blasted into pieces by Nigel's iron rod filled with dark flames, including the man and the shield, and flew everywhere.
"Roar!" Nigel's eyes were red, he looked at the Yaksha warriors and roared like a wild beast.
"No, this lunatic has gone crazy again. Please don't fight with him."
"Boom, boom," at this moment, the five thousand men led by Karak bravely attacked the battle formation in the north. Not only that, three groups and four groups in the northwest were suddenly attacked by a powerful army.
In the blink of an eye, three or four of the large-shielded warriors in front fell, more than a few hundred of them.
At the same time that the large shielded warrior fell, the figure of 20,000 invincible warriors pierced in like a sharp knife.
"Boom, boom, boom," amidst the endless roar, sounded in the distance, and General Queliu's familiar voice sounded in the void.
"retreat."
It was like the drums of death sounded on the coastline of the northern continent. In an instant, the battle formation of more than 30,000 Yaksha warriors collapsed.
"Break through the sea and swim back to the Samsara Continent."
"Dong dong dong," in an instant, endless Yaksha warriors jumped into the sea one after another.
But the next second, he was dumbfounded.
Because, going south is downstream, but going north is countercurrent.
"General, Yasha and the others jumped into the sea. Let's go and shoot them to death."
A soldier was so excited that he started to drink loudly beside Nigel. The situation was really changing, but he didn't expect it to change so fast.
"Swish, swish, swish," in an instant, endless black arrow feathers were shot crazily towards the Yaksha warrior in the sea.
Nigel, who had gone crazy and refused to recognize his relatives, suddenly woke up when he heard the soldier's words and the sound of arrow feathers falling to the bottom of the sea.
"Shoot, shoot them."
The veins on Nigel's neck popped out, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.
Clark looked at the gray soldiers in the sea and snorted coldly: "Are you beaten stupid?"
"The sky is filled with fire and rain!"
"Hoo ho," as soon as Clark finished speaking, streaks of fiery red demonic flames fell from the sky and enveloped the sea.
This fiery red sea was ignited in an instant, either because there was too much magma in the seawater or because the temperature of the seawater itself was too high.
"Ah ah ah," screams kept ringing in the red sea.
The corner of Nigel's mouth twitched, this was much worse than himself.
"Kraka, your 5,000 men will escort Nigel's fatigued troops. After returning to the Demon City to adjust, they will defend the Demon City. The rest of you, together with me, will attack the Samsara Continent of the Yasha tribe."
"Yes, respected Lord Demon."
In an instant, endless black demon warriors knelt down devoutly in front of the demon lord Huang San, showing respect from the bottom of their hearts.
Waves of milky white light of faith resounded in Huang San's sea of consciousness. Huang Sanyi instantly saw that the barrier of the seventh heaven of the sea of consciousness was full of cracks, as if it was about to burst. He couldn't help feeling happy at the same time,
A huge sense of responsibility arises from my heart.
"Boom, boom, boom," a stream of wishes emerged in Huang Sanhai.
There are enchanting sighs from the cat and demon clan.
There is a constant buzzing and chattering of flies.
There are also the bone dragons and undead knights created by the previous generation of demon lord Satan in the ancient world, who miss themselves.
Huang San suddenly smiled. It was only today that he realized how cute this demon clan was.
While Huang San smiled, the countless people of the demon tribe actually felt the joy of the demon lord, and each one of them suddenly felt happy in their hearts.
At the same time as I was happy, the power of faith actually became purer.
"I'm not willing to let you go even if I'm a ghost, you guys."
Suddenly, an ancient wish force emerged in Huang San's sea of consciousness. Huang San was stunned, "Is this Hu San, Hu Qi?"
To the north of Huang San, the fifth lord's mountain-like figure blocked the evacuation path of the 20,000 Yaksha army marching in neat steps.
The 20,000 soldiers of the Yasha tribe looked at the fifth lord, and their hearts suddenly sank. There were about 40,000 troops in front of them blocking the way home. It was really hateful.
"Dong dong dong," a series of large gray shields hit the fiery red ground hard.
The leader of the large shield warriors of the Yaksha tribe shouted angrily: "Fight with them, the path of reincarnation is in our Yaksha's hands, why are we still afraid of death?"
"Yes, if we are not allowed to go home, we will fight with them and then slowly ravage them in the path of reincarnation."
"Huhuhu," a gray spear pierced the air and was firmly placed on the big shield.
The 20,000 Yaksha warriors who returned home were so decisive. It is truly unprecedented and unheard of.
Although the fifth lord was shocked, he still waved his hand, and each wave of two thousand soldiers began to attack the twenty thousand Yaksha soldiers.
Seeing this scene, Qing Kongchen turned to Zhou Wei and asked curiously: "Brother, there seems to be 30,000 people from the Yasha tribe in the north, right? Are they really undefended?"
Zhou Wei shook her head and said: "I don't know what Huang San is planning. Maybe he wants to concentrate his troops and eat the 20,000 first. However, if we want to go deep into the Continent of Samsara, many things have not been done yet!"
"It doesn't matter, we can grab the spirit stones first." Qing Kongchen smiled slightly, his black robes fluttering in the void, and suddenly, his eyes flashed and he looked into the distance.
I saw a dark figure in the distance, going away and coming back again, with a pair of fleshy wings vibrating as it cut through the sky towards the south at an extremely fast speed.