In such a short time, its opponent, the third-level ancestor, was already lying on the ground below, with all the bones and meridians in his body shattered, and he had long since lost his breath.
"Bai Ling, thank you!" Chi Xiaoxuan looked at Bai Ling and spoke loudly.
Goo!
Bai Ling screamed and rushed towards the old man who shot at the eighth-level Poxu.
The old man on the other side had just seen the battle between Bai Ling and the third-grade ancestor, and already understood its combat power.
Now that he saw Bai Ling rushing towards him, he naturally had no intention of fighting and quickly turned around and ran away.
However, with his level of cultivation, there was no hope of escaping.
Bang!
Before he had run three to five hundred meters, a wave of air surged out of Bai Ling's mouth. Suddenly, he saw the old man was thrown away a thousand meters, and he lost his breath in mid-air.
Goo!
Immediately afterwards, Bai Ling chirped again and rushed in the direction of Ling Hao.
Ling Hao's battle with the first-grade ancestor has now reduced his combat power to 60-70%, and he has many injuries.
However, the opponent was not unscathed. He was also injured, but slightly worse than Ling Hao.
Ling Hao never urged the Tianxuan Formation Disk, apparently waiting for Bai Ling to free up to support him.
The result was just as he thought!
Bang!
Bai Ling rushed not far away, and a wave of air blew the first-grade ancestor away, and a blood ribbon floated in the air.
After one move, his combat power dropped by half!
Without any time to think, he turned around and ran away to the rear!
Goo!
Bai Ling didn't intend to let him go, so he gave a shout and chased after him.
After Ling Hao looked at the other people's battle circle, Yukong rushed towards Qin Yuxin.
There was not much suspense in the ensuing battle. The first-grade ancestor was killed by a wave of air ejected by Bai Ling before he could run a distance of seven or eight thousand meters.
After Bai Ling freed his hand, the remaining mid- and late-stage Poxu opponents fell from the air one after another.
The whole process lasted for about twenty minutes, and all Shura Tieyi were killed, leaving no one alive.
Five minutes later, Ling Hao's group and the people from Rising Sun City landed on the ground one after another.
"Thank you for your help!"
A white-haired old man on the other side led a group of people to Ling Hao and bowed.
"It's easy, no need to be polite!" Ling Hao waved his hand.
"What's your surname, sir?" the white-haired old man continued to look at Ling Hao and asked.
"My surname is Ling!" Ling Hao responded and asked: "What happened here? Why did the people in Shura City attack you?"
"Young Master Ling, you don't know?" the white-haired old man said after being stunned.
"The people of Shura City have launched wars everywhere in the past month and have conquered dozens of cities, large and small."
"Today is the second time they have come to Rising Sun City. They came once three days ago."
"But that day, they underestimated our Rising Sun City's combat power, failed to achieve their goals, and came back defeated..."
Having said this, he seemed to have remembered something, and after a brief pause, his eyes brightened and he looked at Ling Hao.
"Master, your surname is Ling. Are you Ling Haoling, Master Ling, who comes from the low-level star field?"
At first he had no reaction when Ling Hao said his surname was Ling, but then he suddenly came to his senses.
The young man surnamed Ling was capable of leaping across a large realm to confront the enemy, and he was not familiar with the current situation in the sixth-order star field. With these factors added together, he immediately guessed Ling Hao's identity.
"To be honest, that's right!" Ling Hao smiled faintly.
"It turns out he is really Mr. Ling!" The white-haired old man bowed his hands.
"I have admired his name for a long time, and I am so lucky to see you today. I would like to thank Mr. Ling again for his life-saving grace!"
