The appearance of this masked man not only caused silence in the Wuling Clan army, but also caused a brief silence on the human race side.
who is this person,
The masked man's body fell to the ground like a fallen leaf. He was less than ten feet away from Feng Hao. He just stared at Feng Hao, and a hoarse voice came out from under the mask,
"It's really surprising that a seventh-level strongman appears from a humble race..."
There was a deep disdain in his voice, and it seemed that he didn't take Feng Hao into consideration at all. The masked man looked around at the human army with high morale, and shook his head in disbelief.
At this time, no matter how stupid he was, he could see that the masked man was a strong man from the Wuling clan. After this man appeared, Gongsun Jing's brows suddenly frowned. His intuition told him that if something goes wrong in this war, then The reason is very likely to come from this masked man.
But why do I never have any information about this masked man?
Gongsun Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the faces of many strong men from the Wu Ling Clan. He was even more confused. It seemed that the Wu Ling Clan didn't know the origin of this person either.
"Is it the Wuling Tribe's trump card?"
Feng Hao also stared at the masked man in front of him. Although he could not detect any aura fluctuations on his body, it was because of this that he became wary.
"It's a pity that a seventh-level strong man... was born into such a humble race."
The masked man didn't seem to hear Feng Hao's question. Instead, he talked to himself. From beginning to end, he didn't take Feng Hao seriously.
"Feng Hao, the one who beat him to death is more arrogant than my old dragon."
Long Yueguan behind him shouted directly. Under his leadership, the entire human army was shouting, and their morale reached a peak.
"Kill him."
"Kill the scum of the Witch Spirit Clan."
Listening to the morale-boosting shouts behind him, the corners of Feng Hao's mouth slightly raised. It is with this level of morale that only in this way can the human army be able to exert 200% of its strength.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's see what's so special about your so-called Wizard Spirit Tribe's trump card."
Feng Hao's voice resounded throughout the audience, his fighting spirit soaring to the sky, his eyes shining brightly, he walked forward step by step. With every step he took, the fighting spirit bursting out of his body increased by a terrifying amount.
"Oh, it looks like you still have a few skills." The masked man saw Feng Hao bursting with fighting spirit, his pupils shrank, and he seemed to have a slightly changed view of Feng Hao.
The next moment, the sky and the earth turned pale, and a majestic momentum quietly rose from the masked man's body, like a real dragon waking up after sleeping for thousands of years.
The masked man's robe automatically moved without wind, making a hunting sound. His body automatically levitated, and he coldly glanced at the human army with an attitude of looking down on all living beings. A voice full of murderous intent resounded throughout the battlefield.
"The ants-like human race actually dares to provoke us, the Witch Spirit Clan. Today I will bloodbath your human army and tell everyone that this is the fate of provoking the Witch Spirit Clan."
In line with his overwhelming momentum, this voice struck the hearts of everyone in the human army like a heavy drum. He turned out to be a seventh-level strong man.
"My grandma is a bear, a seventh-level strongman. The Witch Spirit Clan is really well hidden." Long Yueguan was shocked when he saw the masked man's aura released. An unknown seventh-level strongman was acting on the battlefield. But it's no small matter, and he even has the ability to turn the tide of the battle in the end.
Gongsun Jing's face changed slightly, and the calmness on his face was gradually replaced by a kind of solemnity. This seventh-level strongman from the Wuling Tribe has never been announced, and he does not have any information about this person.
Where did this masked man come from?
Similarly, this problem also troubled many people in the Wuling Clan army, because even they did not know that such a strong man had appeared in their own clan, but after a moment they also reacted and cheered loudly. No matter what, if this seventh-level strong man appears, he will be able to kill the leader of the opponent's army.
Fat Fox, who was standing on the city wall, also lost his cool at this time. A seventh-level strongman who suddenly appeared like this had the ability to turn the tide of the battle. No matter how sophisticated the opponent's plan was, he would not be able to defeat him at all. In the face of strength, everything is vain,
"Sir, this strong man is..." Fat Fox looked at the person in charge of the Wuling Clan next to him with excitement. He seemed to have vaguely guessed the origin of this strong man, but he was not sure in his heart.
The person in charge of the Witch Spirit Tribe looked at the figure of the masked man, took a deep breath and said: "You guessed it right, he is the strong man with the divine body of our Witch Spirit Tribe, the legendary Witch Spirit Body."
Fat Fox looked excited. Sure enough, as he said, the divine body of the Wuling Clan was finally born. The outcome of this war has been determined. No matter how strong the virtual martial body of the human race is, it will never be defeated by this adult. escape,
"Hmph, originally the superiors didn't plan to let this gentleman show up so soon, but when I think that even humble races like the human race dare to provoke me, my witch spirit clan has been silent for too long, so I must use some bloody means to scare other people. Race."
At this time, Fat Fox also lost the calmness he lacked as a strategist. He nodded and looked at the human army as if he were looking at dead people.
Naturally, Feng Hao didn't know the origin of the masked man in front of him at this time. Although the opponent was also a seventh-level powerhouse, he was not afraid at all. So what if he was seventh level? He knew the result after one battle.
"The human race has a virtual martial body. In the past, the God Lord with this kind of physique was very majestic. If I kill you later, how would you think those dead God Lords would feel." The masked man stood in the air, looking down at the wind. Hao, the corner of his mouth raised a cruel arc,
In the past, when the human race was at its most prosperous, the various grievances and grievances with the Wuling clan have always been engraved in the blood of the descendants of the two clans. Therefore, these two clans are mortal enemies. Once they fight, they will be divided into life and death. There is no third outcome. ,
"In the past, my seniors from the human race were able to defeat the Wu Ling clan, and I can naturally do the same." Feng Hao's fighting spirit was soaring into the sky. He was not afraid at all just because the opponent was at the seventh level. He directly attacked the masked man,
"court death."
Hearing what Feng Hao said, the masked man seemed to be angry, his eyes revealed an astonishing murderous intent, and he decided to let Feng Hao die in the most cruel way in front of the armies of the two tribes.
Only in this way can he prove to everyone that the human race is just a humble race after all. Even if it has gained the power of martial arts, it is still a cowardly race.