A strange silence suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Everyone's eyes were focused on the almost demonic figure, with faces full of surprise.
Eighth level strong man,
A seventh-level strongman can turn the tide of the battle, let alone an eighth-level strongman. Gongsun Jing's face showed a look of astonishment. This time, he miscalculated. The opponent actually had an eighth-level strongman. Appear,
"That... actually has the strength of the eighth level. Boy Feng is in danger." Long Yueguan looked anxious. What is the concept of an eighth-level powerhouse? It is an existence that cannot be competed at all.
Leng Yusen and the afterimages looked at each other and saw the worry in their eyes. Facing an eighth-level powerhouse, even they had no confidence that they would win.
"Are you the God of Xuwu?" The hoarse voice of the masked man spread throughout the battlefield, making all the strong men in the human army look gloomy. Indeed, the former invincible God Lord no longer exists in the world. , this is one of the reasons for the decline of the human race,
"Even though you have a virtual martial body, in the face of absolute strength, you are just like a clown." The masked man's body is surrounded by green light. With the power of divine patterns, he can absolutely suppress Feng Hao.
Leng Yusen and Afterimage's expressions changed slightly. This masked man was trying to undermine Feng Hao's confidence. It seemed that he wanted to break Feng Hao's inner self, so that he could break it in one fell swoop.
The two of them looked worried, ready to take action at any time. If Feng Hao was defeated in front of this large human army, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Haha, you are just trying to cover up the bad state of your body right now by talking so much."
After a long time, Feng Hao slowly raised his head and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The fighting spirit in his eyes was like a flame and remained unquenchable.
"It really surprises me that you can exert such power in the Baizu Tower, but you must have paid some serious price for it."
Feng Hao took a step forward, and the fighting spirit soared to the sky. It seemed that the whole world was trembling. With the fighting spirit, he was fearless. Even if the opponent was an eighth-level strong man, so what?
"Nonsense, you are struggling to your death."
A gloomy look flashed across the masked man's pupils, as if Feng Hao had pointed out his weakness. Indeed, as Feng Hao said, his cultivation level in the Baizu Tower was only at the peak of the seventh level, and he had just used the Witch Spirit The body's natal rune has reached the eighth level of tyranny, but this requires paying a price. This state can only last for a moment and a half, and then it will fall into a weak state. By then, let alone Feng Hao, even a random human will come A strong man can kill him,
"Really?" Feng Hao took a step forward, and the golden energy in his body spread all over his body again, and he rushed towards the masked man,
"Be bold and send you on your way."
The masked man had a gloomy look on his face, and the green runes on his body circulated again, and finally condensed into a sickle in his hand, fighting with Feng Hao,
Even in his current state, he could only use the Divine Pattern Demonic Seal just twice. He was not sure that he could use it to kill Feng Hao now.
"Oops, if this continues, the power of your divine pattern will fade, and you will inevitably suffer backlash."
On the city wall, the person in charge of the Wuling Clan looked anxious. Naturally, he knew very well that the power used by the masked man just now would have serious consequences for him. Once the power of the divine pattern fades, the consequences will be It would be unimaginable,
The fat fox next to him seemed to understand the seriousness of the matter. He narrowed his eyes into a straight line and watched the two people colliding with each other. He said calmly: "Sir, I feel that the power of the body of the God Lord of our clan seems to be dissipating."
Hearing this, the face of the leader of the Wuling Clan changed. He quickly closed his eyes and realized it carefully. Then he really discovered that the aura of the masked man was indeed weakening. Although almost no one could detect this level, but for the same clan, For a strong person, if you observe carefully, you can still see it.
"Go ahead and prepare to take action. We must not let any accidents happen to the Lord of God." The person in charge of the Wuling Clan immediately gave the order. He knew very well how significant the body of the Lord of God is to the Wuling Clan. If it is true, If any accident occurs here, the consequences will definitely not be something he can bear.
It is naturally best to be able to kill Feng Hao under the power of the divine pattern, but if he cannot do it, even if he kills all the people in the tenth city, he still has to keep the body of the divine master.
A golden figure and a cyan figure were staggered in the air. The terrifying fluctuations that erupted every time the two of them fought made the armies of the two tribes in the distance tremble. This was not a level they could contact at all.
"Hey, your strength is weakening. It seems that your method of increasing your cultivation is a bit too much for you." Feng Hao's face became paler, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained as before.
The face of the masked man became extremely gloomy. Just like what Feng Hao said, the power of the divine patterns in his body began to weaken, and he might not be able to sustain it for much longer.
Thinking of the backlash he would endure after his experience dissipated, the coldness in the masked man's eyes became even more intense. After a moment, he seemed to have made a decision in his heart, and the green light on his body was boiling.
Seeing this scene, Feng Hao's face gradually became serious. He knew that the other party was planning a final blow. After this blow, he would either defeat himself, or he would be backlashed by the power of the divine pattern.
Whether two people are alive or dead, the winner will be determined after one move.
There were two flames dancing in his eyes, Feng Hao once again condensed a golden sword in his hand, and his whole aura reached a peak,
The momentum of the two people was increasing, and the strong men of the two armies became quiet. On the side of the human camp, Gongsun Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, and said after a moment: "You guys should prepare to take action later, I'm afraid the result will be determined. Watch this time."
Long Yueguan and others all nodded, and even Xiao Qingmeng stared at his father's figure in the sky with wide eyes, without saying a word.
"Notify Leng Yusen and Can Ying that they should be ready at any time. Once Feng Hao fights, let them directly kill the body of the God Lord of the Witch Spirit Clan, and they will never let him escape."
"Wait a moment and send one of you to pick up Feng Hao. I'm afraid that after this fight, Feng Hao will be seriously injured."
One order after another was passed down from Gongsun Jing's mouth. The outcome of this attack on the city depends on the outcome of the battle between these two people.
At the same time, the powerful men from the Witch Spirit Clan were also arranged, and their order was to keep the masked man safe even if it cost them their own lives.