Speaking of Yan Mo, he is not a simple person. In the source world, as far as the human race is concerned, his strength is not the first, but no one can defeat him.--
This is Yan Mo, the first member of the younger generation of the Yan family.
Of course, this is obvious, and his strength is indeed not bad. At this time, he was not at a disadvantage against Wu Meng. The two were evenly matched.
However, because he was dragged down, everyone in the human race also fell into a heavy siege.
"That's not good!"
Yan Mo was impatient, but he had no choice. Wu Meng was too difficult to deal with. His special witchcraft power was not much worse than his own. Although Yan Mo was confident of defeating him, he would not be able to defeat him in a short time.
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"We can only abandon them!"
Looking at the human elites who were locked in a bitter battle, Yan Mo sighed softly in his heart, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
There is nothing that can be done about this. If it is delayed, it will not be of any benefit to them, and they will all perish here by then.
Therefore, we must retreat.
"withdraw!"
He shouted loudly, and countless thunder and lightning fell from the sky, all falling on the heads of the surrounding Wu Ling tribe, giving everyone time to take a breath. Then, he forced Wu Meng back with one move, and swept towards the distance with all his strength.
Go, Haotian and others are not eager to fight, no longer care about anything else, and just want to escape.
"The humble human race actually dares to challenge the power of my Witch Spirit Clan. Leave them all to me...'Witch Prison'!"
Wu Meng was furious, and his whole body was covered with curses, just like stripes. Following the curses in his mouth, the curses on his body spread overwhelmingly, very fast, except for Yan Mo who opened a gap and escaped.
, all other people are trapped in this cursed world.
In less than half a moment, they were surrounded again and for a time, they were in a desperate situation.
"Damn it!"
In less than a few seconds, more than a dozen people were killed on the spot. Even Haotian was struggling to resist. Yan Mo cursed secretly and stopped with a livid face.
"I said, you all must die!"
Wu Meng's ugly face was filled with a ferocious smile, he was approaching Yan Mo, and his words were very proud.
"snort!"
Yan Mo snorted, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said through gritted teeth, "Wood Spirit Clan, you are so scheming, you actually used the King of Origin Beasts as bait to lure the elites of the four tribes to take the bait, so you can attack... What are you doing?
Challenge the patience of the four races!"
"fart!"
He didn't say it was okay. When he mentioned it, Wu Meng suddenly became furious. The pimples on his face trembled. He was also very angry and shouted, "Since you are not willing to admit it, then I can only admit it."
Kill them all and then look for them yourself!"
Although this strategy is indeed correct, the problem is that they have not obtained the divine source yet, and according to Wu Yi's description, this divine source has definitely fallen into the hands of one of the four major races.
"Death!"
The spells were densely covered, and Wu Meng, like a giant beast, raised a fist thicker than a water tank condensed by the spells, and smashed it directly towards Yan Mo.
"Thunder from all directions!"
Yan Mo's eyes were filled with lightning, and his whole body was covered with electric arcs. He pressed his hand seals, and dark clouds rolled around him. Eight thunders condensed. Under his control, with an overwhelming aura of destruction, they fell towards Wu Meng one after another.
, so that he had to switch from offense to defense and could only defend passively.
The lightning attribute was so powerful that it had a paralyzing effect. If it were hit hard, it would kill him in an instant.
And this Bafang Tianlei is one of the unique skills created by the sages of the Yan family by taking advantage of the thunder attribute. It is the pinnacle of heaven-level martial arts.
Eight thunderbolts struck in different sequences, which made it difficult for people to guard against. At this time, Wu Meng was also struck, and his face turned pale.
Yan Mo's strength has never been inferior to him. If it weren't for the fact that there were other Wu Ling clan members harassing Yan Mo, he wouldn't be able to compete with Yan Mo.
"Dragnet!"
While Yan Mo was resisting the attacks of the twenty or so Witch Spirit tribesmen around him, he formed a large net and threw it towards the Witch Spirit tribesmen who were besieging the human race in the distance, hoping to open a way for them to survive.
"ah,……"
Several screams resounded, and the four Wuling clan members were directly killed on the spot by the dragnet. Thunder and lightning filled with the aura of destruction shattered them on the spot. Blood rained down, and immediately, an exit was revealed.
"rush!"
As soon as Haotian and others saw this exit, they rushed towards it with all their strength. Although both sides suffered losses, more than a dozen people still rushed out.
However, the other extrovert, dozens of people of that race had already fled, and the rest had been killed. When they saw the situation here, they all rushed over at extremely fast speeds...
"Escape quickly!"
Yan Mo couldn't care less, so he forced Wu Meng back again and flew towards the distance without looking back.
He knew very well that if he waited for the people on that side to come over, he would never be able to leave.
"No one can escape!"
A gloomy voice resounded, and a black figure flashed from a distance, like a black lightning. In an instant, Haotian and more than a dozen people were stopped, and the sky was filled with mantras as a prison.
Trapped them inside.
This person is none other than Wu Li, the second master of the Wu Ling clan.
"It seems that there is still no way to escape death!"
After being trapped, Haotian and others had wry smiles on their faces, and their faces were ashen.
This is a truly desperate situation. With Wu Meng and Wu Li here, there is no possibility for them to escape.
"If you fight with them, even if you die, you will be buried with them!"
They looked at each other and saw the absolute despair in each other's eyes.
And their target is Wu Meng.
Suddenly, everyone was surging their own energy crazily, all attacking towards where Wu Meng was.
"You bastard, you dare to resist, you will all die!"
Wu Li and Wu Meng took action at the same time, and the overwhelming spells were as heavy as the sky. The dull breath spread, making it difficult for people to even breathe.
"Bang bang,..."
A muffled sound resounded, and blood burst out. Haotian and a dozen other powerful human beings were suppressed, knocked down, and crashed into the ground. They all vomited blood. Two of them died on the spot.
"Cowardly ants dare to compete with me, the Witch Spirit Tribe!"
Wu Li's ugly face was full of arrogance, and his tone was very disdainful, which made Haotian and others look even more ugly.
During this trip, only Yan Mo escaped. Almost all the elites were lost. There were more than 200 people, including Haotian and others, and only about 30 were left at this time...
At this time, deep regret arose in the heart of the previously impulsive person.
If he had acted according to the plan, how could he have ended up in such a situation if he was an oriole?
"Gulu gulu,..."
An extremely strange sound came from a distance at an extremely fast speed. Soon, everyone could see a swamp surging towards them.--
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