"Asshole, it's these damn fire spirits again!" Tie Wangluo angrily punched the flagpole. Fortunately, the flagpole was strong enough and did not break.
Yanguang Ancestor and Soul Bingxuan also looked ugly. They had suffered greatly from Huo Ling.
From the fire spirit on the back of the fire scorpion to the fire spirit on land, neither cavalry nor infantry can defeat it.
It can be said that Guimu Tengchuan's sandstorm formation was only a small reason why the battle ended like this.
What really matters is that these tens of thousands of fire spirits and more than 10,000 golden armored warriors make it difficult for them to move forward.
"Guangzu, why haven't you seen Mr. Zuomu?" Baimu Qingfu stood beside Yanguangzu and asked casually.
"Oh, I felt a little uncomfortable when I woke up this morning. I'm resting in the big tent!" Yan Guangzu curled his lips.
"I feel uncomfortable. Do you need it? I'll go take a look?" Baimu Qingfu frowned.
Seeing that the appointed time is approaching, what should I do if Yan Guang Zuo Mu doesn't come out?
"No, that's just the way it is with a soul. It's often counterattacked by the host's consciousness. Just rest for a while."
Ancestor Yan Guang still trusted Bai Mu Qingfu and replied with his spiritual power.
"That's it, it's fine!" Baimu Qingfu nodded. The matter has reached this point, and he has no good solution.
I had no choice but to follow the agreed code, raised my left hand and scratched my head.
"There was an accident?"
Under the Langya Army King's flag, Li Wenhao stared at the formation projection in front, thought for a moment and said: "Send an order to Huo Qianheng and ask him to mobilize the 60,000 Yan clan soldiers from the Golden Crow Army!"
"Follow the order!"
Half an hour later, Huo Qianheng personally arrived with 60,000 Yan clan soldiers. Li Wenhao called him to him and whispered a few words.
At this time, the New Fourth Battalion just retreated, and the New Fifth Battalion stepped forward. Huo Qianheng hurriedly returned to the team, took out a stack of notes, and sent them to the captains under his command.
"Go, pass these slogans on, and we will shout them together later. Anyone who disobeys the order and fails to shout, or whose voice is not loud, will be killed on the spot!"
"Follow the order!" These ten thousand captains were all promoted to the fifth level by Li Wenhao using explosive hidden pills, and they were loyal to Langya.
Although they took the note and looked at it and were very surprised, no one said anything and they all clasped their fists and accepted the order.
"The Yanguang family bullies men and women. What is this? We can't shout!"
"Yes, if we shout this, we will become the sinners of the Yan clan, and we will never be able to go back again!"
When the 60,000 Yan tribe soldiers heard the slogans that the general asked them to shout, their expressions changed drastically. Except for a small number of supporters, nearly half of them became restless.
When they were forced to surrender, it was just to save their lives. They didn't really surrender. They even thought that Langya would be defeated, so how could they commit suicide.
"The king has an order. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!" Huo Qianheng's eyes widened and he slashed down with his sword, killing several shouting soldiers.
"Puff!" Thousands of households, hundreds of households, including about one-tenth of the soldiers who became members of the system, took action one after another.
In an instant, rivers of blood flowed, and thousands of people died tragically on the spot.
"Don't, don't kill me. I'm going to yell. I'm going to yell. I'm going to kill you!"
"Woooooooo, don't kill me, I'm shouting!"
These soldiers from the Yan Clan were not hard-core in the first place, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they still dared to say no.
"Okay, regroup and let's go!"
Huo Qianheng commanded his men to kill another batch of dishonest people. The original team of 60,000 was killed by 10,000, leaving only 50,000.
It's strange to say that after killing so many people, morale rose instead of falling.
Li Wenhao was surprised to find that black crows were popping up above the heads of the remaining 50,000 people.
The number of system members has skyrocketed from more than 6,000 to nearly 20,000.
"These weaklings are blocking the way out, and they don't know what to do!" Li Wenhao muttered in a low voice.
Originally, I just wanted to force Yan Guang Zuomu out, but I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise.
There are 50,000 Yan clan soldiers, and with 20,000 system members, this team can basically be used with confidence, and there is no need to worry about rebellion on the battlefield.
"You bastard, Li Wenhao went too far to bully others and actually killed my Yan Clan soldiers!"
The allied forces of the four tribes discovered the actions of the Langya Army immediately, but the others, Yanguang Ancestor Qi, cursed loudly.
I was thinking about whether it would be good to secretly send someone to contact him and set up an internal response or something.
"It's said that Langya treats prisoners preferentially and wants all races to be equal. This is their true colors!"
"Yes, send the order to go down, defeat Langya, and rescue our brothers!" Tie Wangluo flattered him at the right time, raised his arms and shouted.
"Defeat Langya and rescue the Yan clan brothers!"
However, the barbarian soldiers had just shouted twice when the Yan brothers across from them shouted slogans that made them bewildered.
"The Yanguang family are all beasts. They bully men and dominate women, and they will die a good death!"
"Yanguang Zuomu, an old man, used despicable means to seize the soul clan princess. He is worse than a pig or a dog!"
"Yan Guang Zuo Mu, an old man, uses the essence and blood of his tribe to cultivate with his soul, which is intolerable to the laws of nature!"
"Wocao!"
The generals of the four tribes' coalition forces were dumbfounded. This slogan was too exciting. They wanted to seize the soul tribe princess and use her tribe's essence and blood to cultivate her.
No matter which one it is, it is fatal news!
"Asshole, Li Wenhao, you are shameless, slanderous and spreading rumors!"
Under the commanding flags of the four tribes, Ancestor Yanguang's eyes almost popped out of his head. He had never expected to hear this.
Oops, he jumped up to his feet and cursed angrily.
"Li Wenhao, you're doing well!" Soul Bingxuan gritted his silver teeth, his pretty face turned livid, and his light blue eyes were full of anger.
Although what the other party shouted was true, many high-level people from various ethnic groups also knew it.
But no one dared to speak out about this huge scandal that happened decades ago, let alone shout it out in front of the two armies in front of hundreds of thousands of troops.
What's even more shocking is that the person who shouted the message was tens of thousands of Yan tribe surrendering troops.
Isn’t this putting the faces of the Yanguang family and the Soul family on the ground and stepping on them?
That's too much!
As for using the essence and blood of the clan members to practice martial arts, this taboo is even more serious. Once confirmed, the Yanguang family will be notorious.
"You are really cruel, you even dare to expose this kind of pot!" Tie Wangluo swallowed hard, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He was really scared!
A ruthless person like Li Wenhao is not afraid of anything. If anyone offends him, you will be punished to death!
Is it really worth it for him to offend Li Wenhao for the sake of the Yanguang family?
"Guangzu, please send someone to ask Master Zuomu quickly. If this matter is not handled well, something big will happen!" Baimu Qingfu looked anxious and pulled the already furious Yanguangzu tightly.
He wasn't pretending, he was really scared. He didn't expect Li Wenhao to be so fierce. In order to achieve his goal, was he really brave?
In order to prevent Yanguang Zuomu from recovering his cultivation, it is enough to offend the Yanguang family. How can he even offend the Soul family to death? Is it really worth it?
"Yes, yes, you are right, come on, come back and find my father!" Yan Guangzu's head was buzzing and it was a mess.
After listening to Baimu Qingfu's advice, he was like a drowning man who found a piece of driftwood, grabbed it tightly, and nodded vigorously.