The terrifying eyes seem to be able to kill people just by looking at them!
Facing the Black-armored Demon God, Panshi only felt two lines of warm liquid flowing down his face, which was blood. His eyes had been burned by the Black-armored Demon God's evil aura.
The power of the devil cannot be seen with the eyes!
Whoosh!
The black-armored demon moved and flew over the heads of Pan Shi and others. The rolling blood clouds enveloped them and the mountains and rivers collapsed!
The wild beast under the rock let out a scream, exploded, and its body disintegrated!
In the pool of blood, the rock in front of his eyes was gradually blurred by the blood, and he tremblingly raised the spear in his hand.
He knew that there was no chance of him being spared. With this group of people, they would die under the pressure of the blood cloud without the Black-armored Demon God taking action. Many humans who were stronger than them also died like this.
Since he knew it was death, Panshi didn't want to be so meaninglessly shattered into a ball of rotten flesh. He wanted to be able to burn his soul as a warrior and die in the battle!
Pan Shi vaguely saw the black-armored demon passing by him.
boom!
It sounded like a thunder in my ears.
The moment the black-armored demon passed by, the world collapsed, and everything collapsed in the eyes and ears of the rock.
Panshi's body was completely frozen.
The spear was raised, but failed to pierce.
The vitality of the rock completely disappeared, and his whole body's flesh and blood collapsed. Only a pair of armor was left standing there supported by the bones. His eyes were empty and his soul was gone. A hand with white bones exposed was still holding the spear tightly, and the tip of the spear was blank.
Pointing forward, the cold light seemed to condense into eternity at this moment.
Even until his death, Panshi's lips were only slightly open, unable to make a sound and shout out the words he wanted to shout.
The devil is here!
Behind Panshi, those Desolate warriors also exploded!
However, their deaths are not meaningless.
Panshi wanted to take action, but when they came to patrol, they already knew that they probably wouldn't have any chance to struggle in front of the black-armored demon.
Their patrol was not to discover the Black-armored Demon God in advance and send out some early warning signal, but at the cost of their lives... At the moment of death, they used their flesh and blood to make the beacon smoke.
More than a dozen beacon smoke ignited.
Click click click!
In the Desolate Tribe's camp, among the thousands of life slips, a row of life slips that were connected together suddenly exploded into pieces!
The former King Huang suddenly opened his eyes while closing his eyes to rest.
These life slips are all connected to her mind, and she can immediately sense the fragmentation of the life slips.
The former King Huang's heart sank.
Woo!
The simple and desolate horn sound instantly spread throughout the entire wilderness camp.
This trumpet sound will only sound at one time, and it has only one meaning.
The Black-armored Demon God is here!
War horn!?
In the entire deep mountains and swamps, all the Desolate people, whether they were resting or on patrol, were all startled when they heard this sound, and they all rushed towards the Royal Palace of the Desolate people.
Even before the war began, the Desolate tribe had gone through countless drills.
At this time, although they were frightened and nervous, they were not panicked.
"It's coming... It's so fast. I wonder how Mr. Yi is doing." The Yingzhou Island couple who were meditating opened their eyes and the woman sighed softly. This battle may be a life-or-death separation, or even death for both of them.
But since it was the choice they made as a couple, they have no regrets.
"Tong'er, let's go."
"Um."
The two couples joined hands and flew to the Royal Palace of the Desolate Clan. Together with them, there were also a large number of human warriors who died fighting in this desolate place in the mountains and swamps. To the human race, it was like dying in a foreign land. But at this time, for their respective families,
continuation, they have no choice.
The former Huang King came to the palace. At this time, the palace was empty. Only Jiang Xiaorou was sitting quietly under a statue of the Sky Fox. Not far away, a shepherd boy was sitting cross-legged on the ground, guarding Jiang Xiaorou.
Inside the statue of the fox that day, the Holy Spirit of the Desolate tribe sleeps.
When the former Huang King entered the palace, Jiang Xiaorou had already opened her eyes: "Mother."
"The horn is sounding..."
The former Huang King looked at Jiang Xiaorou's calm and firm face and felt a little distressed.
"Yes." Jiang Xiaorou nodded lightly. The Holy Spirit was injured and fell into a deep sleep. When the Black-armored Demon God approached with all its strength, it felt the great danger and had forcibly woken up from its slumber.
The pressure of the Black-armored Demon God sealed off the Divine Desolation, and the Holy Spirit itself was connected to the Divine Desolate land. This was the final showdown between two ancient beings.
Thinking of the scene when she was enshrined at the sacred bone altar and the Holy Spirit recognized her, as if it was yesterday, Jiang Xiaorou sighed softly, the destined sacrifice made her a little reluctant to give up.
"Yun'er... don't let anything happen to you..." Jiang Xiaorou whispered, stood up, and spread her bright dress like a blooming rose.
Yi Yun took the initiative and went to look for the Black-armored Demon God, but now, the Black-armored Demon God came menacingly.
Jiang Xiaorou's heart felt cold, she was very scared, but at this time, as the king of the Desolate Clan, she couldn't think about this anymore. This was a battle related to the life and death of the Desolate Clan.
When Jiang Xiaorou walked out of the hall, her heart had returned to calm.
Jiang Xiaorou's performance also made the former Huang Wang feel relieved.
Without fear and calm, this is her daughter, the king who is supported by all the desert tribes and recognized by the Holy Spirit.
"Yun'er will be fine." Jiang Xiaorou said to herself again, her tone firm, as if she was warning herself.
Yi Yun promised her and would always do what he promised her.
Almost as soon as Jiang Xiaorou spoke, her eyes had already passed through the palace, crossed the square of the palace hall, and saw the horizon, where there was endless murderous intent...
"He's arrived." Jiang Xiaorou said.
The sacrificed guard team was thousands of miles away from the base of the Desolate Clan. For the Black-armored Demon God, this was only a short distance away.
Jiang Xiaorou had long hair hanging down her back, and her appearance was exquisite and moving. Outside the palace, there was a blood cloud covering the entire sky.
This blood cloud rolled in from a distance in an instant, and then enveloped the entire Desolate Clan camp!
After hearing the horn sound, people just had time to come out of their homes in a hurry.
As a result, at this moment, they saw the blue sky above their heads disappear.
The blood cloud was as thick as real plasma and seemed to drip down at any moment.
The celebrities of the human race and the emperors of the desolate race opened up their vitality shields one after another to protect the weak geniuses within them.
However, even so, those geniuses still surged with energy and blood when the blood cloud descended, and many of them were trembling with fear. Facing this demon that destroyed the world, they were still young and too insignificant. (To be continued.)