A mixture of malice emanated from Nobuhiro's body, which was hundreds of miles away in the sky. His innate nature, which was originally unworldly and not like a guest in the world, turned out to be a chaotic and crazy man.
The ever-dispersing aura affects the entire Martial Alliance, and countless ordinary civilians huddle in abandoned homes, waiting for their fate to be judged.
In this world where mythical force dominates the world, without strength, there is no right to be independent...even...the right to shout for oneself.
"This time the problem is big..."
Han Feng looked at Baili Nobuhiro, who was out of control in the sky, and felt a chill in his heart.
Even three innates of the same level may not be able to defeat Baili Nobuhiro, an innate who is in charge of the ancient power of building wood. This is why Han Feng dares to stay in the Martial Alliance.
But now that the congenital loss of control has occurred, the entire Martial Alliance has lost its Optimus Pillar. Jianmu, who has no one to lead, is unable to exert its power and cannot protect the millions of survivors of the Seven Kingdoms here...
And what happens next... is already obvious.
"ah!!!"
Baili Nobuhiro screamed loudly in the sky, and the pain that could not be hidden in his voice was horrifying... He was already an immortal being who understood the common feeling between heaven and man, but now he was reduced to this...
The warriors present could not even imagine it.
Under the protection of Jianmu, evil mist of evil thoughts grew simultaneously in a radius of hundreds of miles, and waves of zombie-proofing demons gathered together and began to advance towards the Martial Alliance station.
The sky seemed to have suddenly become shorter, and the black man felt inexplicably stressed.
The huge clouds exuded an ominous aura and gathered together, with only a little light emerging from the crack-like gaps.
On the clouds, there was a faint voice of a strange man murmuring.
The martial alliance warriors mobilized urgently. Some members of the Presbyterian Council rose into the sky to stop the crazy Baili Nobuhiro, while others began to direct the warrior army to evacuate the people and prepare for the battle.
Han Feng and his party stood on the root system of the building tree. They were at a high position and could see further.
Han Feng was a little puzzled... Why was he like a primary school student of the God of Death, causing big troubles wherever he went... And the intensity was getting bigger every time...
However... the matter is so critical that there is no room for further consideration.
While Han Feng was thinking about how to stimulate Xiao Jiling's sword heart, he was also thinking about how to escape.
Just kidding, at least he is a genius who leads the attack, and he is also a scheming genius who plays around with Baili Nobuhiro, a genius in this world.
If I don't want to run away quickly, I might have to be reimbursed here.
Although I am also the leader of a cult, my so-called colleagues are my enemies. If I use this identity to be honest with others, I might be sacrificed in blood.
Han Feng was still thinking about it, but Xiao Jiling beside him had already stood up.
Looking at the chaotic martial alliance, he wanted to rush over.
Han Feng dodged and blocked him.
"Master Xiao, where are you going?"
Xiao Jiling's expression looked particularly depressed, but there was a faint fire in his eyes.
"I have to...protect my fellow sects of [Qionglong Sword Sect]...that is...master's instruction..."
Now Xiao Jiling is like a puppet driven by some kind of power, mechanical but extremely determined.
Han Feng shook his head:
"Brother Xiao, in your current state, it may be difficult for you to join the battle."
Han Feng was right. On the one hand, he stopped Xiao Jiling because he didn't want his mission target to be killed and the mission failed. On the other hand... Xiao Jiling, who had just been beaten up by him, was really not in good physical condition.
But Xiao Jiling could no longer care about this. He raised his head, looked at Han Feng, and said slowly:
"I have to go...that is my only remaining meaning of living..."
Staring into Xiao Jiling's eyes, Han Feng fell silent.
The Xiao Jiling at this moment was different from the loss and cowardice he felt when he was questioned and beaten just now... What he saw in his eyes now was the brewing storm that was about to tear the sky apart, and the majestic waves brewing at the bottom of the calm sea.
It's...the determination to die.
Han Feng got out of the way.
"Thanks."
Xiao Jiling left two words behind and staggered away, leaving traces of blood drops along the way.
"Aren't you going to keep him?"
Wei Qingqingqing looked at Xiao Jiling's back and asked.
Han Feng was silent for a moment, then looked at the direction Xiao Jiling left.
"No."
Han Feng can wake up a coward with his fists, but... he can't block a person's path to a generous death.
Look at Ning Wangping and the others.
"You guys hurry up and meet where Mr. Xue is, and I'll stop Netherland's offensive!"
After saying that, Han Feng and Wei Qingqing disappeared in a flash.
Ning Wangping and the other three looked at each other and ran towards Xue Jinwei's original location.
Of course Han Feng was not there to stop the Underworld's offensive... Of course he knew how much he weighed. Relying on Wei Qingqingqing's natural force, he could only protect himself in this battlefield that was about to explode.
It is far from enough to face the offensive of the underworld with a first-grade general and an unknown number.
Xiao Jiling is dedicated to protecting his disciples, and he is afraid that he will eventually face the main force of the underworld. If he wants him to find the heart of the sword, he will also be in danger... A gentleman will not stand under a dangerous wall, so he has no choice but to give up this task and leave.
It's a good idea.
He called Dongfang Bubai and Mei Niansheng, put Nanke into his arms, and the four of them and the cat fled directly to the southeast.
His goal has always been to go to East Wulin to suppress the Northern Prison Owl. Although the people in the Seven Kingdoms Relics are indeed pitiful, this is indeed something beyond his control... Han Feng tried his best to convince himself.
Under the influence of the "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique", Han Feng and his party avoided several waves of underworld armies including zombies, evil criminals, demons, etc., and fled all the way.
The speed is so fast that it can fly hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
But just as the group of people rushed to the edge of the battlefield, an illusory barrier formed by gray mist blocked their eyes.
A copper stake engraved with fine runes on the ground serves as the base of the formation to maintain its operation.
Netherland has obviously been preparing for tonight's attack for a long time.
Wei Qingqingqing put her hand on the handle of the sword and prepared to draw the sword. Han Feng thought about it and looked behind the barrier.
Then, the earth shook, and hundreds of underworld warriors walked out from behind the formation, surrounded by two black demons that were as tall as ten feet in height.
On top of one of the monsters is a warrior wearing red armor holding a spear and wearing a mask.
Looking at Han Feng and the others, he smiled coldly:
"Master [Underworld Sect] really did make a mistake in his calculation, and indeed someone from the Martial Alliance broke through from the opposite direction."
As he spoke, the Huangquan Mingshuai swung the spear in his hand and pointed it at Han Feng.
"Hey! That boy, you are the warriors of the Martial Alliance who want to go to Moko Country to ask for help! I will tell you today! It's too late. After tonight, the Martial Alliance will no longer exist!!"
Han Feng looked at the man above the demon with a complicated expression.
You didn’t make a mistake in your calculations!!