A rich light green light filled the body of the Aoki Sacred Deer, carrying an extremely strong aura of life. It began to spread around and fell on the humans and monsters in the formation.
The huge body began to shrink rapidly.
Yun Jinghong could feel that his life breath was recovering rapidly, his injuries were constantly healing, and even the wounds on his meridians were saved, and the fatigue in his soul was swept away.
Cries full of emotion, full of nostalgia and reluctance, emanated from the mouth of the Aoki Deer, but its eyes were extremely firm.
The emperor-level strongman forcibly spread all his power, and the power was naturally huge. The surviving coalition soldiers could not be said to be as alive and intact as ever, but they had at least restored 70% to 80% of their combat effectiveness.
That kind of holy light makes everyone's heart beat.
A large amount of life force poured into the body of the Red Tiger Demon Emperor, allowing the severely injured Demon Emperor to recover again, and the formation became stable again.
The Feilun Emperor and the Flying Eagle Emperor in the distance felt a little irritated in their hearts. The devastating ending was somewhat different from what they had imagined. The coalition of humans and monsters was simply too tenacious.
Even in this current situation, it still does not look like it is about to collapse, but is becoming more and more stable.
If this continues, they might be able to hold on until reinforcements arrive.
"Is there any way?"
"We can only guide the infected, but the attacks of these emperor-level infected are all based on instinct, and there is nothing anyone can do!"
"Then just wait a little longer. If things go wrong, let's leave here immediately!"
The attack was still continuing. The seven emperor-level infected people, overwhelmed by the tenacity of the killing targets in front of them, became more and more murderous, and waves of attacks fell overwhelmingly.
The fluctuations in the formation became more and more severe, and some of the monks and monsters who had recovered were all ready to fight.
A few minutes later, the Red Tiger Demon Emperor roared, and a blood sword spurted out, turning into a ball of flame and falling on the infected. The formation was broken again, and a new round of fighting began.
With the Aoki Sacred Deer as the center, Yun Jinghong quickly gathered a team of ten thousand people, and then quickly absorbed the surrounding humans and monsters.
Ten minutes later, the formation was formed again, and 100,000 people once again gathered around Yun Jinghong, resisting waves of attacks from the infected, like a small boat in the wind and rain, which could be overturned at any time.
The five king-level warriors each persisted desperately. Half an hour later, the Red Tiger Demon Emperor also came to take a turn. The number of the coalition forces was only a little over 200,000. Most of the remaining soldiers died in the battle, and a few were infected.
After the Aoki Sacred Deer roared for the last time, its almost illusory figure disappeared without a trace. Two lines of clear tears fell on the ground and turned into a series of gems.
Where it originally lay, a fawn covered in snowy white with half of its hair appeared. It closed its eyes and lay on the ground obediently, motionless.
The Red Tiger Demon Emperor was lying on the ground. His huge body was like a big mountain. His injuries were very, very serious. This time, there was no Aoki Sacred Deer to help him recover, and the flames began to burn in his blood.
His eyes slowly closed, and he took one last longing look at this world. It had lived for countless years and had seen too many life, separation, and death, but it was not bad to die in this situation.
The flames gradually enveloped the entire body, and then the color of fire also appeared on the formation. Countless infected people who collided with it were directly turned into ashes by the fire.
Faced with this situation, the remaining 200,000 coalition troops, except for a few who were in a daze, most of them were overwhelmed with joy and sorrow. The comrades around them fell one by one. The next one might be themselves. They were afraid
What's the use.
The bloody light appeared again, filling the entire formation and once again shrouding the coalition forces.
The attacks outside also became more fierce, and the roars of the emperor-level infected seemed to be ringing in my ears.
Round after round, like a surging flood, hitting the dam, the bloody energy is constantly hitting the dam in the hearts of the human-monster alliance.
The people around him fell down, and the remaining people automatically moved closer together.
The blood mist filled the air, and it was impossible to see what was going on outside, or even to judge how long everyone had persisted. Anyway, the remaining coalition forces were less than 100,000.
Previously, a demon king was infected, and everyone paid hundreds of lives to kill it.
There are only three monarch-level warriors, a dozen emperors and celestial demons who are still alive now. There are only 70,000 to 80,000 monks left, of which at least 20,000 are seriously injured and have lost their combat effectiveness.
The barrier of the formation is getting smaller and smaller, the Red Tiger Demon Emperor's breathing has completely calmed down, the flames on his body have begun to dim, and everyone can clearly see the ferocious expressions of the emperor-level infected outside.
"Tianjun, do you think we can still survive?"
"Of course we can. We have persisted for so long, and reinforcements should be arriving soon!"
"Hey hey hey!"
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"What are you going to do after you survive?"
"Of course I will continue to kill the infected. I personally killed more than a dozen people and promised to avenge them!"
"But our enemies are not just infected people, there are other beings behind these infected people!"
"Then keep killing him, even God will poke a hole in him!"
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Some stood up unsteadily, looking at the sky covered in blood mist. Some tightened their weapons, and their eyes became firm. Of course they wanted to survive, otherwise they would have betrayed Pao Ze's trust.
The last ray of fire on the Red Tiger Demon Emperor dissipated, and the formation turned into scattered fragments. His huge body turned into a Crouching Tiger Mountain, covered with fiery red flowers.
"Kill!" Yun Jinghong roared angrily, rising into the air like a moth flying into the flames, rushing towards the blood mist that filled the sky.
The roar of the dragon was as loud as thunder, and thunder light suddenly poured down from the sky. The blood mist that covered the sky was torn apart in an instant, and a blood moon appeared in the sky.
The Flying Eagle Emperor and Feilun Emperor in the distance had no time to command the Emperor-level infected, so they had to retreat first. We could only hope that a few more of these Emperor-level infected people could escape.
The huge body of the Ancient Thunder Dragon appeared in people's sight and directly dispersed the blood mist.
Wielding the giant claws of thunder, he struck directly at an emperor-level infected person. The blazing thunder and lightning emitted a white light that seemed to destroy the world. The night instantly turned into day, and an emperor-level infected person died.
Many of the surviving coalition forces had seen the Ancient Thunder Dragon, and they thought Sun Xu had arrived in time, and they all started cheering.