Immortal Space

  Chapter 733 Return to camp

  In Wang Hong's consciousness, the Volunteer Demon Army has gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared eighty miles away.

"about there."

  With the Demon Subduing Army leaving the battlefield, he no longer has any worries and can do whatever he wants.

   Fight if you can, and run if you can't. As a cultivator, it won't be too difficult for him to get away.

  Thinking of this, the sixty-four red flying swords in the air turned around and all attacked one of the Desolate people.

  The remaining fifth-level desolate race saw that all the flying swords that had entangled him had been withdrawn, he felt relieved, and swung the two giant hammers in his hands to smash them down at Wang Hong.

  However, before he could be happy, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if someone had inserted a stick into his brain and was desperately disturbing it.

  The severe pain in his head made him completely unconscious for a while.

   At this moment, Wang Hong flew to his side with a black knife in his hand, as if he was still gesturing whether to cut horizontally or vertically.

  Another member of the Desolate Race saw this scene and felt anxious. He wanted to rescue him, but he was entangled tightly by sixty-four flying swords, and he couldn't escape at all.

   Unless he is willing to give up his own life, which is impossible.

  So he could only watch helplessly as Wang Hong made a gesture, and then cut the Desolate man into two very symmetrical halves with a knife from top to bottom.

   With this knife, the blade was smooth and there was no sense of blockage. He had hit this desolate beast with his natal flying sword before, but he could only make a small wound.

   This time, he was able to split in half along with the primordial spirit in his body. It should be impossible to save him.

  Wang Hong beheaded a desolate race with the secret attack technique of divine sense, and put away the two halves of the desolate race's corpse, before turning his attention to the remaining fifth-order desolate beasts.

  He found that although the physical body of the Desolate race was extremely powerful, even his talisman could hardly cause fatal damage to it.

  So in the battle with the Desolate people, although they can attack the Desolate people in many cases, they may not be able to cause much damage to them.

  But while the Desolate race has advantages, it also has great flaws. At the same level, their spiritual consciousness seems to be weaker than that of the human race and the monster race.

  The remaining Desolate race was watched by Wang Hong, and he suddenly felt something bad. He was thinking of saving his companion just now, but when Wang Hong looked at him, he panicked completely.

  He didn't know what kind of secret technique Wang Hong had used just now, so that he could easily kill a fifth-level desolate race, and he even had time to figure out how to use the knife before beheading.

  The strength of this companion is almost the same as his. If he is faced with the same mysterious power, he has no confidence that he can resist it.

  Thinking of this, this Huangzu no longer had the will to fight, he saw a golden light all over his body suddenly, and when the golden light dissipated, the whole body of this Huangzu's skin had turned golden.

   At this moment, several flying swords slashed on his body, but only a few wounds less than half an inch deep were cut.

  Compared to the tall body of the Desolate Race, the half-inch deep wound is really insignificant.

  This Desolate race didn't want to fight anymore, he had already used a secret method just now, which doubled his defense ability.

  Once the secret method fades away, he can only be slaughtered.

  Thus, he withstood the attack of more than 60 flying swords, rushed out of the surrounding of flying swords, and flew straight to the distance.

  Seeing this, Wang Hong stabbed at the Desolate race with the sharp awl that he had condensed with his spiritual consciousness in the dark.

   Before the desolate man escaped from the attack range of Wang Hong's consciousness, he felt severe pain in his head, and his consciousness fell into a trance.

   Then he was painlessly dismembered by Wang Hong and walked away easily.

   After beheading two fifth-tier desolate people, there was no other strong person in his direction.

   At this time, he looked at the formation arranged by the Huangzu ahead, and tried it out. If he got caught in it, it would be very troublesome.

  The big formation blocked his consciousness, so he couldn't observe the situation inside the big formation, but even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that the Human Beast Alliance was deeply ambushed at the moment, and it would definitely be difficult.

  He stood alone on the edge of the formation, raised the black knife and slashed towards the front of the formation.

  Hei Dao Zhan only made a small gap in the formation, and then slowly recovered.

  Seeing this, he sacrificed the flying sword again, and released the Golden Crow Fire within it. Under Wang Hong's control, a group of golden flames the size of a skull exploded directly on the formation.

  The gap opened by this blow was wider than the previous cut by the black knife, and it was not easy to recover.

  So he continued to use the Golden Crow Fire to open a gap in the formation, and then he left the battlefield without looking back, chasing in the direction where the Demon Subduing Army left.

  In his spiritual consciousness, other deities of the Huangzu have already noticed this place, and he doesn't want to fight with the Huangzu here for a long time, after all, this is their territory.

  Helping the Shemale Alliance open a formation exit, he has done his best, after all, he is just a cannon fodder.

   As for whether the cultivators of the Shemale Alliance can find this exit, it depends on their luck.

  Wang Hong pursued all the way, and when he was about to return to the Flying Fish Island Camp, he caught up with the Fumo Army.

  The Demon Volunteer Army returned to the camp, causing a small commotion for a while.

  First of all, what surprised everyone on the island was that the Voldemort Army had returned in full force, which made them unbelievable.

  When the Voldemort Army set off, almost everyone believed that the Voldemort Army should never return this time.

  However, only the Volunteer Demon Army came back, and the many elites of the human monsters and monsters who went with them disappeared without a trace.The source of this content is novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

   "Hu Jian, where is the army? Why are you the only ones returning?"

  Hearing the return of the Volunteer Demon Army, a Huashen Yaoxiu who was stationed on Feiyu Island hurried out to inquire.

   "Reporting to the elders, the army was trapped by the large formation set up by the Desolate people, and it is now surrounded by the Desolate people. We were lucky enough not to be surrounded by the large formation, so we took the opportunity to escape back to the camp." Hu Jian replied honestly.

   "There is such a thing, why didn't you rescue your comrades, but fled without authorization?"

   This demon cultivator stared at Hu Jian with a cold gaze, as if he wanted to choose someone and devour him.

   "This large formation is extremely mysterious, we can't break it, so we can only come back to send a message."

   "Okay! I now order you to follow me to rescue my comrades again."

  The Elder Yaoxiu ordered the Demon Volunteer Army to fight again in an unquestionable tone.

   "Reporting to the elder, my Demon Subduing Army has gone through several days of continuous hard fighting. At this moment, I am exhausted and have no strength to fight anymore. Please ask the elder to find another wise man."

   "You are going to disobey!"

  Elder Yaoxiu was full of energy at this time, and his coercion was released, covering the entire Demon Subduing Army.

  Although the Voldemort Army's cultivation base varies from high to low, the highest level is only the level of a fourth-order warrior.

  Facing the coercion of Huashen at this time, although his face was ugly, no one wavered at all, gritted his teeth and supported.

  They have long been accustomed to the coercion of various high-ranking monks. Facing the coercion and fighting persistently, this is what they have to practice since childhood.