After a few seconds.

The armored vehicles and tanks at the forefront opened fire, heavy machine guns, flamethrowers and tank shells, densely turning large areas in front into seas of fire.

As the smoke rolled, a few black light soldiers were unlucky and fainted by the blink of an eye. Hundreds of others rushed into the military formation a few times.

Suddenly the tank was overturned, the vehicle was sunk, and the barrel of the cannon was even turned by one person.

The heavy machine gun was snatched up and aimed at the Festa army's own people in the reverse direction.

After half a minute of contact, more than 5,000 people of the 19th Division of the Festa Third Armored Army were destroyed.

Only five of the 300 people in the Black Light Army were unconscious and slightly injured, and were transported back to rest. The rest were unscathed.

At this time, the other direction.

Outside the Futu town not far from Mana City, the 7th Division of the Fifth Army of Fista, the 8th Division, a total of 13,000 people were fighting with the 600 Black Light led by Kuchan.

"For the Spirit Alliance!!"

Black-light soldiers roared angrily, and charged towards the opposite army formation with dense bullets and shells.

The bullet hit them, and even the sniper rifle only slowed them down a little.

These black lights that charge are basically selected and strengthened people.

Their power is much higher than other black lights on average, reaching a normal thrust of about five tons.

At this time, this group of about one hundred powerful people began to charge forward on the plains, like heavy chariots that could flexibly change directions.

Two of the team leaders guarded the core commander who was also charging, and coordinated the charge formation of each military formation.

The Festa formations were easily dispersed, and no weapon could stop them from advancing.

Some Fista troops even lined up with tanks to form temporary obstacles to avoid them, but they simply knocked over and smashed the tanks.

The shells kept exploding behind them, but they could not keep up with their movement trajectory.

Behind them.

Ku Chan walked forward slowly, holding the broken serrated Chixiao sword in his hand, and his eyes under the mask looked at the sky ahead.

There were hundreds of bombers coming quickly towards this place.

"Story."

The blade in his hand suddenly raised, and the tip of the sword quickly outlined a series of runes in the air.

"Ye Prime Minister's House is empty."

A series of runes quickly lit up a dark red halo around him, for the next second.

All runes merged into a circular magic array and then soared into the sky.

Bang!!

As the dark red rune magic took off, the majestic Taoist breath exploded in the sky, causing countless unknown mysterious energy in the space to resonate with it.

In the blink of an eye, the spiritual pressure on Ku Chan's body suddenly opened up.

Originally, it could only cover the mental pressure of several kilometers around it, but under the action of this spiritual method, it quickly shifted and obtained a slight increase.

It moved in a blink of an eye to cover the large area of ​​sky above Ku Zen's head.

As soon as the bomber approached, the pilot suddenly felt a depression in his heart, his eyes were filled with difficulty, and his body seemed to be carrying hundreds of pounds of pressure.

Suddenly, the trajectories of the fighter jets began to skew, twisted, and the formation quickly dispersed, and some fell directly and turned into fireballs.

Most of them struggled to return until they left the spiritual range and slowly returned to normal.

Ku Chan watched the fighter plane leave, his eyes calmed, and he watched the Black Light troops defeat the Festa army and no longer take action.

After all, such an opponent is really boring.

When the warlock's weakest physical weakness was filled by the light of inspiration, everything was gone.
Chapter completed!