Zhou Zishan sneered: "I gave you the opportunity but didn't know how to cherish it, so don't blame me for being rude!

Seven kills, transform into a killing array!"

Qisha yelled: "Change the formation!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers behind him waved their banners in unison.

The next moment, a fearful cry suddenly rang out in the black fog: "Ghost, why are there so many evil ghosts!"

"There are so many skeletons!"

Then there was a scream: "Ah!"

Wen Xiu kept screaming: "Everyone, hold on, hold on!"

Zhou Zishan sneered and said: "The evil ghost has disappeared without a trace, how can you withstand it? Now I give you one last chance, immediately throw down your weapons and surrender, so that you can avoid the backlash of the great formation, otherwise, you will die!"

Those who could no longer hold on any longer screamed: "We are willing to surrender, Zhou War God, we are willing to surrender!"

Wen Xiu shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hold it all to me. As long as I take off Zhou Zishan's head, I will receive a reward of tens of millions and be promoted to the third level..."

As soon as Wen Xiu finished speaking, there was a burst of curses in the black fog: "Fuck your mother's bounty of tens of millions, screw your mother's promotion to the third level, we can't even save our lives, what's the use of all that?

"

"If we don't let you fool us anymore, Zhou War God, we are willing to surrender!"

"We surrender, surrender!"

Soon there was a sound of metal hitting the ground in the black fog. It was obvious that someone had thrown a weapon.

"Everyone take up arms and resist. If anyone dares to put down their arms and surrender, I will punish the nine tribes!"

However, in the large formation, the sound of more weapons hitting the ground was heard.

Soon the formation became quiet, and Zhou Zishan shouted: "Are you willing to surrender?"

Everyone shouted in the formation: "We are willing to surrender!"

Zhou Zishan nodded with satisfaction and ordered Qisha: "Withdraw the formation!"

The formation flags waved, the evil spirits dispersed, and the black mist gradually thinned until it completely disappeared.

Wen Xiu's subordinates all knelt on the ground, and no one stood up.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Wen Xiu's eyes turned red. He took the sword in his hand and kept slashing at the people around him, screaming:

"Everyone get up and kill the enemy, otherwise they will all die, and all the nine tribes will be killed!"

However, there was still no one standing. The terror of the decisive battle formation had completely destroyed their fighting spirit.

No matter how Wen Xiu slashed with his sword, it had no effect.

Wen Xiu turned around suddenly, stared at Zhou Zishan with blood-red eyes and roared: "It's all you bitch who ruined my big thing, you go to hell."

Wen Xiu raised his long sword, rushed in front of Zhou Zishan and stabbed with his sword.

But before the long sword touched Zhou Zishan, a big stick stretched out from behind Zhou Zishan and hit Wen Xiu's long sword directly!

There was a flash of fire and a deafening explosion. Wen Xiu's long sword was directly thrown away. Wen Xiu's hand was also shattered and blood flowed.

At this time, Qisha took a step forward, looked at Wen Xiu and sneered: "The pearl of rice also wants to shine."

Looking at Qisha who was like a god, Wen Xiu could no longer muster up any fighting spirit, so he turned around and ran, shouting sharply as he ran:

"You just wait for me. When my father and I make peace and mobilize our troops, I will definitely strangle you all!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of him, it was Qisha!

Qisha looked at him and sneered: "Rebel and traitor, do you think it is possible for you to go back?"

Wen Xiu was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. As he ran, he screamed: "Come and protect me, come and stop this lunatic..."
Chapter completed!