I thought I had experienced countless battles with demon races or demons, and I was already numb to their existence, especially when I was Nie Yan, in the last battle, facing forty monsters alone, what kind of demon race could shock me?

But in the midst of the smoke and dust, I just saw the huge figure hazy and felt a sense of palpitations.

Even though I don't know whether everything I see now is true in history or the illusion of my soul, the real oppression is so clear.

I was on the battlefield and couldn't feel my existence, but I could actually hear my rapid breathing due to the palpitations and weakness that emerged in my heart!

Am I afraid? No, no, the shouts of the battlefield and the faces that appeared in front of me were still boiling my passion! The feeling from the bottom of my heart was the passive and helpless oppression when facing absolute strength!

What kind of demon clan is so powerful?! My current strength is improved by the essence of soul power and I am more familiar with "Thirteen Demon Suppression Chapters". It should be said that it is stronger than Nie Yanshi's peak period. I can't guarantee that I can fight against any demon clan, but at least I won't be suppressed from the depths of my soul like this?

So, I really wanted to see clearly what kind of demon clan was in the smoke and dust? It was actually many times stronger than the aura of the four ferocious beasts together! However, this battlefield was like a world that appeared in the sense of thought, and it was the kind of world that appeared when the thought was not determined, so the sense of thought was unstable, like a filter that was separated by an indescribable blur and isolation.

It's also like a movie being screened. From an outside perspective, I can only watch it, but I can't dominate it.

I was working hard, but I didn't know when the surroundings became quiet. The perspective of my soul kept changing, and I saw soldiers fighting in blood.

The demon hunters are all demon hunters! At this time, I clearly felt the unique soul fluctuations of these warriors that belong to demon hunters. Each of them was very powerful, far from comparable to those of today's demon hunters.

They stood solemnly with their respective weapons, and at their feet, there were countless corpses, including monster hunters and monster tribes.

At this time, I could no longer tell whether the demon hunters sacrificed more or the demon race died more. I just saw that on the battlefield where the convergence were all demon hunters standing, and there was no demon race anymore.

None of them had no blood on their bodies, which were flowing from their faces and spreading on their clothes, such a embarrassed and hero.

The battle was not over. Just outside that, another wave of army from the demon clan was sprinting, and the huge heart-wrenching figure was in it, like a dark cloud covering everyone's heads.

No one spoke, but no one was afraid. They stood like sculptures, never taking a step back. But some monster hunters who looked vicissitudes had a smile on their faces, and they looked at the rushing demon clan with a little contempt in their eyes, and some felt that life and death were indifferent.

The relatively young monster hunter was a little nervous, and his hand holding a weapon was bulging, just like a movie detail shot. I saw an old monster hunter standing beside the young monster hunter, taking a sip, then throwing away the leather bag, patting the young monster hunter on the shoulder, and suddenly laughing.

The young demon hunter first looked at him like a rescue, looked at his indifferent but bold smile, and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly a smile appeared on his face, and then laughed with the old demon hunter.

The laughter didn't seem loud in the demon clan's earth-shaking raid, but it soared into the sky in my ears! Just like the beginning of a big drama, my perspective drifted sharply, and I saw three figures wearing wide original linen robes walking from a distance. Their figures were floating and their speed was not fast, but they were in front of me in a blink of an eye.

Their hair was not tied up, and they flew high in the wind that seemed to appear hot on the battlefield, walking like a leisurely stroll in the garden, calm and composed.

After that figure, a fierce horse rushed over from nowhere, and a majestic figure was riding on the horse in a blur in a simple animal-skinned robe, speeding towards the battlefield.

The figure was so free and unrestrained, holding the reins with one hand and tilting his head high. A bag of strong wine reflected a crystal light under the suppressed sky light, but rushed into his mouth like a waterfall.

Behind him, there were thousands of troops and horses, and hundreds of warriors in beast robes rushed over.

I couldn't see the appearance of everyone here, but I felt a bloody energy on the battlefield mixed with heroic energy rushing away the strong wind, breaking away the clouds, and breaking through the world!

"Pick", with a faint sound, a large leather bag of wine was drunk in such a loud drink. Then the majestic figure rushed to the demon hunter in front, and was still rushing forward at an extremely fast speed.

"Formation of formation! Yellow Spring Formation!" The horse was gasping, as if this speed had reached its limit of physical strength, but at the same time, a powerful voice sounded on the battlefield, as if rolling through the world, causing endless lingering sounds, as if countless muffled thunders were rolling past.

I am not unfamiliar with this voice. The sound that shouted the word "War" before was this voice! And I have heard it from other places, and I will never forget that voice, the voice of the mysterious owner of the tomb!

Is it him? I am not only boiling blood, but also my soul! I also yearn for his style. Under the momentum of the demon clan, a loud roar left only his voice in the world.

But what is the Yellow Spring Formation? There is a tragic aura at the sound. Is it a formation that will surely die? I don’t know, I only know that the majestic man rode a thousand and rushed to the front of the battlefield with an unparalleled aura. I only know that countless demon hunters made deafening laughs with a sound like releasing liberation. Each of them began to form a formation at an extremely fast speed. It was a huge formation belonging to a battlefield and an army.

At this time, the majestic man had already rushed forward, but with a horse's neigh, he finally stopped sprinting! I really wanted to know what he was going to do? I really wanted to see his face clearly, but I couldn't control my perspective and turned rapidly, and I saw the rolling smoke and dust.

It was the rolling smoke and dust brought by the attack of the demon clan. However, after the man stopped, the ball of smoke and dust suddenly stopped, and then the strong wind blew, and the smoke and dust were about to dissipate.

I felt the sting and pressure from the soul, because after these demon races stopped, the sea-like demonic aura was rapidly accumulating like layers of dark clouds, and the momentum began to rise infinitely.

The huge figure still exists, but the smoke and dust surrounding it seems to be fixed in a small space, allowing the strong wind to blow, and it will not dissipate.

My ability to bear seems to have reached its limit. I am enduring it. I want to stay in this world. I want to see what kind of battle is like like this? What kind of shock and courage will it bring to my soul.

"Roar!" Finally, a huge roar came from the depths of the smoke and dust, and my soul began to tremble violently, and it felt like it was about to dissipate at any time.

I can't describe how a loud roar brought me such shock. I could only see it hazy. The roar was like an incomparable giant hammer, pounding violently between the sky and the earth. The sky was shaking and the earth was about to shatter.

"Ah!" At the same time, the majestic man suddenly started to speak loudly. The sound seemed so weak in front of the roar, but in an instant it hit the roar with the momentum of rushing straight to Jiutian, like a huge shield that appeared, resisting the heavy hammer.

"Oh!" Behind the majestic man, countless voices of demon hunters sounded.

"Roar!" Aside the smoke and dust, countless demons began to roar.

I know that the battle is about to begin, and I only know that this will be a battle where there will be no more life and death! I want to stay, I want to see clearly.

But at this moment, the two sounds suddenly burst, causing the sound to cause the earth to shake violently like an earthquake, and the sky was filled with a strong wind that was ten times stronger than before.

In the chaos, I saw the majestic man raise his hand high and slapped it on the horse. The horse seemed to be infected by his courage. Facing the many demon races that could have suppressed it, he rushed forward.

And at this moment, the smoke and dust wrapped in a huge figure finally moved, and a huge head stretched out from it in the roaring wind!

What is that? I tried hard to see clearly, but I couldn't see clearly. I just felt that the moment it appeared, the palpitations of the aura suddenly increased by several times, and my soul could no longer hold on!

I began to be quickly pulled out of this space, and I couldn't have any self-control at all. I opened my eyes and saw the slightly dim sky blown by the wind, spinning in front of my eyes.

‘Um!’ I groaned, and my throat was sweet, which could not be stopped. A trace of blood actually slid from the corner of my mouth. My body was like a drunk and dizzy person. It suddenly fell to the back and lay on the ground.

The world in front of me is still rotating, but I am in chaos but can't suppress my thoughts. What is that?

"Master of the family!" A demon hunter rushed over beside me and helped me up with some effort. I couldn't see his face clearly, and I could only see his face pale and abnormal flushing.
Chapter completed!