The Sun-Chasing Guards, everyone looked solemn on their faces and held the long sword in their hands tightly.

In front, the tall figure was still motionless.

Under the pressure of the demon cloud, Zhao Yang, who had condensed the strength of the entire army, seemed to be pressed over his head by a mountain with thousands of pounds.

Every time he raised his hand and breathed, he tried his best.

Behind him, no one saw the twisted expression on his face at this moment.

"boom--"

Cooperating with the demon army rushing over, the demon clouds above their heads were lowered again. This time, they were three feet above Zhuriwei's head.

The smoke column that had originally soared into the sky was squeezed into blood red, red and black, like a sticky, flowing blood!

Zhao Yang's muscles and bones made a harsh creaking sound, and the spear was in his hand, but he couldn't lift it up.

Stop surrendering, just accept your fate?

The grinding pain in the bones and the bursting squeezing inside the internal organs made him extremely awake.

He won't die, he still has a trump card.

He can get out of the predicament by just escaping from the game world.

But no one survived the more than 10,000 soldiers behind him.

Even the soul will be crushed into pieces in an instant.

Raising his head, Zhao Yang shouted to the sky: "Are you willing?"

Are you willing?

Are you willing to become a dry bone under your feet?

I am willing to be destroyed, and I am free to come to this world!

Behind him, a breath that was extremely suppressed began to spread, but was suppressed by the demon clouds in the sky and could not expand at all. He could only continue to squeeze and aggregate.

"Bang--"

A ball of water hit Zhao Yang's chest and knocked him away.

The top-grade magic weapon-level armor turned into pieces, revealing his bloody chest that was hit.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Yang supported himself to stand up.

He was in a difficult position.

But he knew that it would be even more difficult for the Sun-Zhuwei Army, which was suppressed by Yao Yun, to stand up straight.

They are all low-level practitioners who have just entered the realm of Qi Refining. They do not have the best magic weapons on their own, they do not have their own foundation-building cultivation, and they do not have the golden fingers that can change their destiny.

What do they have?

Zhao Yang straightened his body and slowly raised his right hand.

“What do we have—”

“There is armor!”

"There is a knife!"

“There is armor!”

"There is a knife!"

...

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

Every time the troops behind him shouted, there would be a roar like a heartbeat.

The roar became louder and louder. With each roar, the demon cloud suppressed above Zhuriwei's head raised a little.

"boom--"

A violent aura exploded and the evil aura that was darker than the demon cloud above his head condensed and entangled, with a dark red luster, and turned into a black iron giant a hundred feet tall.

"roar--"

The giant seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the demon cloud in the sky. He opened his mouth and roared, and the demon cloud shattered in response.

The giant was not happy, so he lowered his head and slammed his fists hard on the waves.

"Bang--"

The waves turned into a water curtain that soared into the sky, lifting up the surrounding demon army and throwing them into the sky.

"The military formation transforms, the battle soul magic image!"

In the demon cloud, several golden armored demons gritted their teeth and looked at the plundering giant, their eyes full of fear.

"Do you still remember the battle between blood-stained rivers and 500 miles?" The golden-armored demon clan standing in front muttered to himself.

"It is said that in the last battle, the Qilin Guard manifested the divine beast Qilin. Under the siege of millions of our aquarium, the entire army was exhausted after three days and three nights. In that battle, the Aquarium suffered three million casualties."

A golden-armored demon tribe showed a look of remembrance on his face. When he talked about the tragic battle, he was filled with excitement.

"Can the human race produce another Liu Qilin..."

"Kill! Today, even if a million troops fight for nothing, they will kill Zhao Yang and the soldiers behind him!" The golden armored demon clan roared wildly in front of him, and waved the flag in his hand fiercely.

"The human race must not produce another Liu Qilin!"

"boom--"

On the list of the Demon Clan's ultimate kills, Zhao Yang's name, who was originally flashing in the twenty places, instantly entered the top ten and ranked eighth.

"Kill Zhao Yang at all costs!"

The demon cloud, the army of demon clan turned into infinite black waves, rushing towards the giant above the Sun Guard.

"kill--"

Zhao Yang roared, and the army behind him raised his arms and slashed down with a long sword.

"Buzz--"

The light of the sword turned into a long sharp blade, which was grabbed by the giant, and then waved it with all its might.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

The sharp blade is a hundred feet long, and each attack cuts countless demon clans into pieces.

But this time, the demon clan seemed to be determined, and the sharp blade shattered, and more demon clans would make up for it.

The demon cloud, which was originally over a thousand feet high, was pressed down little by little, and vowed to crush the giant.

Every time the light brought by the blade flashed, countless shattered souls were collected by Zhao Yang and then threw them into the Shura battlefield world.

One quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour.

One hour later, the giant was dim and there was only a phantom left.

The army under the giant, everyone looked pale and blood was overflowing from their mouths and noses.

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

The roar in the demon cloud has never stopped.

"boom!"

Pressing down from a hundred feet of sky, the demonic clouds swelled down like the sky!

After struggling to withstand for a while, the giant disappeared with a "boom".

In the military formation under the giant, all the soldiers were lying limply, and could only watch the surrounding demons rushing up and stretching out their minions...

"Buzz--"

With a roar of swords, a sword shadow across the sky was raised and the demon cloud was shattered.

"call--"

In the sky, the gray-black heroic banners flew into a black light, protecting Zhao Yang and the soldiers behind him in the middle, not airtight.

"I, Yao Guangcheng, are not dead, you demon clan will not be crazy!"

A huge shadow, more than three feet tall, stood in front of Zhao Yang holding a big sword.

"The Dharma phases are integrated..." Above the demon cloud, the golden armored demons looked at the giant in front of them in disbelief, and did not dare to move forward for a moment.

"ha--"
To be continued...