"Okay, then Yao will kill the enemy with all the brothers today!" Yao Guangcheng shouted loudly, flew down, and landed beside Zhao Yang.

"kill--"

Yao Guangcheng held a big sword in his hand and rushed towards the demon clan opposite him with Zhao Yang.

"kill!"

The 30,000 human army rushed towards the demon clan that was ten times more than itself.

"Crazy..." The golden armored demon race looked at each other. The leading demon race gritted its teeth and shouted angrily: "Yao Guangcheng, after this battle, my demon race will be bound to imprison your soul and suffer the pain of being blocked under the sea for tens of millions of years!"

"Haha, you have to get Yao's soul!" Yao Guangcheng laughed loudly, waved a big sword in his hand, and hundreds of demons turned into powder.

Seeing this, the demon clans above the demon clouds all rushed down the clouds with anger and fought with Yao Guangcheng on the river.

"General, you only have one hour..."

A faint voice came from the heroic spirit banner floating above Yao Guangcheng's head.

"One hour is enough!"

Yao Guangcheng shouted loudly, waved the big sword in his hand, fighting with the golden armored demons.

"Brothers, kill—"

Zhao Yang waved his spear in his hand and led the army behind him to the already chaotic demon clan.

There is no other, only one word, kill.

Kill every demon clan in front of you.

Zhao Yang felt that his murderous intent was not as strong as that moment. He hated that he was not strong enough and that he could not control his destiny.

What he hated himself even more was that he became so cold-blooded.

"boom--"

The heaven and earth shake, and the demon clouds dissipate.

There were only seven left in the dozen Golden Armored Demon Clan, and Yao Guangcheng's big sword was broken and covered in blood.

A real person in Nascent Soul could not lock his qi and blood, which means that he had already exhausted his energy.

"General, the time is here..." A voice came from the Heroic Spirit Banner, and then it suddenly rolled up.

"Hmph, Yao Guangcheng, do you think you can break your soul and escape the pain of being banned for thousands of years?" The golden-armored demon tribe on the opposite side gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and the floating demon tribe's killing list flew closer.

"Which human race who is on the list of the ultimate kills will not be imprisoned after death? Can you escape?"

"Haha——" Yao Guangcheng laughed loudly, and his whole body emitted a light of inspiration: "A general who guarded the army died in battle, and the offense and defense here will be over, and you can't do it anymore."

His body gradually became illusory, and he turned to look at Zhao Yang: "The longer you live, the more you have the chance to kill more demons."

"You, when you broke your magic image before, you had already broken your soul!" Seeing that Yao Guangcheng had no trace of his soul collected by the kill list, the Golden Armored Demon Clan exclaimed.

Yao Guangcheng didn't go to see him, but just stared at Zhao Yang: "You must always remember that you are a human race. If you forget the root, I will not let you go if you kill hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits who died for you here and my soul-destroying them--"

Looking at Yao Guangcheng's gradually illusory figure, Zhao Yang sighed softly.

"I, Zhao Yang, cannot see through the powerful people hanging above the nine heavens, why do we not save us when we die?"

"I don't understand what I want to verify when these hundreds of thousands of troops are fighting to the death."

"I don't understand many things, and I can't see through them."

"I don't care about the general trend of the world, I don't understand the overall situation of Xizhou, and I don't care about how Dayu is planning."

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Yao Guangcheng's illusory face showed a look of astonishment, and he wanted to speak but could no longer hear a sound.

"Today, I have fulfilled your wishes by General Yao and will fight you with you."

Zhao Yang turned around and looked at the vast river in the distance, with a look of contempt on the world on his face.

"Now, it's time to make me Zhao Yang feel relaxed-" After the words, he stretched out his hand and a mist blew up to dissipate, the 30,000 Shura army behind him, and the few black robe worshipers who were left surrounded.

"I sat here and watched the destruction of the demon army in front of me."

Zhao Yang's words made the seven golden armored demons on the opposite side cold. One of the golden armored demons snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and waved it, and a spiritual light shielded towards Zhao Yang.

But when the aura encountered the mist in front of Zhao Yang, it immediately disappeared as if it had fallen into the void.

The faces of the seven golden armored demons changed drastically. Just as they were about to take action, they heard a roar between heaven and earth, and then a sound came: "Let the water clans on the Lancang River gathered military formations and retreated to the ground-"

Retreat?

What are the millions of demon clans on the Lancang River? Where to retreat? Why should we retreat?

The remaining demon clan army on the river was in an uproar, and the seven golden armored demon clans also looked at each other with horror.

"Zhao Yang, this is what you said, watching the destruction of the demon clan?"

Looking at the slowly shaking of the heroic spirit banner above his head at some point, seeing the expression of anxiety on his face, a black robe worshiper asked.

Zhao Yang smiled and pointed his hand at the vast river.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the river, and saw that the dark blue river water could not see any abnormalities except the bright red sunset.

wrong!

That's not the red color of the setting sun!

That's - blood!

From above the river, what is soaked down is the red blood!

The blood flowed to everyone in just a moment, covering up the depths of the entire river.

The demons who were stepping on the waves were all immersed in blood.

From a distance, blood flowed down, making the entire river blood red!

"This is, this is the blood of my aquarium!" The demon clan wearing golden armor roared in fear and flew into the sky, wanting to see where the blood came from.

As the golden armored demon race climbed, the golden armored demons widened their eyes and looked into the distance. The blood flowing upstream of the river could not see the source!

"Blood stains thousands of miles..."

"What the hell happened..."

...

"Retreat!" A moment later, an angry shout came from the demon clan, and all the demon clan army fled downstream in panic.

This feeling of being immersed in the blood of one's own tribe is really too scary.

The sunset is setting, but the upper reaches of the river are red.

The red light shone with a bloody red color that shone the sky and the earth.

"boom--"

...

The roars were like thunder, coming from a distance, slowly approaching.

Zhao Yang was just waiting there, looking up the upstream of the river. Behind him, the 30,000 human army, the only few black robe worshipers, the floating heroic spirit banner and Yao Guangcheng with only a faint figure were all waiting silently.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

The rushing blood-red river water has never stopped.

"Blood stains the river for three thousand miles..."

"What the hell is going on!"

...

Without caring about the discussion behind him, Zhao Yang suddenly stepped forward and looked at a golden light that appeared in the blood-red river.

"boom--"

The golden light shone directly downstream, coming from hundreds of miles away and going hundreds of miles away.

One.

Two.

Thousand Ways.

Wandao!

The golden barrier crosses the river and pushes down from the upstream.

"Battleship!"

"magic weapon!"

...

Shocking sounds were heard endlessly, and a bright smile appeared on Zhao Yang's face.
To be continued...