Zuo Mo's eyes met those of Xiao Wu, and he understood in his heart.

  It wasn't long before the Vermilion Bird Camp was fully restored, and its configuration was quite formidable. Each person carried enough crystal stones on their body to quickly recover their spiritual power. He glanced at Shu Long again, noticing that Shu Long nodded slightly, and couldn't help but secretly admire the powerful recovery ability of the Demon Sect.

  His entire body's strength quietly recovered, the Great Sun Demon Body's power exceeded Weiyang by a lot, and also surpassed his imagination.

  Zuo Mo stood up straight with his back upright, casting his gaze towards the three teams opposite him, his heart filled with an unshakeable conviction of victory!

  The subtle tacit understanding among people takes shape unknowingly.

  He urged his body shape, and almost at the same time, Zhuqueying and Weiyin began to move simultaneously.

  The Zhuque Camp was like a gentle breeze, gathering and dispersing with an ethereal elegance, carrying its unique sharp killing intent like the edge of a knife. The Wei Camp, on the other hand, was like a thick steel torrent, slow in movement but full of destructive aura, domineering and unparalleled.

  Zuo Mol stood at the forefront of the team, his lips tightly pursed, his eyelids slightly lowered, his body standing upright like a javelin, surrounded by swirling thunder and walnut sounds, bringing up strands of silver mist.

  Behind him, the Vermilion Bird Camp was accumulating momentum, waiting to be unleashed. If one looked closely, they would discover that the entire camp was like a slightly trembling spring, filled with an air of danger. Gong Sun Zhan did not sit on his broad Cloud Sword as he usually did; instead, he stood up, his eyes curved into crescent moons, and a shy smile spread across his face. The Vermilion Bird Camp's cultivators' eyes flashed with a hint of frenzy and the glint of sharp blades.

  The right wing behind, the Weiying camp was silent and motionless. They were like a group of ancient warriors from a thousand years ago, unmoving. Shu Long stood in the center of the formation, solemn and stern, towering and unyielding. The black heavy armor enveloped them, making it impossible to see through, and the ominous aura emanating from their lowered eyes made one feel the surging tide of battle intent beneath this deathly stillness!

  Zuo Mo's actions immediately attracted everyone's attention. The three Tian Lingzi changed their expressions, and they all retreated fifty zhang with their teams. Zuo Mo took out twenty Lei Yin walnut kernels, shattering the thoughts that had just risen in their minds. However, the latest news gave them hope of getting a share again.

  They had just made up their minds, absolutely not to provoke the master of Golden Crow City on their own initiative. As long as they didn't lose, after tomorrow's battle, they would also be able to get some credit. They were fully prepared to pull away at any time.

  Zuo Mo decided to end the battle quickly.

  He raised his right hand, and out of thin air, he suddenly slashed down fiercely: "Kill!"

  The little girl's eyes, like a crescent moon, flashed with a cold gleam. The Zhuque camp, which had been building up its momentum, suddenly exploded, like over a hundred sword blades tearing through the air!

  The sharp blade swept through the air with a loud whistling sound.

  "Kill!"

  Dark energy surged and swirled, countless strands of dark energy converged, transforming into a black torrent, vaguely serpentine in shape, from which came waves of low, mournful howls.

  The sky suddenly darkened as if it had changed.

  Destructive aura and chilling killing intent filled the sky, causing everyone's faces to change color in shock.

  The three of them only felt their hands and feet were icy cold, each face was deathly pale. It wasn't until now that they realized how foolish their thoughts had been! Tian Lingzi's heart surged with intense regret, at this moment he didn't care about anything else, his throat hoarse from shouting: "Retreat..."

  His pupils suddenly dilated, he lowered his head and saw a hand protruding from his chest.

  The cultivators around Tianlingzi looked at him as if they had seen a ghost, with fear lurking deep in their eyes, spreading like spider webs in the depths of their hearts.

  A figure with golden wings on its back disappeared from their line of sight.

  This hit is perfect!

  The wings on his back fluttered lightly, and a boundless power surged forth like a tidal wave. His body shot out like lightning, flying far away. Luo Mo didn't have the slightest bit of panic from the intense battle. His mind was surprisingly calm. He carefully sensed the power of the wings on his back. Under the terrifying power, controlling his body shape wasn't an easy task.

  This war is an opportunity that couldn't be more timely.

  As for the Lei Yin walnut, waste is shameful...

  His back suddenly shook with a clear and empty wing, the scene in front of him was like a flower, he actually appeared less than half a meter in front of a cultivator.

  It's killing me!

  Just now there was still some pride in Zuo Mo's heart as he called out, but before he could react, he heavily collided with the opponent's spiritual shield.

  Ping!

  The Lingpao burst at the moment, and the remaining momentum of Zuo Mo heavily crashed into the opponent's arms.

  Zuo Mo only heard a miserable cry and the sound of bones shattering, as if he had crashed into a sandbag. In his panic, he subconsciously urged on the Illusory Shadowless Wings on his back again, and a great force transmitted through him, causing his body to disappear once more in an uncontrollable manner.

  He was like a completely out-of-control human iron ball, rushing into the crowd and bouncing around among them.

  His powerful body was incredibly resilient, and his terrifying speed was unmatched. Wherever he passed, bones were shattered and limbs broken, with anguished cries echoing in the air.

  He saw that the other party couldn't hurt him, so he simply didn't bother to care and focused on controlling the Ming Virtual Wing. Only by truly controlling the Ming Virtual Wing could he have the capital to fight against Jindan. The six changes of the Mahayana Demon Body were all extremely powerful, as long as he could use them with ease, his strength would soar.

  Zhuque Ying is another style, each piece like a sharp knife, they are like butchers dissecting a spiritual beast, precise and calm, without anxiety or haste.

  The Weiying remained motionless, but the wildly dancing black air changed and transformed in a strange and unpredictable manner, sometimes gathering together and then dispersing, sometimes transforming into a giant snake and sometimes transforming into countless small snakes. The Xiao Mo's mysterious and unpredictable killing methods were used to perfection by them.

  However, whether it was Zhuqueying's violent killing or Weiyin's Xiaomo killing, neither of them dared to approach Zuo Mo by half a step.

  Zuo Mo's sudden and violent charge caused the crowd of Zhu Que's camp to be shocked, and they hastily retreated. If someone wasn't careful and got knocked down, they would meet their end right there. Anyone who was knocked down by the boss would let out a miserable cry, flying far away like a sandbag, drawing an exaggerated arc in mid-air before shattering into pieces.

  Not a single word!

  No one is alive, just being knocked up...

  They felt a chill in their hearts, and they saw it clearly. The boss's posture was so strange when he bumped into others that it was obviously an uncontrollable sign. Being killed by an uncontrollable boss is really unjust, there's not even room for argument.

  The cultivators of Zhuque Camp distanced themselves from Zuo Mo, drawing a large arc to encircle and kill those who tried to escape.

  Gongsun Zhi's smile froze on his face as he stared at the sky in astonishment.

  Compared to Zhuque Camp's voluntary avoidance, Weicamp is even more depressed. Originally, seeing Zhuque Camp's avoidance, they still had a few points of pride, after all, they were long-range and very safe.

  But soon, Shu Long and others were also stunned.

  The little demon's dark energy, for some reason, as soon as the boss approached, it went out of control like crazy and fled in all directions. In a short period of time, the dark energy consumed on the enemy was not as much as the dark energy that had not been scattered by the boss.

  What's going on...

  Shudragon could only smile wryly at this bizarre situation he had encountered for the first time.

  Helpless, he could only manipulate Xiao Mo to kill at the periphery of the enemy.

  The battlefield in the sky formed an extremely eerie scene. The outer circle of the battlefield, jointly formed by Xiao Mo Sha and Zhu Que Ying, was like a copper wall and iron fortress, with not a single cultivator able to escape.

  In this spherical space, thud, thud, thud, dull impacts echoed incessantly.

  Left Mo saw that the other party was also injured and didn't want to hurt his own body, so he simply didn't care about his posture and focused on controlling the Ming Yu wing behind him.

  Then, he saw him use various strange and extraordinary postures, at a stunning speed, to knock out a famous cultivator from the spherical battlefield.

  The people of Zhuqueying were highly tense, they were nervous about these flying enemies. No one would give these enemies another chance, they were nervous that they wouldn't be hit by these enemies. A poor Zhuqueying repairman was lightly injured after being grazed by a flying enemy.

  What a bolt from the blue!

  In just a short while, the enemy inside the spherical battlefield completely collapsed, they rushed out wildly like madmen!

  In the sky, a sudden and violent slash, like the edge of a knife!

  Xiao Mo's killer move was launched with full force, without holding back in the slightest.

  The enemy's mournful cries were incessant in our ears, the sky burst forth with swirling flowers, they had dumplings like this, falling continuously.

  These days, the water boundary repairers' morale has been taken away, and their spirits have fallen to an all-time low. The entire team is collapsing at a surprising speed. A group of people without command, morale or fighting spirit are like a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered in front of elite troops like Zhuque Camp and Weiyang Camp.

  Ruthless slaughter, lasting only a short half an hour, the entire battlefield was swept clean.

  The cultivators who were watching, not one of them could remain calm, they looked pale and stupidly at the empty battlefield, looking at Jin Wucheng's subordinates neatly cleaning up the battlefield.

  Their skilled hands, swift movements, these actions devoid of any murderous intent, yet after this battle, the Tian Shui Realm cultivators seemed to have caught a whiff of blood and fire.

  "How weak!" Lei Peng sneered as he tore a jade pendant from a corpse, "This bunch of trash actually thought they could take advantage of us, truly ignorant of their own mortality."

  "People die for wealth, birds perish for food. What's so strange? Weren't we the same back then?" Year Green didn't even raise his head, his hands moving swiftly.

  Lei Peng was stunned, tilted his head to think for a moment, and nodded: "That's also true." After frowning and thinking for a while, he tilted his head again: "But we're different now. What's the difference?"

  His hands paused for a moment, and he straightened his waist, revealing a serious expression: "It's different now." But he also couldn't quite put it into words, what exactly was different now.

  Lei Peng got impatient after thinking for half a day: "Forget it, what's the point of caring about these things. Just follow the boss and go with it, anyway, I think this way of living is fine, even if I die, it's worth it!"

  "Hmm." Nian Lü responded with a deep gaze: "That's right, we didn't die in Xiaoshan Boundary, and we've made enough profit."

  Zuo Mo panted heavily, his first time using such a physically demanding technique. He hadn't felt it earlier, but now that he had stopped, he could feel an inexplicable pain all over his body. He occasionally gasped in pain, and this powerful physique of his seemed to have its limits as well. In the future, he still couldn't use such a wild method.

  "You guys are too ruthless!"

  Suddenly a sobbing female voice came from the sky. Zuo Mo raised his head and found that in the crowd, a female cultivator was pointing at his nose, scolding him angrily.

  The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

  The cultivators beside Zuo Mo's face turned gloomy one by one.

  "What? Do you want to kill me?" The female cultivator flew out of the crowd, her eyes brimming with tears and her expression agitated: "They have all stopped resisting, why can't you spare their lives? Why must you slaughter them all?"