Chapter 1257 Burning the Last Drop of Blood
Helplessness flashed across Wang Chunhua's eyes. His figure flashed, and the air under his feet vibrated and made a crackling sound, as if a nuclear explosion had occurred in the world.
She was unable to use the laws, and didn't know how to use the rules. It was difficult for her to stay in the air with just her physical strength.
But she also has her own way. With every step she takes, the air is exploded, as if she is walking in the void.
The next moment, he arrived in front of a Bai demigod and slapped him.
The violent force immediately shattered half of the Bai demigod's body, and then he was thrown away by Wang Chunhua.
Zhao Yin raised his hand to catch it and directly put it into the Changsheng Prison.
Bai Wei also cut off the limbs of a stoneback and threw it towards Zhao Yin.
Zhao Yin had been planning to charge in as well, but seeing this, he could only pick up the Longevity Prison, catch the demigod of the Stoneback Clan, and throw him into the Longevity Prison.
At this moment, Qinglang thrust out a spear, aiming at a black-winged bat demigod.
At this moment, a struggle flashed in his bloodshot eyes, and he seemed to be trying hard to control the strength.
Sure enough, the gun energy he carried this time was much weaker than before...
The next moment, boom!
The demigod-level black-winged bat's body suddenly exploded and turned into a bloody mist.
He was so dead that he couldn't die any more. Not even a corpse was left behind.
"Blue Wolf!"
Zhao Yin gritted his teeth and had the urge to curse, but in the end, he said nothing.
"Comrade, you want a prisoner?"
At this time, the middle-aged human king in the ancestral formation turned around and looked at Zhao Yin.
Zhao Yin nodded immediately: "If Your Majesty could capture some prisoners for me, I would be very grateful!"
"Brother Qinglang and his comrades have killed nine quasi-gods for Silver Armor. Fu Tonghui is here on behalf of Silver Armor in the tenth battlefield to say hello to his comrades in red armor!"
The words of the human king echoed in the sky.
The next moment, the aura of the Nine-tailed Python Ancestor Formation changed, and the violent power turned into a soft force.
As the nine giant tails danced wildly, countless silver-armored traitors, like kites with broken strings, smashed towards Zhao Yin like raindrops.
Among the Silver-Armored Traitors, most are ordinary SS-level and SSS-level ordinary beings, not even the strongest.
Previously, the Silver Armor King was at a disadvantage because he was suppressed by the nine quasi-gods. Now that he was freed from his restraints, the power of the ancestral formation immediately crushed him like a dead tree or rotten wood...
At this moment, all the aliens and silver-armored traitors were terrified... and fled in all directions instantly.
"Want to escape?"
A cold look flashed across Zhao Yin's eyes.
He has always been reluctant to reveal too many of his cards, but this time he didn't care too much.
Zhao Yin waved his hand, and the power of teleportation surged. Suddenly, a hundred terrifying plants like giant trees descended around Zhao Yin. Dots of blue and silver light instantly made the surrounding ten miles seem like a dream.
One hundred blue dandelions swayed together, activating their sowing talent.
The next moment, it seemed as if blue clouds were floating in the sky, rumbling down and covering the battlefield.
As all the aliens and silver-armored traitors looked terrified, blue clouds filled the sky and the earth.
There is no place to hide, no place to retreat.
Those blue seeds fell on them, took root and sprouted instantly, quickly draining their vitality.
There were only a dozen alien demigods left on the battlefield. Ben Qinglang killed four of them, and Bai Wei and Wang Chunhua captured twelve.
The remaining alien races and silver-armored traitors were only as strong as the strongest. After Zhao Yin used the blue plant, no one could resist...
Figures of alien races and silver-armored traitors fell downwards...
In the blink of an eye, the battle was over.
Zhao Yin put the last demigod bull-headed creature into the prison of immortality...
As soon as he thought about it, the blue dandelion immediately stopped extracting the life force from the captives.
At this moment, there are still two thousand Silver-Armored Traitors alive, and the total number of various alien races is also between two thousand.
No matter they were blown away by the ancestral formation or devoured by the blue plants... after landing on the ground, they were all dying.
Zhao Yin instantly fell to the ground, the power of teleportation surged wildly...
After a moment, everything was collected into the core world.
Then, he took back the one hundred blue dandelions to the Demonic Soil Plateau.
Wang Chunhua and Qinglang landed and spread out beside Zhao Yin.
Only then did Zhao Yin raise his head and look towards the sky.
The battle was over, but the human race's ancestral formation had not disbanded. There were less than seventy silver-armored humans left, still maintaining the phantom of the nine-tailed giant python.
The nine-colored light is still bright, slowly floating in the sky.
"King Tonghui!"
At this moment, Qinglang's eyes finally became clearer, and he looked up at the human race's ancestral formation in the sky.
At this moment, Zhao Yin finally discovered something was wrong… He had not noticed during the previous fierce battle… Including King Fu Tonghui, everyone’s body had already begun to dissipate.
Their feet had long disappeared, but because they were covered by the silver armor, they were difficult to detect unless you looked carefully.
"Thank you comrade!"
Fu Tonghui clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Zhao Yin, Qinglang and others in the sky.
"Your Majesty, you... I'm sorry, I came too late!" Zhao Yin's heart was instantly filled with gloom.
"We lost!"
Fu Tonghui sighed: "After Marshal Qinglang entered the secret realm, we were defeated. Coming here, we are just a group of deserters."
"We have exhausted all our resources. There is no way up to the sky or into the earth. We can only enter the secret realm... but traitors and aliens must be killed!"
"I had no choice but to lead my brothers and activate the Nine-Tailed Blood Burning Formation. Now, there is no possibility of survival!"
When saying these words, Fu Tonghui's face was calm, but his eyes were looking at the blue wolf behind Zhao Yin.
He took the initiative to explain the current situation, as if he was also informing Qinglang.
Qinglang, Yinjia's comrade, may now be the last one left of Yinjia!
Nine-tailed Blood-burning Formation?
Zhao Yin finally knew the name of this ancestral formation.
Opening is like death?
Even if you win, you will eventually burn out the last drop of your blood?
Every time Zhao Yin met a human warrior on his deathbed, he would ask him if he had any wishes.
But at this moment, he couldn't ask.
Because Zhao Yin understood that the people in Silver Armor still had too many wishes...
He also didn't have the ability to do it for them.
The bloodshot eyes of the blue wolf were already filled with tears.
It seemed as if he also understood that Fu Tonghui in front of him was the last king of Silver Armor.
In front of us, the comrades who are about to return to the abyss are the last Silver Armor!
"Is our home still there?"
Qinglang clenched his fists, as if he had used all his strength to ask this question.
As for other kings and comrades, Qinglang did not ask.
The remains of King Jiang and King Biying have been sacrificed by foreign races... and now King Fu is seen again.
Silver Armor can no longer exist.
Fu Tonghui shook his head: "Not anymore."
Qinglang's whole body trembled violently and he stood there, unable to ask another question.
The wind here blew between heaven and earth, carrying with it the smell of decay and blood.
The light of the ancestral formation in the sky gradually dimmed.
The life force of Fu Tonghui and others was also rapidly dissipating...
Finally, at the tail of the snake, the first strongest person appeared. The first one completely disappeared... Then, the second, the third...
It spread all the way to Mangshou, and King Fu's figure also disappeared between heaven and earth...
"Blue Wolf, we are both human, why should we be sad?"
King Fu’s last words echoed in the sky.