"Eighth young master, hand over your life."
Jiang Chen took a step forward and appeared in front of the eighth young master in the blink of an eye. With a wave of his hand, the terrifying True Dragon Palm rippled out once again. The terrifying dragon claw was like a huge barrier, pressing down on the eighth young master.
"Impossible."
The eighth young master felt an unparalleled pressure, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. He could even feel the aura of death. This aura was so foreign to him, yet so real at the same time.
Without any hesitation, the eighth young master immediately used his wings, turned around and ran. He was not a fool. He knew that if he did not run now, he would not have another chance. Jiang Chen's battle strength had increased by ten times after his Dragon Transformation. He was no match for him at all. In the entire Yu Clan, no one was a match for Jiang Chen other than the leader of the winged people, who was at the First Heavenly Layer of the Earth Source Realm.
In this state, Jiang Chen was invincible under the Earth Source Realm. He was truly invincible.
"Trying to run now? It's too late. The speed of your Yu Clan is nothing in front of me. "
Jiang Chen's cold voice was like the King of Hell, pronouncing a death sentence on the eighth young master. Just when the eighth young master was about to run, Jiang Chen was even faster. The terrifying True Dragon Palm pressed down on him.
* Rumble … … *
The giant palm pressed down like a mountain, causing the void to explode.
"Ah … …"
A miserable shriek was heard. The terrifying palm smashed on the eighth young master's body. Feathers flew in the air, along with streams of blood.
In the next moment, the eighth young master appeared in front of them. He was not dead yet, but he was not far from it. His body was covered in blood, and all his feathers had fallen off. Only his bloodied wings were barely supporting him from falling from the sky.
"Pretty tenacious."
Jiang Chen snorted. The Heavenly Dragon Sword appeared above the eighth young master's head. The eighth young master would not be able to dodge this sword no matter what.
"Stop, don't kill our young master."
The leader of the winged men, who was fighting against Nie Xiaoying, was horrified when he saw this. If the Eighth Young Master was killed in front of him, he would be punished by the clan leader even if he could walk out of this place alive.
The Eighth Prince was an important member of the Harpies. He could not die!
"Your opponent is me."
Nie Xiaoying was in high spirits, and her Startling Sword Technique was getting more and more powerful. How could she allow the leader of the Feather people to deal with Jiang Chen? Now that the Martial Pavilion had the absolute upper hand, as long as Jiang Chen killed the Eight Young Masters, the entire Feather race would be in chaos. When that happened, they would lose all will to fight, and that would be the time for them to win.
How could Nie Xiaoying miss such a great opportunity? At this time, it all depended on her cooperation with Jiang Chen.
Shua!
The Winged People Team Leader was unable to save their Young Master in time, and the pitiful Eighth Young Master was cut in half by Jiang Chen's sword. His blood sprayed through the sky, and he could not be more dead.
"Eighth Young Master!"
The Winged People Team Leader's eyes were wide open, and he roared loudly. However, the more he did so, the more chaotic his mind became. Under Nie Xiaoying's powerful attack, he became even more inferior and pathetic.
"The Eighth Young Master has been killed. The Eighth Young Master is dead. What should we do?"
"The disciples of the Martial Pavilion are too strong. Even the Eighth Young Master is dead. We are doomed."
"We don't have the advantage in numbers either. These people from the Martial Pavilion are all like they are on steroids. They don't care about their lives. How are we going to fight them?"
…
The Feather race was in chaos. They had completely lost their formation, and even their last bit of will to fight had disappeared. All the winged people had the intention to retreat. The Eighth Young Master had been killed, and this was a huge blow to them. They had lost their backbone in an instant.
This was the same with the Martial Pavilion. Although both parties had captains, the real backbone of the Martial Pavilion was Jiang Chen, and the real backbone of the Feather race was the Eighth Young Master, not the Winged People Team Leader. This was determined by identity and status.
"Everyone, listen up. Retreat and regroup with the other two teams."
The Winged People Team Leader shouted loudly. He had no choice but to give the order to retreat. He could already tell that the Feather race had lost their will to fight, while the Martial Pavilion was full of fighting spirit like ferocious tigers.
Under such circumstances, the Feather race would be wiped out sooner or later if they continued to fight.
Putting aside the fact that he couldn't even deal with Nie Xiaoying, and the disciples of the Martial Pavilion were as ferocious as tigers, Jiang Chen, a monster in human form, was enough to wipe out most of the Winged People.
All in all, there was no way to fight this battle.
Hearing the Winged People Team Leader's order to retreat, the disciples of the Winged People acted as if they had heard a special pardon. They immediately abandoned their opponents and turned to run.
Although they couldn't win, it wasn't a problem to escape. The Feather race was confident in this aspect. If they wanted to run, even if the disciples of the Martial Pavilion used a hundred Flight Talismans, they wouldn't be able to catch up to them.
"Wahahaha, birdmen, you want to run now? It's over. I, Master Dog, have already set up the Sky Concealing Formation. None of you can escape."
At this moment, a burst of wild laughter suddenly sounded. Da Huang Dog, who hadn't appeared in the battle previously, suddenly appeared.
"Haha, awesome."
Xie Ting laughed out loud. The moment he saw Da Huang Dog, he knew that all the Winged People here were finished. Da Huang Dog was a true formation expert. Xie Ting had already experienced this before he entered the Chiling Mountain.
"I was wondering why I didn't see Da Huang just now. It turns out that he's using the same trick again. This time, the Winged People are finished."
Zhang Qing said.
"That's right. Although the experts of the Feather race can break the formation set up by Da Huang, we won't give them the chance to do so. As long as the formation obstructs them slightly, we'll kill them all."
Han Dong was also full of vigor. Almost at the moment they saw Da Huang Dog, they had already predicted the outcome of the Feather race. It was the same as when they dealt with the group of Winged People previously.
"Damn it, it's that dog again."
"This place has been set up with a formation. We're trapped here."
"Everyone, attack with all your might and break the formation."
…
The Feather race was in a complete mess. Now that they couldn't even escape, all that was left was endless panic.
"Kill, don't give them the chance to break the formation."
The disciples of the Martial Pavilion charged forward in a frenzy.
At this moment, the disciples of the Martial Pavilion were extremely excited. At the very beginning, they were trapped by the Feather race's big plot and fell into the Eight Gates Maze Formation. They had tasted the suffering of the formation.
Now, the Harpies felt like they had been trapped for a very long time, and they could feel true despair.
"Damn it, it's Master Dog's turn now."
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