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The huge silver eagle stood proudly on the ground, its body full of power and beauty was like a majestic mountain, unshakable.
Boom!!!
The vast and tyrannical flood of steel slammed into the silver mountain, the outcome was decided in an instant. One by one, the minotaurs were sent flying by the tyrannical force.
The bronze shields in their hands were all twisted out of shape, the flesh on their arms exploded, purple red blood splattering everywhere.
Everyone who saw this couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. The strength of a single minotaur was enough to cause severe internal injuries to a Spirit Stream expert like Lan Xuan. Just how strong was the combined attack of twelve of them? This was simply unimaginable.
But in front of this silver eagle, the twelve monsters were like ants trying to shake a tree. They couldn't do any damage to it at all. Under the violent impact, the silver eagle didn't even shake!
In the next second, in front of everyone's shocked gazes, the huge Silver Eagle flapped its wings, and a bright silver wind burst forth, instantly tearing the 12 Minotaurs who were heavily injured by the powerful impact into pieces.
Seeing this, the others became alert. There were only four minotaurs in front of them, for these evil path elites, it wasn't much of a problem.
Although the minotaurs were strong, they were simple minded and liked to charge around. As long as they avoided their frontal attacks, it was easy to kill them.
As time passed, more and more minotaurs appeared from the void. It was as if there was no end to them.
Every time a wave of monsters was killed, double the number of monsters would appear in the next wave.
To Chu Chen, the number of minotaurs he had to face was three times that of the others.
By the time he reached the seventh round, the number of Minotaurs in front of him had reached 192, almost 200 of them.
At this moment, there were 64 minotaurs in front of the others!
Over two hundred Minotaurs roared and raised their bronze tower shields, forming an iron wall that came crashing down.
A cold light flashed in Chu Chen's eyes. He took the initiative to attack for the first time. His two huge silver wings were like two heavenly sabers. He waved them in front of him, and a blazing silver saber light swept out in an instant. It smashed the bronze tower shields into pieces.
The silver eagle rampaged through the minotaurs. Every part of its body became the most terrifying weapon: wing slash, claw slash, beak peck. Every time he moved, a dazzling flower of blood would burst out.
In the ninth round, the others were facing over 200 Minotaurs, while Chu Chen was facing close to a thousand Minotaurs.
Seeing the dense swarm of minotaurs charging at him like locusts, Chu Chen spread his wings. In an instant, a blinding silver light burst out from his wings.
It was as if a small silver sun had suddenly exploded in the air. Wherever the bright silver light passed, the minotaurs melted like snow under the hot sun, disappearing.
By the tenth wave, there were over 500 minotaurs in front of them.
Chu Chen had over 1500 minotaurs around him!
At this moment, everyone's faces changed. More than five hundred strong minotaurs had formed a steel torrent, which was quite a sizeable scale.
It was very difficult to find an opportunity to deal effective damage to so many Minotaurs.
At this moment, Zi Xi and the blood-red clothed youth's expressions were very serious. The purple light swords and red light blades around them had dimmed, and there were even a few faint wounds on their bodies.
Ling Xuan, the silver haired man, the Nefarious Bones old man, and Evil Monk were relatively relaxed. At the very least, they didn't have a single wound on their bodies. However, it was obvious that their attacks had sped up.
The formless swords around Ling Xuan's body emitted an even sharper aura. The silver-haired man's silver hair danced in the air like a blazing silver waterfall.
The black lightning on the Nefarious Bones old man's ancient banner almost turned into a rain of lightning. The black hole in front of Evil Monk was like the ferocious mouth of a demon from hell, as if it wanted to devour the world.
On the other side, the 1500 minotaurs formed a vast steel ocean that almost completely drowned Chu Chen. The 1500 huge tower shields and bronze hammers were swung, and the light reflected from them almost covered the sky.
The minotaurs couldn't be called monsters anymore. They were an army of minotaurs!
What was even more shocking was that these 1500 Minotaurs actually knew how to attack together. The bronze hammers and shields that were still as good as new after thousands of years were emitting a chilling aura that made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.
Chu Chen spread his wings wide, and the silver light on his body surged furiously like a tidal wave.
His experience in Ling Xuan's Inner Demon Space caused Chu Chen to have a trace of understanding. He knew that the essence of his Silver Eagle Avatar was actually a Golden-winged Roc.
At this time, although the silver eagle clone was still in its infancy state, it was able to use a trace of the Golden-Winged Peng's innate ability. The dazzling silver light was the Peng's innate divine light.
Although it was far from being as powerful as the golden-winged roc's innate god light, it wasn't something these minotaurs could resist!
The silver light burst out, and the world seemed to have suddenly bloomed into a bright silver flower.
Every trace of silver light became the sharpest sword qi. The vast silver light surged out and instantly shredded the minotaurs to pieces. Large amounts of purplish black blood splattered out, dyeing the ground red.
When the 1500 minotaurs died at the same time, less than 10% of the minotaurs in front of everyone else had died.
Seeing the silver eagle standing proudly, bathed in the blood of the monsters, everyone's eyes were filled with shock from the bottom of their hearts.
"This level of power is truly unrivaled." The Nefarious Bone old man's sleeves fluttered, and the huge banner he was controlling released a waterfall of lightning that killed dozens of minotaurs. He couldn't help but sigh.
"So many evil path elites have entered the Yin Mountain Secret Realm, could it be that this bird will be the one to last until the end?"
At this time, less than 10% of the minotaurs in front of everyone else had died.
Seeing the silver eagle standing proudly, bathed in the blood of the monsters, everyone's eyes were filled with shock from the bottom of their hearts.
"This level of power is truly unrivaled." The Nefarious Bone old man's sleeves fluttered, and the huge banner he was controlling released a waterfall of lightning that killed dozens of minotaurs in one fell swoop. He couldn't help but sigh.
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