A Monster Race powerhouse with the strength of a Monster Star would naturally have a strong foundation.
If he insisted on fighting to the death, it was normal for him to be injured. To be precise, if Lin Feng didn't have a strong constitution and rich combat experience, he might have been dragged to the underworld by Zong Qing. Especially when the peak Saint King inner core exploded at the end. It was so close that he couldn't block it at all. Even with his extreme speed, Lin Feng was still injured quite badly.
Normally, this kind of injury wouldn't be a problem. With his clone's insane constitution, he could recover in half a month.
But now, he was in big trouble.
"Phew …" Exhaling lightly, Lin Feng's eyes were burning.
Looking around at the Monster Race powerhouses who were both terrified and eager to make a move, his mind was much clearer now.
The improvement in his spear technique caused by the slaughter had undergone a qualitative change, and he had fully awakened. Even though he hated the Monster Race's cruel acts, he couldn't kill all of them by himself. Most importantly, his mission this time wasn't to save the Ancient Southern Region.
The Ancient Race wasn't the Human Race.
Even though they were one of the Three Great Races of the Human Race, even the Human Race was divided into Nine Great Territories, the Eight Great Territories Alliance, and the Southern Region, let alone the Ancient Race.
He was only worried about his grandfather, Feng Chao.
"There's no need to worry," Lin Feng thought to himself and nodded.
In an instant —
Whoosh! His body flashed like a shooting star and disappeared in an instant.
The Monster Race powerhouses who had been eager to make a move reacted instantly. Uproar mixed with all kinds of angry roars, and chaos ensued.
"Capture that human!"
"Damn it, where did he run to?!"
"He killed so many of our brothers, we can't let him run away. Find him quickly!"
…
Roars rang out continuously as countless Demon Clan experts surrounded them, forming a dense black mass.
However, there was no trace of Lin Feng.
The only survivor of Zong Qing's team, the two-faced lion powerhouse, was already pale with fright. The other Saint Realm powerhouses might not have seen it clearly, but he saw it clearly. Not only did this human powerhouse kill Zong Qing perfectly, but the speed he used when he left was also terrifying!
"Extreme … extreme speed?!" The two-faced lion powerhouse was completely stunned.
Where did this human come from?
…
Who was he?
The Demon Race naturally did not know.
However, Lam Tok Tei knew, the humans knew, the Shamans knew, and the name 'Lin Feng' resounded like thunder in Heavenly Spirit.
Bang! Bang! Thump! "His heart was beating extremely fast, but Lin Feng's expression was extremely ugly at this moment. The burst of speed added another burden to his already injured body. However, the true pain came from the depths of his heart. It came from the familiar rhythm, as if the blood in his body was burning.
The calling became stronger and stronger.
This was the feeling of being connected by blood, a call from the deepest level. It was like a warning, an omen that appeared.
Like a pulse, it was unprecedentedly strong!
"Danger!"
"Grandpa, it must be very dangerous."
"We can't waste any more time. We have to find Grandfather as soon as possible and rescue him."
…
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed.
Enduring the pain, he looked around and sensed the rumbling battle auras around him.
Since the Ancient Race and the Demon Race were at war, with Grandfather's status, he would definitely be at the forefront of the war. Therefore, as long as he could find the most intense battlefield, which was the most direct confrontation between the Ancient Race and the Demon Race, he would most likely be able to find Grandfather!
Whoosh! Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He turned his head and clenched his right fist.
There he was!
…
…
The Ancient Race was completely suppressed.
To be precise, they were not suppressed on one side of the battlefield, but on the entire situation. After Demon King Ao Jiang carried out the plan and divided his forces, he accurately hit the Ancient Race's weak spot. The deepest part of the Ancient Southern Region contained the Ancient Race's most outstanding and purest bloodline.
As one of the seven Ancient Gods of the Ancient Race, Wu Li had the responsibility and obligation to protect it.
To the powerhouses of the Ancient Southern Region, this was their foundation. If their foundation was destroyed, what was the point even if they won this war?
Retreat!
They fought and retreated, but they had to retreat.
Under Wu Li's leadership, the Ancient Race powerhouses formed a neat formation and maintained their control over the Demon Race. They attacked with all their might. However, Ao Jiang had already met up with Zong Yong. The two Demon Kings looked at each other and smiled. They were clearly in a good mood. Looking at the Ancient Race who were 'retreating', it was as if they saw the dawn of victory.
"Isn't this called driving a dog into a corner?" Zong Yong sneered.
"Heh, although Wu Li is powerful, in terms of strategy, he is far inferior to the Military Advisor," Ao Jiang's eyes sparkled and he smiled faintly.
"His every move is within the Military Advisor's expectations." Zong Yong's lips curled up and he laughed. "Wouldn't it be better if he hid inside since the beginning? Is it too late to rush back now? How can there be such hesitation in a war? What a soft-hearted person. "
Ao Jiang also smiled. "It's a pity that he doesn't understand."
Zong Yong raised his head and looked into the distance. His eyes were bright. "If I really wanted to destroy his foundation, would he even have the chance to realize it?"
The two Monster Kings looked at each other and laughed heartily. They were both arrogant.
It was because this war had been won too easily!
…
"Sh * t," Wu Li's expression changed.
Wu Li was at the center of the Ancient Race army. He was not only the spiritual pillar of the Ancient Southern Region, but also the most powerful existence.
Beside him, his two most helpful disciples, Feng Cong and Feng Jing, also stopped with Wu Li. They looked at their master with confusion in their eyes. They did not know what had happened.
"I've been tricked," Wu Li's face turned pale and he looked old.
As an Ancient God, he had a high position and power. His strength was the best among the Ancient Race. However, Wu Li was only a beginner when it came to war. In order to protect his foundation, he led the army to make a final counterattack and retreated deep into the Ancient Southern Region. He wanted to use the natural barrier to save the future of the Ancient Southern Region.
But now …
He felt the overwhelming aura of the Demon Clan rushing towards him.
The Demon Clan had set up an inescapable trap, waiting for his arrival. As an Ancient God and the commander of the Ancient Race army, he could not escape the blame for such a 'mistake'.
"Ancient God, this is bad. A large Demon Clan army suddenly appeared in front."
"Ancient God, the Demon Clan army is attacking from behind!"
…
Ambush from All Sides!
At this moment, Wu Li understood what had happened.
"Bastard!" Wu Li clenched his fists and shouted angrily. He was not scolding the Demon Clan but himself. The winner was the king, and the loser was the bandit. There were no tricks or unfair victories on the battlefield. There was only victory or defeat in the end. He was the one who had made a mistake, but all the Ancient Race experts in the Ancient Southern Region had to bear the consequences.
How could he bear to do that?
"Master!" Feng Cong's eyes lit up.
"Master, let's kill our way out!" Feng Jing gritted his teeth and said.
Both of them were determined and had received Wu Li's teachings. Their strength was also quite strong.
Letting out a long sigh, Wu Li raised his head to look at the sky. His sparkling eyes made him look a little old, but at this moment, his heart was already ice-cold. He clearly knew that he had completely lost this war. Moreover, he had suffered a crushing defeat and had been completely controlled by the Demon Race.
He had been toyed with from head to toe like a toy by the Demon Clan.
In the end, because of his wrong decision, the entire Ancient Race army had suffered such a great calamity.
It was all his fault!
He had to bear the consequences of his own mistakes!
"Feng Cong, Feng Jing." Wu Li's voice was low and hoarse, but his eyes were bright.
"Master!" Feng Cong and Feng Jing's expressions turned serious.
"There won't be too many troops lying in ambush. You two will lead the Ancient Race army in my place. No matter what price we have to pay …" Wu Li's eyes flashed and he shouted, "Kill our way back! Do your best to protect the Ancient Southern Region's foundation and pass on the torch. I hope that we can regain our glory one day! "
"Master!" Feng Cong and Feng Jing's expressions changed drastically.
They had followed Wu Li for a long time and knew his temperament. What did their master mean by saying this?
He wanted to bring up the rear alone!
"Do as I say," Wu Li said in a deep voice. There was no room for negotiation.
Feng Cong and Feng Jing felt like their hearts were being cut by a knife. They knew that their master would not change his decision. Their bodies trembled and they choked with sobs. They had followed Wu Li since they were young and treated him like a father. Now that they were going to be separated by life and death, how could they not be sad?
"Also." Wu Li paused and looked at Feng Cong and Feng Jing. His eyes flashed with kindness, and he nodded gently. "If possible, protect Yan 'er, your sister."
"We will, Master!" Two lines of tears fell from Feng Cong and Feng Jing's eyes. The three pairs of eyes looked at each other as if they had inherited their bloodline. There was no need for any more words. Feng Cong grabbed Feng Jing and turned around to leave with tears streaming down his face. He gritted his teeth and looked determined.
They could not disappoint their master's kind intentions.
Half of the important task of protecting the Ancient Southern Region was now on their shoulders.
Looking at the two of them leave, the gentle light in Wu Li's eyes gradually disappeared. He became calm like a calm lake.
Although he still had feelings for her, it was time for him to do something.
As an Ancient God, as the 'king' of the Ancient Southern Region, he would use his body to protect his people until he died.
"The Demon Clan …" Wu Li's eyes were burning, and the flames around his body gradually rose.
…
…
The flames exploded.
Plans could never keep up with changes. No matter how thorough the plan was, it might not necessarily follow the established steps.
Lam Tok Tei was indeed very smart and knew the human heart well. However, he would not consider Wu Li's sense of responsibility and mission because he did not possess these two qualities and had always scoffed at them. However, when the surging Phoenix flames engulfed the Demon Clan army, Ao Jiang and Zong Yong's expressions changed instantly.
As the people who had the most direct conversation with Wu Li, they could clearly sense Wu Li's' decision '.
Wu Li was going to use his weak body to block the Demon Clan army that numbered in the millions with his own strength!
What boldness!
"Boom!" The flames spread across the sky.
The red light covered all the colors, and even the air seemed to be burning.
This was the true power of the Dou Ling World. It was the purest flame. There was a limit to speed, a limit to power, and a limit to the flames. The rich Fire Origin Energy had reached the maximum power that the Dou Ling World could withstand, and it exploded completely.
One of the most powerful people of the Fire Lineage, Wu Li!
The seven Ancient Gods of the Ancient Tribe!
He unleashed all his power!
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