You should know.
Even if the two of them went all out, they might not be as fast as Ning Yue in killing the Heavenly Demon.
"Should we attack?"
Zhao looked at the battlefield, then back at Mohe.
"What else can we do?"
Mohe's face was not looking good.
Actually, Mo He wasn't afraid of these peak Saint Immortal Heavenly Fiends.
What worried him the most was Rong Tianjun.
It was no exaggeration to say that.
The outcome of their battle did not have much of an impact on the final result.
Even if they won, they would not be able to help Rong Tianjun.
After all, Heavenly Lord Rong's opponent was Ming Hao, who was at the peak of the Heavenly Lord Realm.
Furthermore.
Besides Ming Hao, there were two old men in brocade robes who had gone to Kun Xu City.
Although the old man's cultivation base wasn't as high as Ming Hao's, he was still at the Late Stage of Heavenly Monarch.
"Save me, ancestor!"
While Mohe was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a cry for help.
Without a doubt.
It was the genius of the Mo Clan asking for help.
The two prodigies of the Mo Clan were ranked top 500 on the Heaven Monarch Substitute List. Their combined strength was extremely terrifying.
However, no matter how terrifying their strength was, they could not withstand the large number of Heavenly Demons.
Facing such a large heavenly fiend army, the Mo Family's two geniuses both fell into a bitter struggle.
"Damn it!"
Mo He cursed under his breath and rushed forward, wanting to rescue the two geniuses of the Mo Family.
Puchi! Puchi!
However …
Mo He had just made his move when he discovered that the two geniuses of the Mo family were drowned in the Heavenly Demon Army.
Ka ka ka!
The sudden change made Mo He's face extremely ugly.
He clenched his fists, making cracking sounds.
Due to his anger, Mohe's veins bulged all over his body, and his face was abnormally hideous.
Initially, when he saw the death of the Xu Clan's genius and the disappearance of the Zhao Clan's genius, Mo He thought that the Mo Clan's opportunity to rise had arrived.
After all, the two geniuses of the Mo family were still alive.
But now …
Seeing the Mo Family's genius die in battle with his own eyes, Mo He was furious to the extreme.
"You all deserve to die!"
The furious Mohe immediately rushed out and charged into the Heavenly Demon Army.
Rumble!
All kinds of spells flew, Mohe did not hold back at all.
In order to avenge the genius of the Mo family, he used all the power he could muster.
Pu pu pu pu!
In just a few seconds, more than ten Heavenly Demons at the peak of the Saint Immortal Stage were killed by him.
"So desperate?"
Seeing how ruthless Mohe was, Zhao's eyes revealed a look of surprise.
"Fine, you've saved me a lot of trouble by risking your life."
The corners of Zhao Hai's mouth rose as he joined the battle.
What was different from Mohe was that Mohe was going all out, even using all of his strength.
But Zhao Hai only used thirty percent of his strength.
He didn't want to be meritorious, he just wanted to protect himself!
This was what Zhao Hai thought.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
But soon, Zhao's thoughts changed.
There was no other reason.
Two figures sped over from afar.
These two figures were not strangers.
It was the embroidered clothed old man who had just left!
Both of them were at the Late-stage Heavenly Monarch Realm.
As soon as they appeared, they launched a powerful attack on Zhao and Mohe.
Actually, it was very simple.
There were only three Heavenly Lords present.
While Rong Tianjun was fighting Ming Hao, Zhao Hai and Mo He became the old man's targets.
Coincidentally, there were two old men in brocade robes and two Heavenly Lords, one each, no more and no less.
"What bad luck!"
Zhao Hai was so angry that his nose was crooked.
He originally wanted to mingle around, but the sudden appearance of the embroidered clothed old man made him completely dispel the idea of mingle around.
His idea had changed from messing around to running away!
"Go!"
Zhao Hai took out a black bead and threw it at the old man.
Boom!
When the black bead was about to reach the old man, it suddenly exploded.
"Run!"
Seeing the black bead explode, Zhao Hai hurriedly tore the void, trying to escape.
However, Zhao Hai had obviously underestimated the old man's strength.
He was a Late-stage Heavenly Lord after all.
Even if he detonated the black bead, which was enough to kill a Middle-stage Heavenly Lord Martial Artist, it would not be of much use.
Bang!
A moment ago, the old man tore the void and went in.
The next moment.
The old man dashed out of the void and punched Zhao Hai's chest.
Crack!
The sound of ribs breaking rang out.
Like a kite with a broken string, Zhao flew straight back.
Whoosh!
He succeeded in one move.
How could the old man stop?
His figure flashed and he rushed out again.
Almost in the blink of an eye.
The embroidered-robed old man appeared in front of Zhao Hai, blocking his path of retreat.
"What do you want!"
Zhao Hai looked at the old man coldly and said, "Apart from Rong Tianjun, the strongest person in this area is Ning Yue. Why do you have to target me?"
"Don't worry. After I get rid of you, it won't be too late to deal with Ning Yue."
The old man's expression was calm. He clenched his right fist and suddenly punched.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that he couldn't convince the old man, Zhao Hai directly cursed.
"Fight!"
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Hai did not hesitate to burn his blood essence to increase his strength, choosing to fight head-on with the old man.
Crack!
Even though Zhao Hai burned his blood essence, the result did not change much.
Several of his ribs broke again.
Puchi!
Zhao Hai spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura instantly dropped from the peak of the Early-stage Heavenly Lord Realm to around Half-step Heavenly Lord Realm.
Moreover.
And it was still dropping!
"Don't force me!"
Zhao Hai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took out a white bead from his bosom.
Hiss!
Seeing the white bead in Zhao Hai's hand, the old man sucked in a breath of cold air.
Compared to the black bead, the white bead gave him a feeling of unease.
"Let me go, or I will detonate it!"
Zhao Hai held the white bead tightly and said fiercely, "You should know what it is. Once it is detonated, both you and I will die!"
Swish!
The old man's face was gloomy.
He knew very well that even if Zhao Hai exaggerated, he would be affected if he detonated the white bead.
For a moment.
The old man and Zhao Hai were in a deadlock.
Neither side flinched. They both stared at each other.
Bang!
However, just as they were staring at each other, the battle between Mo He and the other old man had ended.
The result was obvious.
Mo He was naturally not the old man's opponent.
Even though Mo He used all his strength and used all kinds of trump cards, he was still easily defeated by the old man.
If it was not for Ning Yue's help at the critical moment, Mo He would have been killed.
"Not dead yet!"
Zhao Hai glanced at Mo He, who was saved by Ning Yue, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.
Whoosh!
It was this brief distraction that made Zhao Hai pay the price.
The old man in embroidered robes attacked in an instant and punched the old man's wrist.
"Ah!"
The sharp pain from his wrist caused Zhao Hai to let out a blood-curdling scream.
The scream was secondary. The most important thing was that Zhao Hai threw the white bead in his hand.
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