Chapter 3199
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The Sixth Return (9)
Time passed day by day. Although there was no sunrise or sunset in the sea of stars. But the human cultivators were still used to recording the passage of time in twenty-four hours.
The Demon Lord of Hellfire often came and went. Come and go …
Although the human experts gathered in front of the Yan League Mirror could not completely seal off her whereabouts, they could only watch as she shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, creating great terror.
But what was gratifying was that the demon's crazy aura was gradually becoming less sharp, as if she had been heavily injured. Her origin power had already suffered irreparable damage.
Coupled with everyone's efforts, they took advantage of the confrontation between Shen Xuezhou and the Demon Lord of Hellfire to harvest the heads of the demons, and finally tilted the balance of the entire war.
The rate at which the Child Demon Mother Cocoon hatched the Heavenly Demons began to drop.
This was an exciting good sign. It meant that the originally out-of-control situation was beginning to be controlled by the human race.
The Qing Huang forefather estimated that in another two to three days, they would be able to completely wipe out the Heavenly Demon army in front of the Yan League Mirror. Then, they would send the cultivators with the most outstanding mental power into the realm within the realm to try to break the mirror.
In the entire process of winning, every cultivator had paid an immeasurable price.
Not to mention anything else, just the consumption of the Demon Lord of Hellfire's battle prowess had required them to organize several sacrificial treasures. The Yan League disciples were fine, because they were poor. The rogue cultivators, due to financial constraints, usually did not overly pursue external objects. The focus of their cultivation was on themselves. But the second fleet of the Situ Family had clearly lost too much blood, and their vitality was greatly damaged.
Every time, Shen Xuezhou stood on the supreme moral high ground and openly asked the Situ Family cultivators for magic treasures. He even confiscated the three highest quality ships in the fleet without any discussion. The Time Travel Ship was a powerful explosive to attack the Demon Lord of Hellfire!
Under everyone's fanatical gazes and soaring fighting spirit …
Even if the Situ Dark Star's heart was gouged out and the corners of his eyes were bleeding, he would not dare to refuse at this time. Because once he opened his mouth, he would completely become a heartless and unjust insect and scum who did not care about the righteousness of the human race for his own selfishness!
He watched as the ferocious and evil Demon Master of Hellfire slowly walked out of the smoke from the explosion of his own battleship. Situ's Dark Star felt his blood run cold. For a moment, he couldn't tell if he was immersed in the pain of losing a precious treasure or the fear of the Hellfire Demon Master's immortality.
Why was he the only one whose opinion was different from others?
In the eyes of others, that damned Shen Xuezhou seemed to be gaining the upper hand and was about to chop off the Hellfire Demon Master's head. But when they looked into the demon's eyes, they could only feel an even greater darkness and despair hidden in the depths of those hideous eyes.
On the entire battlefield, the only person who had an even more desolate expression than Situ's dark star was Fairy Yan Qing, who was losing water at a visible speed.
It was as if he was not interested in anything at all. Even when he was fighting, he was absent-minded. Only when Shen Xuezhou left the battlefield would he look at his tent with resentment in his eyes, unaware of the passage of time …
It was the sixth time he returned from the battlefield.
Zhen Xiaoxiao was still lying on the bed obediently, letting Small Gruel's fingers comb her back.
Although her eyes were closed and her expression was peaceful, as if she was immersed in a relaxing dream, she was not relaxed at all in the past few days. Her tense nerves did not relax for even a moment. Soon, her forehead and the tip of her nose were covered in tiny beads of sweat again.
It was a little ambiguous …
(End of this chapter)
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