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Chapter 816

Words:2968Update:22/06/29 04:09:23

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"Get into formation, get into formation, get into formation!"

Elder Mokan screamed with all his might.

But this army was too huge. There were five Demonic Flag Lords and close to a thousand Demonic Generals.

Moreover, they had been marching for more than ten days and were completely exhausted.

Facing this sudden attack, they could not defend at all.

The battlefield a few hundred miles ahead was a complete mess because of the existence of the Crouching Demon Army. The Crouching Demon Army continued to dismember the Rakshasa King cavalry while their own side was being slaughtered by the Rakshasa King Martial Army.

The entire battlefield was in chaos. It was like hell without any order.

But here …

The thirty thousand Centaur Army was like a moving city wall, charging over with a howl.

The twenty thousand Werewolves were like daggers that pierced through the battlefield.

Even the two hundred and ten thousand Demonic Leopard Army was like a raging tide.

Lan Ling's three hundred thousand elite cavalrymen charged ferociously towards the infantry army led by Elder Mokan from three directions.



Once the Centaurs charged, they were like thirty thousand tanks that could move two to three hundred miles per hour.

Facing the infantry, it was no longer a defeat or a massacre. It was like a harvester cutting through a wheat field. In an instant, the ground was littered with corpses and blood.

Bam, bam, bam, bam …

Under the leadership of the three Khans, the 30,000-strong Centaur Legion swept across dozens of miles like a super steel wall, pushing forward.

There was no fighting or brandishing of blades.

Just charging, trampling, charging, trampling.

The individual combat strength of the Werewolves was no weaker than the Centaurs, but on the battlefield, they were slightly weaker than the Centaur Army.

They did not have the thunderous momentum of the Centaur Army's charge, but the way they killed the enemy was extremely stunning.

Every werewolf knight was about four to five meters tall, and every part of their body was covered in armor. They were extremely strong, and the weapon in their hands was a three-meter long mace made from dead wood and steel. It weighed more than three thousand pounds.

When a Werewolf was fully armored and swung a three thousand kilogram mace, they could carve out a bloody path.

But what about the twenty thousand Werewolves?

When they swung twenty thousand maces, what would that look like?

It was shocking!

Their killing speed was not as fast as the Centaur Army, but it was more violent and aesthetically pleasing.

Against the two-meter-tall Rakshasa infantry, they only reached their waists. When the 3,500-kilogram mace smashed down, any shield or armor would shatter in an instant. His entire person was instantly smashed into minced meat.

His head and body exploded like a watermelon.

As for the 100,000 Giant Wolves, although their speed was slightly reduced after equipping the armor, they possessed extremely strong defense. They were wild beasts, so they did not need to be equipped with weapons. They used their claws and teeth to tear their enemies apart.

As for the Magic Leopard Corps, it had been completely transformed by Lan Ling into a separate corps. There were no more barbarian warriors on their backs.

Because Lan Ling and the Tang had already created a set of psychic commands to control the Demon Leopard Army.

The Demonic Leopard Army was naturally inferior to the centaur army and the werewolf army, but they were fast and agile. Their fangs and claws were incomparably sharp, and their numbers were great.

Lan Ling's four ace cavalrymen were invincible against the Rakshasa infantry, especially the centaur army and the werewolf army. They were like walking tanks, plowing a path of blood.

This was not a battle, but a harvest of lives, even though the enemy outnumbered them by ten.



At this time, Lan Ling was like a ghost. His entire body was covered in Star Armor, and his entire body was hidden under a black cloak. He approached Mo Kan quickly.

After the Astral Mana Meteorite is broken down, it will separate out pure dark energy, as well as a kind of flawless crystal.

This crystal could defend against almost all energy attacks, and was an insulator of almost all energy.

The Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao, had broken down hundreds of thousands of kilograms of Star Galaxy Meteorites and obtained more than a hundred kilograms of this crystal. She had only had time to create three sets of Star Armor yesterday.

One for Lan Ling, one for the Tang, and one for herself.

Elder Mo Kan, a top Demon Venerable.

Lan Ling, a Seven Star Demon Venerable.

Elder Mo Kan oversaw the central army, and there were a total of ten Demon Venerables and a hundred Demon Grandmasters around him.

They did not fight the centaur army or the werewolf army. Instead, they guarded Elder Mo Kan.

There were at least a hundred thousand people around Mo Kan. Other than the hundred Demon Grandmasters and above, there were a thousand Demon Martial Grandmasters, all kinds of martial artists, and elite warriors. They protected Elder Mo Kan in the middle, layers upon layers, and airtight.

If they fought their way in using normal methods, even a Demon Sage would be exhausted.

Lan Ling rode a Ghost Ray and floated in the air. He began to brew Hell Lightning.

Lan Ling's Hell Lightning was formed naturally by comprehending the power of Heaven and Earth. After the Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao, arrived, she had modified his Hell Lightning.

Under certain circumstances, the Hell Lightning could be brewed faster.

Lan Ling used his bloodline to summon the power of Heaven and Earth, and then used the lightning he created to create Heaven and Earth Lightning.

This process was usually very slow, and would take at least a few minutes. Moreover, the power of Hell Lightning depended on the power of Heaven and Earth at the time. For example, as a former battlefield, many people had died. Therefore, the power of Heaven and Earth here was very rich, and he could summon powerful Hell Lightning.

However, under the modification of the Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao, the bloodline energy of the people who had just died had just evaporated into the air, and had not completely disappeared into the sky and earth. At this time, Lan Ling could quickly condense this energy and use it to quickly summon Hell Lightning.

Now, he was in a super huge battlefield. Countless people were dying every minute and every second.

The blood energy between Heaven and Earth was extremely rich. Countless bloodline Zhi Li scattered in the air had not completely disappeared.

Lan Ling summoned Hell Lightning to form a huge blood-colored cloud. It spun rapidly and became a huge energy whirlpool, quickly condensing the bloodline energy of the dead.

Condense, condense, condense …

The power of Heaven and Earth and the bloodline energy of hundreds of thousands of dead people condensed into a huge blood-colored cloud.

It was layered, spanning tens of thousands of meters.

In the darkness, this group of clouds shrouded the sky above Elder Mokan.

Lan Ling was still brewing. He continued to crazily devour the blood energy of the dead and the dark energy between Heaven and Earth.

The blood-colored cloud became thicker and thicker.

In the end, it condensed tens of thousands of meters in length and a few thousand meters in thickness.

At this time, Lan Ling summoned a small Hell Lightning in his body. This Hell Lightning was only a hundred meters long, and it suddenly struck the blood-colored cloud.

Then …

"Boom …" An earth-shattering explosion sounded.

The huge Hell Lightning that was tens of thousands of meters long suddenly burst into the sky with blood-red light.

In an instant, the night sky within a few hundred kilometers became as bright as day.

It was as if the entire sky was going to be torn apart. Then, hundreds of Hell Lightning bolts struck madly.

When Lan Ling was only a Demon Ancestor level expert, the Hell Lightning was already so shocking. At this time, Lan Ling's cultivation had reached the Seven Star Demon Ancestor level.

A Seven Star Demon Ancestor could mobilize a shocking amount of Heaven and Earth energy.

When the earth-shattering Hell Lightning struck down, the Demon Ancestor level expert who was struck by the lightning was almost instantly charred. As for the Demon Ancestor level expert, he was completely paralyzed by the terrifying lightning energy and couldn't move.

Then, the Hell Lightning continued to be released and struck madly. The entire night sky was mottled with light and shadow.

Although the power of the lightning was not as strong, it was enough to paralyze countless martial artists. Because the terrifying Hell Lightning could almost ignore any energy barrier.

And in this group of Hell Lightning, Lan Ling's body shuttled like a lightning bolt. Like a dark arrow, he appeared in front of Elder Mokan.

Elder Mokan exclaimed, "You … Who are you?"

Lan Ling said coldly, "Elder Mokan, how can you be so forgetful?"

Lan Ling's voice had changed, but to Elder Mokan, he was an unforgettable enemy.

Elder Mokan couldn't believe it and said, "Lan Ling!"

"Isn't it me?" Lan Ling said slowly, "That day, I could kill your son. Today, I can also kill you!"

Elder Mokan was completely shocked and even couldn't understand.

The Balrog Empire was now facing a calamity. Facing enemies on all sides, as the master, Lan Ling didn't stay in the safest Flame Demon City. He actually led the army to fight. He … Is he crazy?

If he left, who would be in charge of Flame Demon City?

But then, Elder Mokan was ecstatic. Because he discovered that there were no death warriors around Lan Ling. The real Demon Ancestor level expert was actually him alone.

And he, Mokan, was a peak Demon Ancestor with ten Demon Ancestors around him. So, Lan Ling was completely courting death.

He was a complete lunatic.

"Lan Ling, there was a way to heaven, but you didn't take it. There was no gate to hell, but you just had to barge in." Elder Mokan said coldly, "Today, I will tear you into pieces and grind your bones to ashes. Hahaha!"

Then, he gathered all the Demonic Power in his bloodline and launched an energy attack at Lan Ling.

Boom … Boom … Boom …

At the same time, the ten Demon Ancestors around him seemed to have recovered from the numbness of the Hell Lightning.

"Kill him, kill him, blast him into pieces!" Elder Mokan roared.

Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish … Swish …

Under normal circumstances, even Lan Ling wouldn't be able to withstand the crazy attacks of eleven Demon Ancestors.

But now, his entire body was covered in Starry Sky Armor, which blocked most of the energy attacks.

Therefore, in the sky full of hellish lightning and the crazy attacks of more than ten Demon Sovereigns, Lan Ling approached Elder Mo Kan step by step as if she was taking a stroll in the garden.

Elder Mokan looked like he had seen a ghost!

What, what is going on?

Even a Demon Sage powerhouse can't withstand the crazy attacks of eleven Demon Ancestors. What is going on?

Soon, Lan Ling appeared one meter in front of Elder Mokan.

Elder Mokan's cultivation base was higher than Lan Ling's and he had countless experts protecting him, so he didn't want to run.

But now, his fear won over his dignity. He immediately gathered his energy and ran away from Lan Ling as fast as he could. He's a lunatic.

But …

Elder Mokan was shocked to find that he couldn't move his body.

Hell Condensing Curse!

Elder Mokan's cultivation base was higher than Lan Ling's. If it was before, Lan Ling might not have been able to use the Psychic Condensing Curse to freeze him.

But now, he was using the Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao's Hell Condensing Curse.

He directly used another very mysterious energy method to directly freeze the brain and spirit.

Now, Elder Mokan couldn't escape even if he had wings!

"Hehe …" Lan Ling laughed coldly. "Mokan, you'd better stay here and be my dog."

Having said that, Lan Ling pounced forward and bit Elder Mokan's neck, sucking and swallowing his blood crazily!



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