Chapter 886
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Looking at Long Bufan, who was surrounded by wisps of black baleful aura, Jiang Yu and the other two were stunned. Soon after, Mo Yun said in a low voice, "Long Bufan, the strength of the Northern Continent's sects is tyrannical. If we start a war with them here, I'm afraid it will be disadvantageous for us."
Although Mo Yun was extremely resentful towards these people from the Northern Continent's sects, he also understood that the other party's strength was indeed many times stronger than theirs. If they really clashed with those people here, the four of them might be the ones to suffer.
Of course, Mo Yun believed that with his strength at the fourth level of the Divine Sea, he would not be weaker than the majority of the people from the Northern Continent's sects. However, the other party did not only have one fourth level Divine Sea practitioner. Most importantly, they also had two fifth level Divine Sea practitioners and Mo Ming, whose strength had reached the sixth level of the Divine Sea.
With just these three people, even if the four of them joined forces, it would be difficult to contend against them.
Therefore, facing the tyrannical power of the Northern Continent's sects, Mo Yun weighed the pros and cons in his heart and felt that there was no way to contend against them. Therefore, he could only persuade Long Bufan to swallow his anger.
"Brother Mo, I naturally understand what you mean. However, it is not me who is provoking them, but them who is provoking me. In this Hundred Sect Battlefield, it is good to endure for a while, but if you endure for too long, I'm afraid there will be endless trouble and people will think that you are a coward who is easy to bully."
Long Bufan's expression was calm as he coldly said. A fierce glint flashed across his blood-red eyes. His principle and bottom line had always been that if others did not offend him, he would not offend them. However, since Mo Ming and the others from the Northern Continent's sects had taken the initiative to come to him, no matter how much he endured, it would not solve the problem. Even if he knew that this might be a tough battle, he had to fight back!
Because these fellows really made him feel very disgusted!
"Just now, if he had not killed Teng Lei, the three of you would have already joined our camp. However, I can still give the three of you one last chance. Kill Long Bufan and I will spare your lives. How about it?"
Mo Ming's cold eyes stared at Hei Yan, Mo Yun and Jiang Yu as he slowly said. His tone was like a cat toying with a mouse. He was extremely confident in his forces. Long Bufan and the other three could only dream of escaping.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people of the North Continent's sects also spread out in the air with great tacit understanding, cutting off all the escape routes that Long Bufan and the others could have.
"Cut the crap. If you want to fight, let's fight!" Hei Yan angrily snorted, his eyes flashing with a burning desire to fight. The Yuan in his body frantically revolved, the muscles on his arms suddenly bulging with hideous veins. Soon after, the black metal rod in his hand suddenly swept through the air, the powerful force causing the space where the metal rod passed to faintly vibrate.
Jiang Yu's expression was cold and indifferent. He did not speak, but used his actions to express the meaning in his heart. Light surged in front of his body as the Blood Fiend Puppet appeared in a flash. A ruthless aura instantly swept forth, the frightening and thick smell of blood caused the expressions of Mo Ming and the rest to slightly change.
Glancing at the numerous enemies, Jiang Yu's expression turned serious. His Spiritual Sense once again sunk into his storage bag. Yellow light flashed, and he actually summoned three Symbol Puppets.
One was a giant pitch-black spider, one was a skeleton puppet and the last one was a malevolent looking giant crocodile.
"The choice of the two of you has greatly disappointed me. Since that is the case …" Mo Ming's eyes slightly narrowed. Soon after, his voice abruptly turned sinister. His palm suddenly waved downwards, filled with cold killing intent as he coldly said: "Attack, kill him!"
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