"The two of you should be able to escape. If you can, leave quickly!" Xuan Bing looked at Heavenly Being Xuanyuan and Zhongli Yunhai.
She knew the true identities of the two and knew that they must have powerful trump cards. If there was anyone among these people who could escape, it would be the two of them.
"I won't leave!" Zhongli Yunhai shook his head. "I, Zhongli Family, will never run away!"
"I won't leave either. There might be a chance." At this moment, Heavenly Being Xuanyuan's gaze landed on Zhao Yuande, revealing a faint look of anticipation.
"You …" Xuan Bing frowned when she saw their reaction. "This concerns the life and death of the entire Fortune Realm and the entire 99 worlds. Don't let your emotions affect your decisions!"
"I don't think things are that bad. Senior Brother Xuan Yi is much stronger than us. If he wants to leave, he has a better chance. Since he hasn't left, it means this matter isn't that serious." Heavenly Being Xuanyuan said.
"You … You're still counting on Xuan Yi? Have you gone mad? "Tai Ye couldn't help but mock.
"You don't know shit!" Heavenly Being Xuanyuan glanced at him with disdain. "But since you said a few words just now, I can't be bothered to argue with you."
"You brat, are you looking for a beating?" Tai Ye was furious when he heard Xuanyuan Yi's tone.
"Alright! We're about to die and you're still causing trouble. Aren't you afraid that the other party will look down on us humans? " Tai Qing said helplessly. His words meant that he was certain that they wouldn't be able to escape this time.
"Kill …"
A roar came from the mouth of the leader of the Fierce Fiends.
"Kill! Even if we die, we must die a worthy death! Even if we die, we can't let these demons harm the human race! " Duanmu Ji of the Star-Moon Divine Sect let out a roar and charged at the leader of the Fierce Demons.
"Kill! For the human race, for the Fortune Realm, for the 99 worlds! " At this moment, the humans knew that they might die after this battle. Their eyes were filled with a burning desire to fight.
Everyone who was sent here to carry out the mission was a genius of a sect or family. They were the hope of the human race.
Once they were fearless and wanted to die, their fighting strength would be many times stronger than before.
"Hmph! In front of me, all of you can do is howl in pain! " The white figure glanced at everyone on the battlefield, then turned to look at High Lord Floating Cloud. There was no emotion in his eyes. "You are the strongest among them. If I kill you, I believe these people will be defeated very quickly."
"Then come at me! Let me see how powerful the so-called Spirit Race is! "High Lord Floating Cloud's face was already filled with the will to die.
The blood in his body was boiling, and a raging Spirit Fire was burning in his Sea of Consciousness.
"Since you want to die, I'll grant you death!" The white figure pointed his finger in the air, and a grey-white light shot towards Floating Cloud High Lord.
The grayish-white light didn't seem very eye-catching, but it caused the surrounding space to distort constantly, and time became chaotic all of a sudden.
The small bronze cauldron in High Lord Floating Cloud's hand emitted a bright brilliance, illuminating the entire galaxy.
"Pu!"
A soft sound entered everyone's ears.
The grayish-white light ignored everything, directly penetrating the bright brilliance, and landed on Floating Cloud High Lord's body.
Half of Floating Cloud High Lord's body was instantly annihilated by the grayish-white light.
"Ah …" Floating Cloud High Lord let out a scream, and everything below his waist disappeared.
At this moment, he no longer had the strength to support the small bronze cauldron in his hand. His body trembled, and the light on the small cauldron gradually faded.
"What …" All the cultivators who were watching this scene showed despair and horror in their eyes.
Floating Cloud High Lord, who was incomparably powerful in their eyes, was defeated so easily, without any power to fight back.
What exactly was that grayish-white light? Why was it so powerful? Why did it have such a speed that surpassed time?
Zhao Yuande didn't even have time to save Floating Cloud High Lord at that moment. The grayish-white light was too fast, beyond his imagination.
However, he also discovered a fact. When the white figure shot out the grayish-white light, the speed of the whirlpool in his body suddenly slowed down. He clearly felt that the other party's body seemed to have lost at least 20% of its power.
He immediately understood that the other party's grayish-white light should be similar to when they burned their blood essence. It couldn't be used more than a few times.
The other party just wanted to use this terrifying method to intimidate them, to make them think that the other party couldn't contend against them, to make them lose confidence in fighting!
This was a powerful psychological attack. This Spirit Race wasn't as strong as they looked!
"Surrender! If you surrender to the Spirit Race, you still have a chance to live. Otherwise, you will all be annihilated, and you won't even have the chance to reincarnate! " The white figure's voice carried a trace of bewitchment, like a little bug that rushed into everyone's hearts, constantly scratching the most fragile part of their hearts.
"Damn Spirit Race! Your bewitchment is completely ineffective! Kill … "At this moment, an angry roar came from Floating Cloud High Lord's mouth.
The small bronze cauldron in his hand erupted with a terrifying aura. Floating Cloud High Lord seemed to have ignited the energy in the cauldron, wanting to use the cauldron's self-destruction to kill the Spirit Race.
"Since you're so stubborn, then die!" The white figure's voice was cold, and his finger pointed at Floating Cloud High Lord again.
However, at this moment, the entire void seemed to have quieted down.
A figure descended in front of the white figure, and a fist punched the white figure's finger.
This punch seemed to be played down, and it didn't contain any powerful force at all. It was like a fight between mortals.
"This … What … You're that person …" The white figure saw Zhao Yuande appear, saw the punch, and a trace of shock and fear appeared in his eyes.
He seemed to have seen this fist before, as if his fear had been ruled by this fist before.
However, before it could finish its sentence, the fist had already collided with its finger.
"Bang!"
The white figure's finger, palm, and even his entire arm exploded in an instant.
There was no blood spurting out from the exploded limbs, but a grayish-white fog suddenly drifted in the starry sky.
"Thank you, human!"
Just as this grayish-white fog drifted away, Zhao Yuande seemed to hear an illusory voice from the depths of his soul.
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