Volume 2, Chapter 91 We won.

The battle took place in the sky above the west city of Zhulu.

The battle reached the outskirts of Zhulu City.

Soon, a crystal clear pill appeared in Ye Tingmu's hand.

This was the second time he had taken this pill today.

Chao Xiao was breathing heavily.

The exposed muscles were covered with bloodstains.

He asked, 'Are you okay?'

Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes.

His lips trembled slightly.

He replied weakly: "A man should not say he is not capable."

After a moment, he asked again, "Would you like one?"

Chao Xiao shook his head, and the blood on his hair fell, with some drops landing on Ye Tingmu's face.

"I just ate."

And in front of the two of them.

The deep blue ocean lowered its eyes.

The blue robe was torn at some point, revealing the white hair on the thighs.

Her lips had long lost their former redness and were now somewhat purple.

She looked at Ye Tingmu and Chao Xiao with a serious look.

Beside her stood three saints.

One of them had a big hole in his chest.

Blood was gushing out at this moment.

Without exception, all four of them suffered serious injuries.

After half a day of fighting.

Even late at night.

There are no stars.

It was pitch dark.

But saints are different from ordinary people.

Even in the dark, everything looks clear.

The deep blue chest of the ocean rises and falls.

Of the sixteen saints, only four remain.

Canghai Feng was hunted down by three members of the Blood God Cult.

The end of what awaits me is probably death.

But even if there are four of them.

Now facing the two young men in front of me.

But still unable to escape.

Ever since Chao Xiao joined the battlefield.

The entire battle situation changed.

The hunter became the hunted.

The original prey became the hunters, hunting them frantically.

And the fight will not stop until one dies.

The deep blue sea murmured.

"Young man, let's stop here."

"Heh...I said that the Saint of Canghai must die today..."

Ye Tingmu's cold voice sounded.

Although it sounds weak, it is also very cold.

Canghai Shenlan said, "Your spiritual energy has almost been depleted. If we continue fighting, the outcome is still uncertain."

Ye Tingmu shrugged and shook off the blood on the sword blade.

"Three against one, isn't the outcome obvious?"

A saint beside Canghai Shenlan said, "It's clearly four against three, how can it be three against one?"

Ye Tingmu grinned.

"Except for this sister, the three of you are also worthy."

There was anger in the eyes of the three men, but they couldn't utter a single word.

It is indeed as Ye Tingmu said, if it weren’t for the deep blue ocean.

They must have died long ago.

Also a saint.

In the eyes of the two, Cang Hai Shen Lan is a strong rival.

But in the eyes of the two, they were nothing.

He is capable of defeating all three of them alone.

"It seems, young man, today we must fight to the death."

Ye Tingmu waved his hand.

"No, no, no, it's you who will die. We won't die anyway."

After saying that, he shouted into the darkness.

"Shou, go ahead."

"roar.........."

In the dark night.

The roar of animals comes first.

Then a dark shadow appeared.

It was accompanied by a wind blade.

He also rushed towards Xiao.

Shadows of dragons appeared around him.

Don't underestimate this dragon.

The existence of this dragon shadow can suppress Canghai's bloodline.

This is also the important reason why Canghai was defeated so quickly.

The four saw that Ye Tingmu and others were murderous.

He did not dare to be careless and responded quickly.

At this time, Ye Tingmu had recovered some of his strength.

The thunder was unsheathed again.

The earth and rocks collapsed inch by inch.

The earth shook violently.

Now fighting on the ground.

The combat style is more direct.

The collision of flesh.

The clash of magical weapons.

It rings from time to time.

The torn blood melts into the earth.

Ye Tingmu's thousands of thunders killed another saint.

The energy is exhausted at this moment.

Since he was unable to release his magic, he naturally couldn't mobilize his true energy.

He can only fight against the opponent with physical strength like Dahei.

But even so.

It still has the upper hand.

Because the saint of Canghai was also exhausted.

What the two sides are competing for now is strength and perseverance.

However, in Ye Tingmu's view, victory had already been secured in advance.

The deep blue ocean understands this too.

But she was powerless to change it.

Watching the three companions beside him fall one by one.

The despair in her eyes grew stronger.

Ye Tingmu looked at her with a sinister look on his lips.

"Next, it's your turn."

People far away on Zufeng.

Looking forward to it.

Looking at the sky, Zhulu is outside the city.

The occasional flashes of lightning made me feel nervous.

They are praying, praying for victory.

I also pray that the boy can return safely.

I don’t know how long it took.

The current seemed to have been off for a while.

The roar also stopped.

There was no more whistling mournful wind.

Jinghong's face looked solemn.

He anxiously asked his second brother beside him.

"Second brother, why is there no movement?"

Feng He didn't answer, but his eyes were full of worry.

If it weren’t for my younger brothers and sisters being here.

My eldest brother had specifically reminded me of this before.

Otherwise he would have rushed out long ago.

Qingfeng also played with the chubby little hands.

Panic and worry also appeared in his eyes.

Dahei moved his mouth and said calmly, "It's okay, your brother won the fight."

It could sense the initial sixteen auras belonging to Saint Canghai.

They have all disappeared.

Listen to it say this.

Everyone's expressions became excited.

Jinghong even shouted louder.

"Great, my brother won."

The people around heard this.

They all reflected on it.

Did you win?

They won.

If such a result still happened at noon of the 100th day, they would not even dare to think about it.

But now we have won in real terms.

They did win.

Because the enemy has retreated outside the city.

To be precise, they had already won at dusk.

Chao Feng's taut string relaxed and he slumped to the ground.

The Chao clan members and soldiers cheered.

"We won, we won!"

They shouted, cheered, and slowly turned into roars.

The joy of victory once again spread throughout Zhulu City.

In the dark Zhulu City, someone lit the first candle.

Then there were two, three...ten thousand lamps, until they were densely packed into one.

Stars dotted around.

Only until the sky turns slightly yellow.

This process didn't take long.

Chu Ge sat upright on the ground, still holding the spear in his hand.

His breath was extremely weak.

It seemed as if he would close his eyes completely at any moment.

He looked up.

Before my eyes were the three cities that were competing for the throne, lit up with dazzling lights.

There are endless cheers and shouts in my ears, which are as loud as the sky.

The corners of his bloody mouth lifted slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

At this moment, there was a look of relief in his eyes.

He was so tired, he knew he needed to rest.

He slowly lowered his eyes.

His head also lowered at this time.

But he always maintained the posture before death.

He still held the spear in his hand.

His Dantian had long been shattered.

He should have died long ago.

But he managed to hold on until now with just one breath.