Countless severed limbs and debris flew around him.
It's clear that Zhao Hao is venting his anger. He was just so embarrassed and humiliated that he had nowhere to vent his frustration.
Looking for Hugh? Although Hugh was dishonest, he ultimately saved himself using this method.
Looking for bystanders? They didn't say anything, nor did they laugh, so there was really no reason for them to take action.
After feeling frustrated for half a day, Zhao Hao finally had an outlet for his frustration when he saw tens of thousands of demon slaves.
Relying on the powerful strength of the Duck King's transformation, he didn't need to stay on the roof like the others and could take the initiative to attack.
Under the powerful offensive of the crowd, the demon slaves were actually forced to retreat one after another, and at several times, the courtyard was even in a vacuum.
But victory is merely a facade; the decline lies hidden beneath.
Half an hour later, everyone's spiritual energy was almost depleted, and the entire courtyard had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
No one could remember how many demon slaves they had killed—was it ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Or eighty thousand?
Even after killing so many demon slaves, the number of demon slaves that followed was still endless, so numerous that it was despairing.
Even the previously invincible Zhao Hao could not withstand it.
A flash of white light, and Zhao Hao was back to his previous loser appearance, as a group of demonic slaves roared and pounced on him.
Zhao Hao was terrified and unleashed his ultimate move again: "Brother Xiu, save me!"
Whoosh!
A strand of silver hair fell from the sky, wrapped around his waist, and pulled him onto the roof.
After doing all this, Fang Xiu silently withdrew his silver hair. At this moment, his silver hair was no longer as shiny as before. It was covered with bloodstains, the silver color had turned blood red, and there were many chunks of flesh on it. It drooped down.
"Team Leader, do we still have a future?" A Spirit Master, looking exhausted and with despair in his eyes, couldn't help but ask.
At this moment, the blood moon hung high, and more than a dozen spirit masters covered in blood stood guard on the rooftop, their shadows stretched long by the bloody light.
Beneath their feet lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as an endless army of monstrous slaves.
Despair washed over everyone's hearts like a tidal wave.
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