The catfish-like demon general saw Lin Dong and the others coming out and continued to laugh:
"These humans really should be taught what to mess with and what not to mess with. But it doesn't matter, they'll be in my stomach soon!"
Looking at Lu Qian, he revealed a greedy look: "Just right, I like human women the most, with delicate skin and tender flesh, they are delicious!"
Lu Qian took out a white bow and arrow with a cold look, pulled it open, and aimed it at the catfish demon general.
The catfish demon general had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation until a superior god rose warrior appeared behind her, waved its branches, and gave Lu Qian a series of blessings.
The catfish demon's expression suddenly changed, "Damn it!"
The whole body exploded backwards.
He now feels the oppression, the oppression of death!
Even if he retreated, Lu Qian's divine power would still lock onto him—and the other demons!
He was terrified. "Wait, wait, I was just joking. You can—"
call out!
A flash of white light.
In an instant, the catfish demon general was pierced, and the arrow shot out from his body, turning into two arrows, piercing the two demon soldiers closest to the demon general, and then dispersed into four arrows, piercing the surrounding demon soldiers.
If this arrow pierces the magic crystal and shatters it, you will surely die!
The demon soldiers were frightened and fled in panic.
But arrows flew out one after another and were shot out, killing as many as there were.
Moreover, they completely locked onto the demons, while the Phantom Bears who were being escorted by the demons were not hurt at all.
The situation reversed in an instant, and those weak gods who were already in despair were ecstatic.
"Hurry up and leave!"
As Lu Qian spoke, Morning Glory translated it into the languages of various races. Those weak gods immediately returned to the spaceship and fled from here. They would tell other races not to come here at all, as the entire angel race had gone crazy!
"Huh? Humans! How dare you kill these demons!?"
The upper gods of the Hundred-Eyed Clan do not feel sad about the death of the demons, but they have come together to do something big. Once this is done, a new God-King will be born from the Angel Clan and the Hundred-Eyed Clan, so things here can only succeed, not fail!
As he shouted, light flashed in his eyes. His fellow tribesmen who were proficient in eye language instantly understood what he meant: attack suddenly and kill them all with one blow!
They aimed their hundreds of eyes at Lu Qian, Lin Dong and other members of the Heavenly God Group, releasing the power of their pupils.
The Hundred-Eyed Clan can occupy a place among the gods because they have integrated the rules into the hundred eyes on their bodies, and released them through the power of their pupils, which is extremely strange and changeable, making it difficult to guard against.
However, before they could see the many members of the Celestial Corps, they were protected by their plant companions.
A swaying green bamboo appeared in front of Lin Dong. Its leaves were like flying knives, blinding the eyes of the Hundred Eyes.
Lin Dong stretched out his hand and a long river of flames enveloped the group of Baimu people. In just a few breaths, they were burned to ashes!
As for the tribes and spaceships they controlled, they had already been snatched away by the members of the Celestial God Group and the plant warriors. After being sent onto the spaceships, they were all told to return.
After that, they began to kill the angels.
"Don't take the credit from us!"
Mandragora called out. He hadn't shown up in front of his master for a long time. If he didn't show up, what would he be to those billions of plant warriors?
If he could connect with the sacred tree of all realms, his path to becoming the God King would be a sure thing!
You must achieve something, you must establish a career!
Mandragora burst out with parasitic seeds one after another, shouting loudly: "Don't kill them, don't kill them all, these angels have been infected by my parasitic seeds and will definitely not be able to get rid of them. They are just perfect for us to use as internal support!"
Bougainvillea, who was a step slower, vomited to death. This old bastard must have been a god once. He was too sinister and too good at robbing!
As expected, the angels who were infected by the parasitic species of Datura had dull eyes and wooden expressions. They hated them just now, but soon they began to smile flatteringly and knelt down in front of the Datura, calling it master.
In a short period of time, there was no trace of parasitism at all. Apart from the drastic change in attitude, there was no other abnormality. Their memory was also retained.
Mandragora boasted to Bougainvillea proudly, "My parasitic species have undergone numerous transformations, and are now capable of invisible parasitism. Those being parasitized are completely unaware of their presence, retaining their consciousness and strength, yet they will completely obey my orders. Even if I ask them to assassinate their God King, they won't hesitate!"
The bougainvillea shook its leaves and said, "Why go through so much trouble? Just push forward."
Mandragora spoke earnestly, leaning his branch against the bougainvillea tree, and said in a friendly manner, "You don't understand this, do you? Our master's ability is such that he can crush it, not to mention sweeping it away."
"But, let's just say but, isn't this too rough? We need to be a little artistic."
"For example, who brought these three tribes together? The Angels and the Hundred Eyes are relatively okay, having long been in cahoots with each other. But the Demons and the Gods are completely incompatible. How could they possibly cooperate?"
"Where are they planning to take these low-level gods? What are they planning to do? What's their conspiracy?"
"Also, where is their little stash of money? Do these angels usually need sex? Can they have children? Aren't you curious?"
Bougainvillea thought about it and was indeed a little curious.
"You have a point, but what do they want to do?"
Mandala said: "Why don't you ask them?"
In reality, he said, "Hmm, hmm, the parasitic species I infested on these angels are no ordinary creatures. Once they reach their lair, they'll self-destruct... hmm, hmm, isn't all the credit for breaking the sky mine?"
"Your being a god is far inferior to my being a god. Far, far inferior. Learn from me!"
Just as he was thinking happily, something tapped the leaves. He turned around impatiently and found a ginkgo leaf hanging down.
"We'll share half of the credit when we meet!"
And a golden ribbon hung down:
"I only want two!"
Another bowl-sized honeysuckle flower floated over: "I want one too!"
Finally, the old peach tree happily transmitted, "What are you talking about? You look so happy. Oh, Mandragora wants to infiltrate these parasites into the enemy's interior? It's a good idea, but it lacks the idea and refinement. Let me plan it out."
Mandala: “…”
How could I forget about these bastards!
In the distance, the Lord of White Bear Mountain who was watching this place was once again amazed. He had already confirmed that these were the humans on the base. But seriously, in just ten years, they grew from psychics to upper gods. This kind of growth speed, if told to others, who would not call it a miracle!
It's not just about growing fast, but the strength is also overwhelming!
Are these humans really that powerful?
Just as he was thinking about it, the Jiao clan envoy straightened his clothes and ordered:
"Request to be connected to their line."
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