"Arrogant!"
A group of top-tier Onmyoji from Japan, wearing pointed hats and holding black and white folding fans, led by an old man with a rat-like face and bloodthirsty red pupils.
Several elders of the Jiuju sect, who had been in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests for decades, stood up indignantly.
These ancient beings are all terrifyingly powerful and unfathomable, exuding an overwhelming aura of evil.
Moreover, evil magic arrays were set up around the town in advance, in an attempt to destroy the monument to the nameless heroes.
Wisps of eerie black mist, like spider webs, spread across the entire stone tablet.
In turn, they devour these heroic souls to enhance their own cultivation.
For these heretical cultivators, the spirits of heroes are also a great tonic.
Now, their goal is no longer simply to rescue their own people.
Instead, they set their sights on these heroic souls.
In addition, a group of sorcerers from the Elephant Kingdom set out, each covered in strange black runes and chanting evil spells.
Each one was more sinister than the last.
"A bunch of smashed things."
"You dare to touch the monument to the fallen heroes? You're not worthy!"
Buzz—
As if sensing something, the Monument to the Nameless Heroes suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, illuminating the surrounding mountains and rivers, and easily destroying the evil magic array.
The Japanese Onmyoji and several elders of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction suffered a backlash, coughing up blood and staggering backward, staring intently at the Heroes' Monument with expressions of astonishment.
Ye Feng swung the massive iron hammer, as large as a small mountain, and smashed it fiercely towards the group of evil thugs.
With overwhelming force, the weasel-faced Japanese Onmyoji was hammered to death on the spot, and a large cloud of blood mist exploded out.
clang!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the iron hammer, blocking Ye Feng's path.
"hehe……"
At that moment, a cold and arrogant voice came over.
"You ants of the Great Xia Dynasty, how arrogant you are!"
The numerous martial artists watching from behind surged to the sides, clearing a passage in the middle.
Martial artists were constantly whispering among themselves.
"The Americans have finally shown up."
"The United States has a far more profound foundation than it appears to outsiders."
"They have the backing of the divine realm and the lizardmen, otherwise how could they dare to make such arrogant claims and dominate the earth?"
A large group of experts arrived, their killing intent palpable.
The leader, a tall, thin man in black armor, was none other than Lauki from the American God Realm. He wore a black shawl, had a sinister gaze, and a cold, arrogant expression.
With his chin held high, he exuded an air of arrogance.
He held a sickle-shaped magical artifact, with streaks of lightning crackling around it, resembling small silver snakes.
His cultivation was unfathomable, and the terrifying aura of lightning made it difficult for everyone to breathe.
As expected of someone from the American divine realm, she became the focus of everyone's attention the moment she appeared.
The newly appointed U.S. Foreign Secretary Alex followed closely behind.
"Houghton!"
Alex immediately spotted the bloodied man kneeling on the ground; it was none other than his own kinsman, Horton.
I almost didn't recognize it if I didn't look closely.
Hearing the familiar voice, Horton wiped the blood from his face, turned around with difficulty, and wailed.
"Brother, save me..."
Both of them belonged to the Child family. Alex was a year older than Houghton, and the two were cousins who had been very close since childhood.
"Ye Feng, release my brother right now, or I'll massacre the entire town today."
Alex's face was grim, and his eyes were filled with resentment.
"Horton, don't worry, I will definitely bring you home. Anyone who dares to harm the Childe family will go to hell."
Beside him stood Gabriel, the lizardman, whose cold, diamond-shaped vertical pupils emitted a venomous glint.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's do it."
Alex looked at Lauki with a questioning gaze, clearly waiting for him to give orders.
As a deity from the American pantheon, he holds an extremely high position in the hearts of Alex and others.
Lauki held his chin high, yawned listlessly, and walked towards Ye Feng, saying contemptuously.
"My time is limited. I'll kill this ant for you, and you can deal with the rest yourselves."
Alex quickly and respectfully replied.
"Thank you, Lord Lauky."
"However, don't crush him to death all at once, just crush him half to death, I want to torture him slowly."
He glanced at Ye Feng with a cold, indifferent look.
"Hmph, you mere ant, it's an honor for you to die by my hand."
Lauki scoffed disdainfully, the scythe magic weapon in his hand shining brightly, with dazzling lightning, like wildly dancing silver snakes, full of terrifying power, about to slash at Ye Feng.
It looked like an earth-shattering battle was about to erupt between the two sides.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind the crowd.
"Wait a minute."
Then, a strange smell drifted over on the cold wind.
"It stinks."
"What's that smell? It's so stinky."
"It also has a strong, unpleasant smell."
Everyone frowned and covered their noses, looking in the direction from which the smell was coming.
"It's an old weasel."
Dongfang Sheng's face lit up with joy. Judging from the voice and the smell, he knew it must be that old fellow.
"It's still alive."
Qin Ming and the others were also very pleased.
In the crowd.
Then an old weasel walked over with its hands behind its back, looking quite dignified. Its white beard almost reached the ground, giving it a somewhat otherworldly air.
Many of the enemy warriors present had previously experienced the old weasel's power, and upon seeing this, they all retreated.
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