Then, Ye Wuque turned his eyes and looked down at the four six-winged feather gods of the spirit race below!

The four six-winged feather gods of the spirit race were already trembling at this time, with faces full of shock, anger and despair!

"Lord Yuan Yi is dead!!"

"Lord Yuan Yi has fallen!!"

"No!!"

...

Soon, the army of the spirit race discovered this cruel fact!

Lord Yuan Yi, the eight-winged feather god, was blown up!

No bones were left!

"That human race!!"

"It's that human race!"

And Ye Wuque, who did all this, was instantly recognized, and countless spirit race armies looked at him with infinite fear!

Bang bang bang!

Below, the four six-winged feather gods of the spirit race were also killed at this moment, and it was Zhang Zhongwen who shot!

The eight-winged feather god killed the six-winged feather god, which was really like crushing an ant.

Immediately, Zhang Zhongwen rushed to the sky and came to Meng Ruhai, who was still stunned!

"Old Meng, are you okay?"

Zhang Zhongwen asked, which woke Meng Ruhai up, but his face was still full of shock and disbelief!

"Master Ye! After coming out of the Supreme River, his strength has been completely transformed, which is beyond our imagination! Killing an Eight-Winged Feathered God like you is like killing a chicken!" Zhang Zhongwen said concisely.

Meng Ruhai's face flushed with excitement!

He realized the appearance of Master Ye. Such strength is definitely an invincible fighting force beyond the expectations of Shi Nie in the entire war!

"Quick!"

"Everyone join the big team!"

"Follow Master Ye and continue to kill!"

Meng Ruhai and Zhang Zhongwen commanded all the spirit army together!

Meng Ruhai's team, the army of hundreds of thousands has only tens of thousands left, almost all of them are covered in blood, but they are fearless and murderous, and they directly join Zhang Zhongwen's team.

And the remaining spirit army...

in front of Ye Wuque, they are really just a group of ants.

Boom!

Snap!

Accompanied by earth-shaking roars!

Millions of spirit tribe troops wailed and corpses were everywhere.

The strong smell of blood spread, dyeing the void of this area red!

Soon, this batch of spirit tribe troops were slaughtered.

Ye Wuque kept on marching, leading the army of the family that had grown several times stronger, and continued to rush forward in the rising momentum!

The eleventh war zone!

The twelfth station zone!

...

With the addition of Ye Wuque, it was simply a slaughter like a crushing withered rotten wood.

Whenever he encountered a new army of the spirit tribe, his first target was the eight-winged feather god of the spirit tribe!

As the saying goes, shoot the horse first when shooting a man, and capture the king first when capturing a thief!

Taking down the enemy's commander first is an unparalleled blow to the enemy's morale!

In just less than half an hour.

Ye Wuque had personally suppressed more than a dozen eight-winged feather gods!

All of them died without a complete corpse!

Similarly, the number of clan leaders rescued by Ye Wuque had also reached more than a dozen at this time.

The number of the clan army has reached millions!

The closer they get to the 16th War Zone, the more brutal and crazy the fighting becomes.

Boom!!

The void shook, and the dragon roared.

The thunder and fire dragon burned the void, and pounced on countless Eldar armies, showing destruction.

The 13th War Zone.

The fighting here is unprecedentedly brutal.

The entire 13th War Zone was flooded by the armies of both sides, and blood flowed like a Shura field.

At this time, the number of the eight-winged feather gods on the side of the Eldar has already occupied an absolute advantage!

It is no longer one-on-one, but at least three-to-one!

Three eight-winged feather gods on the side of the Eldar surrounded and killed an eight-winged feather god of the clan!

In this situation of fighting to the death, the eight-winged feather gods of the clan are destined to be slowly worn down.

"Dream come true!"

"Today is the day you die! Hahahaha!"

A ferocious shout sounded above the void.

This is an eight-winged feather god from the spirit race. It is covered in blood and looks seriously injured, but its eyes are fixed on the old back of the strong man who is surrounded!

The Dream Clan Leader!

The Dream Clan Leader looked extremely embarrassed at this time, covered in blood. His eyebrows were shining, and he was holding a long knife in his hand, but his face was pale!

With three to one, even though the Dream Clan Leader was a strong man among the eight-winged feather gods, and even his strength had improved, it was still too difficult!

But at this time, the Dream Clan Leader smiled coldly, still looking down.

"In this battle, maybe I will die, but I will randomly choose one of you to go on the road with me!"

"Hahahaha!"

The Dream Clan Leader was full of vigor and contempt.

After these words came out, the three eight-winged feather gods all changed color slightly, but then they all sneered again.

"Dream come true! Stop saying that! This battle is the ultimate battle! It's the final decisive battle!"

"Although you and I are both at the level of Eight-Winged Feathered God, we are still nothing in this decisive battle!"

"What if you die?"

"The important thing is that you... are destined to die!"

The three Eight-Winged Feathered Gods of the Spirit Clan were boiling with murderous intent!

"Then come on!"

"Let's see who dies first!!" The Dream Fulfilling Clan leader laughed loudly, and then his whole body seemed to be sublimated to the extreme. The imprint on his brow flashed, and the long sword in his hand once again burst out with fierce and unparalleled sword intent!

The bright sword light swept across the nine heavens!

The Dream Fulfilling Clan leader's eyes had already emerged with the determination to die!

He had decided to kill as many of the three eight-winged feather gods of the spirit race as possible, using up his last strength and shedding his last drop of blood!

"Kill!"

The three eight-winged feather gods of the spirit race burst out together, their divine power boiling, covering the sky and the sun!

The power to shatter the great void turned into all kinds of killing magical powers, spanning the sun and the moon, overwhelming and unstoppable!

The sword light of the Dream Fulfilling Clan leader was extremely strong!

He exchanged injuries for injuries, and split the brilliance of the magical power with a desperate attack, and fiercely chopped off an eight-winged feather god of the spirit race!

Puff!

The sword light was boiling, and the eight-winged feather god of the spirit race who was chopped screamed in pain and was chopped away!

The Dream Fulfilling Clan leader was struck by lightning, half of his body was shattered, he staggered backwards, and finally coughed up blood, his face pale.

He felt the emptiness and weakness in his body, and his strength was already slipping away.

"Dream Fulfilling!"

An eight-winged feathered god of the spirit race roared with a sense of torture, and smashed down fiercely with the purple-gold hammer in his hand, with surging divine power, and the void was shattered!

The Dream Fulfilling Clan leader knew that he was going to die!

But his eyes were fierce, and he was about to start self-destruction! !

"Die!!!"

Crack! !

At this critical moment!

The entire head of the eight-winged feathered god of the spirit race suddenly disappeared!

Its body froze in place!

Because its entire head had been completely slapped into its chest by a big hand!

Then it exploded with a bang!

The purple-gold hammer flew out horizontally, as if wailing!

The breathless Dream Fulfilling Clan leader was stunned!

His already somewhat blurred vision, through the thick blood mist and flying flesh, vaguely saw a tall and slender figure!

So close!

Seemed familiar.

The Dream Maker subconsciously shook his head to make his vision clear again. The next moment, he saw it clearly, and then his eyes widened, with a look of disbelief!

"Young Master Ye...?"

At this moment!

Ye Wuque stood in the void, his left hand holding a statue of the Eight-Winged Feathered God of the Spirit Clan, which were the two remaining opponents of the Dream Maker.

Crack!

The remaining two Eight-Winged Feathered Gods of the Spirit Clan were also crushed and died.

Facing the stunned and unbelievable Dream Maker, Ye Wuque showed a faint smile.

The Dream Maker also saw that behind Ye Wuque, there were dozens of familiar old faces, and his old comrades were also rushing over with excitement!

"Zhang Zhongwen, Meng Ruhai, Tie Kui, Gao Sheng... you, you... are all alive..." The Dream Leader was so excited that he was shaking all over, and couldn't help but burst into tears!

"Clan Leader Yuanmeng, you've worked hard."

Ye Wuque nodded to the Dream Leader, and then took a step forward, passing the Dream Leader and continued to charge forward.

"Young Master Ye! No! Lord Ye!" The Dream Leader turned around with difficulty, wanting to continue looking at Ye Wuque, but he couldn't do it at all. He had exhausted all his strength and could hardly stand at this moment.

"Brother Yuanmeng!"

"Brother!"

...

Fortunately, at this time, Zhang Zhongwen and dozens of other eight-winged feather gods had rushed over and quickly supported the Dream Leader.

"I, I'm not dreaming, am I? Lord Ye, he, he..." The Dream Leader was still in disbelief!

"Brother Yuanmeng! You are not dreaming! Lord Ye not only saved you, but all of us were saved by Lord Ye!"

"In the main battlefield, Ye Wuque is now invincible!" Zhang Zhongwen spoke excitedly.

The pale face of the Yuanmeng clan leader suddenly regained a touch of rosy!

"Okay, okay!"

He was incoherent, full of endless gratitude to Ye Wuque!

Ye Wuque continued to kill forward. At this time, he could naturally sense the situation of the Yuanmeng clan leader, but he did not look back, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

You saved me yesterday!

Today I will save you!

It should be so!

Because, this is... comrade-in-arms!

The bright eyes looked forward and became cold again!

Ye Wuque's murderous intent rose in his heart, and he knew that it was far from time for him to stop!

Another step forward!

Across the endless distance.

In front, the earth-shaking sound of fighting spread, cruel and bloody.

Ye Wuque's hair was rippling, like a bloody war god on patrol, his eyes were sharp, like the light of heaven, illuminating the whole universe!

"Kill!!"