The roar of the fat senior ghost lord was like a blood-crying cuckoo, resounding between the deadly world!

"The second legendary pseudo-god in the southern battlefield is obviously only that 'Tian Lang', he is too busy now!"

"No! This guy is not Tian Lang at all!"

"He is not any of the known second legendary pseudo-gods in Yiheyu!!"

"Who is he?"

"Who on earth is he?"

"Where did he come from?"

The fat senior ghost lord's head was about to split apart at this time, full of shock and trembling, and incoherent!

"Yiheyu, has a new second legendary pseudo-god been born?" At this moment, in another direction, the senior ghost lord who was like a spear also let out a trembling roar of fear, staring at Ye Wuque!

Not only them.

The two senior war lords in Yiheyu, who were covered in blood, were also full of astonishment and disbelief at this time, but they were followed by incomparable surprise and excitement.

Especially when they saw the big sword with fluttering sleeves, like a divine soldier, their faces were flushed with excitement!

"Master Blade!"

The sharp blade came like a storm, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

"All the gods of Yiheyu, listen to my order, defend and fight. With Brother Ye and I here, you will not be in any danger."

"Kill all these Nine Nether bastards!"

The roar of the sharp blade was like thunder, echoing clearly in the ears of every god of Yiheyu.

"Kill!"

"Hahahaha!! Master Blade is here! That Master Ye standing above the nine heavens is a second-level legendary pseudo-god!"

"The same second-level legendary pseudo-god as Master Tianlang!"

"The strength of the Nine Nether bastards has been suppressed by 30%!"

"There is always a way out!"

"Kill them all!"

...

For a moment, the gods of Yiheyu felt as happy as if they had returned to heaven from hell. The

fighting spirit was boiling!

Forge ahead!

One by one, without any hesitation, they rushed to kill the Nine Nether gods who were already in a state of confusion.

At the level of gods, even a 10% difference in combat power is fatal, not to mention a 30% difference in combat power, which is simply a one-sided killing.

Above the Nine Heavens.

Ye Wuque looked down at the entire battlefield, his eyes flickering slightly.

Seeing the Iheyu gods who were originally in a desperate situation, now they were like chicken blood, killing the enemy without fear, no one hesitated or was afraid, but was extremely excited, and the killing intent was boiling.

Ye Wuque realized something.

"The significance and power of the 'strategic-level' legendary pseudo-god on a large-scale battlefield are even more incredible than I imagined!"

It's like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea!

On the battlefield below, the situation instantly turned to the side of Iheyu.

The 500,000 Nine Nether gods, who were originally surrounded and killed, now turned into a reunion!

Under the cover of the world projection, the strong suppression of 30% of the combat power allowed each of the Iheyu gods to fight one against three, and they were unparalleled in their bravery.

In addition, with the addition of a "unparalleled false god" like Li Jian, the scene was simply...

Li Jian put his five fingers together and turned them into palm knives, which shone with a cold silver light, cutting through the void, forming two silver blades that were each ten thousand feet in size!

Puff! Tear!

The silver blades slashed the void, and countless Nine Nether Gods were cut off in the middle wherever they passed, bleeding and screaming.

In an instant, hundreds of Nine Nether Gods died in the hands of Li Jian!

The tyranny of the unparalleled false god, when placed here, is completely a dimensionality reduction attack.

At the same time!

Swish! Swish!

On the battlefield, those gods who were already seriously injured and in danger in the battle, and were not suitable to fight again, disappeared one by one in a very abrupt way.

In a void outside the battlefield, they appeared collectively again and temporarily left the battlefield.

These One-Handed Universe Gods were stunned at first, and then they all showed a smile of sudden realization and joy.

"Move!"

"That Lord Ye moved us out directly! To protect our safety!"

"It's so cool! This feeling is so cool!"

"I never thought that one day, my Eighth Legion would also be able to enjoy the care of a 'strategic-level' existence! So exciting!"

"Lord Ye is invincible!"

...

Nearly 10,000 One-Handed Universe Gods here, one by one, have been injured, and their injuries are very serious, but at this moment, they are all in high spirits and extremely excited.

Among them, the high-level war master who had one arm bitten off is also among them.

At this time, this high-level war master directly said loudly: "Hurry! Take the time to heal! In case Lord Ye and Lord Li Jian need us to fight again!"

On the battlefield.

There are fewer One-Handed Universe Gods, but the Nine Nether Gods have fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

Broken limbs and arms spread red in all directions.

The dripping black blood rendered this place like hell.

Within the range of the "world projection" of the second legendary false god, the enemy was brought boundless despair.

One by one, the Nine Nether Gods were killed by force, and they couldn't even escape.

Ye Wuque, who was above the Nine Heavens, turned his eyes at this moment, and suddenly stared at a place below. His eyes instantly became cold, and he took a step forward.

When he appeared again!

He came to the front of the fat senior ghost master.

The fat senior ghost master was suddenly struck by lightning, and the fat on his pale face was twisted!

"Who are you?"

"There is no second-level legendary pseudo-god like you in Yiheyu!"

The fat senior ghost shrieked at the top of his lungs, and his fat body trembled.

Ye Wuque walked slowly and said coldly: "Do you like to eat flesh and blood?"

The fat senior ghost trembled, and his heart was filled with fear.

But Ye Wuque disappeared immediately.

Puff! !

"Ah ah!!!"

A shrill and painful howl sounded!

One of the arms of the fat senior ghost was torn off.

At this moment.

A hand directly pressed the back of the fat senior ghost's head, and Ye Wuque's figure appeared again!

He held the bloody arm, and under the terrified and desperate eyes of the fat senior ghost, he stuffed the arm directly into its mouth!

"Then let you eat it to your heart's content!"

"Woo woo woo! No...no...ah ah..." The fat senior ghost tried desperately to resist, but its huge strength was like a child in front of Ye Wuque, not to mention that the back of its head was pressed!

The whole bloody arm was stuffed in by Ye Wuque.

Then the other arm!

The left leg!

The right leg!

Finally, the fat senior ghost lord, with a violent tremor, was completely motionless!

It was dead!

Its eyes were wide open, and its face was full of fear and despair.

It was stuffed to death by its own flesh and blood.

It died miserably.

Shaking off the blood on his hands, Ye Wuque had no expression on his face.

At this moment.

In the entire battlefield, more than half of the 500,000 Nine Nether Gods had been killed!

Of course, the credit of the sharp blade was among them. He alone was equivalent to an entire legion, which was completely like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

"Master Ye!"

"Master sharp blade!"

At this time, the remaining Yiheyu senior war lord suddenly roared loudly, his tone extremely urgent.

"Our legion commander, before, he led away three Nine Nether Lords alone! To the direction of the 'Black Hole of Disaster'!"

"Please, two lords, save the legion commander!!"

The voice of the senior war lord was filled with deep pleading.

Li Jian and Ye Wuque naturally heard it first.

Li Jian immediately looked at Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque responded directly.

"Don't worry."

He looked in the direction of the "Black Hole of Disaster", closed his eyes and began to sense, and the world projection expanded rapidly.

"Not too far."

"Found it."

Ye Wuque opened his eyes, and he easily estimated that the Black Hole of Disaster was also within the coverage of his world projection.

Even if he left here temporarily, it would not affect the suppression here.

Swish!

The next moment, Ye Wuque's figure disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared in a void again, the surroundings had become quiet.

In front of him, countless "black holes" were intertwined in the starry sky, full of visual impact, it was the "Black Hole of Disaster".

Covered by the world projection!

For Ye Wuque, it was really an instant arrival.

Looking at a place within the range of the Black Hole of Disaster.

Ye Wuque immediately saw four figures fighting.

To be precise!

It was three against one.

The one who was surrounded and attacked in the center and was already covered in blood, and in danger was none other than the commander of the Eighth Legion, the god of war “Shifang Hou”!