Ye Wuque immediately realized that these spirit creatures were nothing more than cannon fodder, and had no right to know the real plan.

Amid the blood mist, Ye Wuque stood like a demon god, his eyes becoming extremely fascinating.

"The big plan must have been patched up. The Tianling Clan must have discovered something, so they rushed into the main battlefield regardless of everything, and it should be a collective penetration!" Ye Wuque analyzed very quickly.

Shi Nie's heart core!

A trace of the original power of the Tianling ancestor! A

battle of luck!

Ye Wuque's mind flashed through these messages, and he seemed to have guessed something vaguely.

"Shi Nie's party expected that after knowing their plan, the Tianling Clan would give up everything and rush to a certain place in the main battlefield, so they let many cannon fodder guard all the exits of the 18 battle zones, and then surrounded them layer by layer, slowly nibbling from the outside to the inside, just like catching a turtle in a jar."

"The Tianling Clan would not be unaware of this, but they still rushed in. There must be some crucial reason, even if they were imprisoned! This should also be the conspiracy of Shi Nie's party!"

"Then the two sides must have been fighting madly in that part of the main battlefield now!"

"But, it should still be in time!"

Although the soul search just now did not find any key information, it let Ye Wuque know that these spirit creatures had only arrived and guarded six days ago.

In other words, this killing situation has been formed for no more than six days. If both sides are out in full force, even if the Tianling Clan falls into a disadvantage, they will definitely be able to hold on!

With this in mind, Ye Wuque looked at the smoke-filled and riddled battle zone in front of him.

"So, now, if nothing unexpected happens, I will be the only one outside the encirclement of Shi Nie's side?"

Immediately, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a cold arc, and then he closed his eyes, and the power of his mind's perception spread rapidly in all directions like mercury pouring down.

He wanted to find the breath of the spirit creatures as soon as possible and determine their position!

After about ten breaths, Ye Wuque's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened and looked towards the northwest.

"Found it! The eighth war zone!"

The next moment, Ye Wuque's figure disappeared from the original place again.

Wherever the power of perception reaches, that is where he can reach instantly.

The eighth war zone.

Here, it seems to be dead silent.

But in the void, there are many corpses, falling here bloody, both from the family and the five hundred spirits. There

are ruins everywhere, full of holes, obviously having experienced a bloody battle not long ago.

But if you look closely, you will find that in the central area of ​​the eighth war zone, there is a team belonging to Shi Nie's side.

There were about several thousand figures, but unlike the cannon fodder before, this team was undoubtedly much more elite. There were

thousands of spirit creatures, ninety-nine percent of them were at the level of Qian God, and the rest were about a dozen... Two-winged Feather Gods!

This was a team led by a Feather God, stationed here, and obviously received some kind of order.

"Humph! This time, we must kill all the clansmen in one battle! Kill all the clansmen! No one will be left alive!" A Two-winged Feather God said coldly.

"My five hundred spirits have come out in full force, and the great imperial clan has also used all its strength, just to end it completely!"

"Killing all the clansmen is just the first step! The ultimate goal is to destroy the damn Tianling clan!"

...

Dozens of Two-winged Feather Gods communicated with each other, looking at a certain direction ahead, which seemed to be a deeper war zone, with cold expressions and a sneer of determination.

In the hands of one of the Two-winged Feather Gods, it seemed that he was dragging a strangely shaped hexagonal compass.

The hexagonal compass gave off a faint strange glow.

A two-winged feather god looked back at the surrounding Qianshen army, and while doing a routine inspection, he sneered and continued: "This time the higher-ups are very confident. Teams like ours have been distributed in all the war zones, and all the clans have been blocked layer by layer. The next step is to slowly erode! Like boiling a frog in warm water, hey! It won't be long before the clans will cry out to the sky and the earth, and no one will come to rescue them. What's more, no matter who it is, there is no way to penetrate the layers of encirclement and kill there... huh??" The two-winged feather god who spoke suddenly turned his

calm voice into a hint of astonishment! Because at this moment, in a certain place in its sight, in the void, a tall and slender figure appeared at some point, and stepped towards their team silently!

The next moment, the two-winged feather god was intertwined with the fascinating gaze of the figure.

The two-winged feathered god was struck by lightning. It had already seen the appearance of Ye Wuque's arrival!

"There is an enemy! That human race!!"

As soon as these words came out, all the creatures in this team turned around suddenly, their faces changed drastically.

Then, 99% of the spirit creatures saw the last scene of their lives.

A giant fist!

It just crushed and crushed the void, sweeping the sky and the earth!

Puff!

This was the creepy roar of flesh and blood being crushed into slag. When the giant fist swept past.

Except for the dozen or so two-winged feathered gods in this team, all the other dry gods were blown into the void and died without a burial place.

And the dozen or so two-winged feathered gods were imprisoned in place, their faces full of fear and despair, and they could only watch the tall and slender figure slowly approaching like a nightmare.

"Soul search!

Ye Wuque continued to search the soul without hesitation.

Suddenly, in the next ten breaths, there were continuous screams in the void.

The heads of the fifteen two-winged feather gods were blown to pieces.

Finally, there was only one two-winged feather god left, and the hexagonal compass in its hand immediately fell into Ye Wuque's hand.

These two-winged feather gods undoubtedly knew more than those cannon fodders, but it was also limited.

The Tianling clan had been surrounded in the fifteenth and sixteenth battle zones.

Five hundred spirits were launching attacks desperately!

At the same time, Shi Nie's side arranged three terrifying ancient killing arrays, with nine battle zones as anchor points and nine directions positioned together.

The hexagonal compass held by the two-winged feather god team at this moment is the array of one of the killing arrays.

Ye Wuque stroked the hexagonal compass and looked at the last two-winged feather god.

"Hahahahaha!"

"You, a human ant! You were chased out of the nine-layer emperor's nest like a stray dog! Now, even if you can appear again, what

does it matter?" "In the face of the general trend, what is the power of an ant like you?"

"What's more! The Lord Suiyu who is chasing you is in the ninth battle zone. Hey! It won't be long before Lord Suiyu will find you again. This time, let's see where you can escape! Hahahaha!"

The last two-winged feather god cursed madly, like a madman.

But its words made Ye Wuque's eyes light up slightly, and there seemed to be endless sharpness shining in his eyes!

"You mean, the Eight-Winged Feathered God's Broken Jade is in the Ninth War Zone?"