Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

This was Ye Wuque's first instinctive reaction!

Tianling Patriarch... is dead?

What kind of hell is this?

What kind of existence is Tianling Patriarch?

It is impossible to guess!

That is a great creature that can span the years and suppress the nine heavens and ten earths.

Once upon a time! He

was an invincible and ruthless man who had fought in the long river of time and space and even faced the square iron box.

Such a great existence would suddenly fall here?

Even though the Shi Nie clan has nine supremes, each of whom has made great achievements, Ye Wuque still couldn't believe it.

"Deliberately faked his death?"

"Planning?"

"Or..."

"Confuse the enemy? Waiting for the thunderbolt?"

Such thoughts were boiling in Ye Wuque's mind.

In short, he couldn't believe that "Tianling Patriarch is dead" now.

"Are you sure that it is the body of Tianling Patriarch?"

Ye Wuque said, staring at Zhang Zhongwen.

"Your Highness said yes, no one can be more sure of this than your Highness!" Zhang Zhongwen said bitterly.

Ye Wuque's eyes flickered.

No wonder the little fat man didn't even have time to leave a message for himself. It was normal for him to be in a state of confusion because it was related to the Tianling Patriarch.

"Don't panic."

Ye Wuque's voice sounded again, grand and majestic, falling into the ears of every clan army.

All the clan creatures subconsciously raised their heads and looked at Ye Wuque!

"Many things can't be judged by appearances."

"What is the situation of the Tianling Patriarch? It's not just the little fat man's opinion. I have to go and see it myself!"

"Before that, no one should give up." After

Ye Wuque said this, Zhang Zhongwen was the first to regain his composure. He nodded immediately, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes again.

"Young Master Ye, the little prince is guarding there now! But the little prince is in a very strange state, sitting cross-legged next to the great ancestor..."

"His eyes are slightly closed, as if he has fallen into a very mysterious state."

"We can't know exactly what the little prince is doing, but there is one thing that is extremely strange!"

"That is the sixteenth war zone centered on the little prince and the great ancestor..."

"It seems impossible to get close!"

"The little prince and the great ancestor seem to be separated!"

"This force is related to Shi Nie's side."

"It is very likely that it is the specific target of Shi Nie's plan!"

"The three people in power acted decisively and immediately let most of our forces surround the sixteenth war zone in layers!"

"First, to protect the little prince!"

"Secondly, we can't let Shi Nie's side get close no matter what!"

"Therefore, now our army is completely dispersed. Except for the majority of people guarding the sixteenth war zone, the remaining small part has all turned into teams like mine, forming strongholds in all war zones to stop the elf army!"

"No matter what, we must slow down their advance as much as possible!"

"No matter how much it costs, we must buy time for the little prince!"

"No matter what the little prince has discovered or what he is doing!"

"Even if this is a trap and killing game deliberately set by the Shi Nie faction!"

At this point, Zhang Zhongwen's voice became decisive again, and he was ready to die.

Hearing this, Ye Wuque's eyes flickered again.

The three rulers of the Rising Sun Fortress made such a decision under such a harsh situation. It was the best and most correct choice to act decisively!

Zhang Zhongwen looked at Ye Wuque again, and his eyes were firm and crazy at this moment.

"At least..."

"At least before all my clansmen are dead, I will never allow the Shi Nie faction and the spirit army to get close to the 16th War Zone, or even a little bit close to the little prince!"

Not only Zhang Zhongwen, but every clan creature of the hundreds of thousands of clansmen in front of him at this moment showed the same firm and crazy expression.

Ye Wuque believed it without a doubt!

Because he knew that if he had not been the first to kill his way to the ninth war zone and suppress everything, then at this moment, after the ancient array light curtain was broken, the hundreds of thousands of clan troops led by Zhang Zhongwen would have fought with the millions of spirit army led by Suiyu.

At this moment.

Ye Wuque's bright eyes flashed with a touch of dominance and strength!

He looked at the hundreds of thousands of clan troops, and his grand voice resounded again.

"I'm here."

"The spirit army..."

"But chickens and dogs!"

Ye Wuque's thick hair danced in the wind, and an unparalleled and powerful aura emerged from his body and surged up to the sky!

Feeling the invincible aura blooming from Ye Wuque, Zhang Zhongwen's eyes lit up at this time!

Hundreds of thousands of spirit army seemed to see a brand new hope!

"Everyone..."

Ye Wuque's voice shook the ten directions and rumbled in the sky.

"Follow me!"

"Go to the 16th War Zone!"

"Whoever stands in my way will die!"

With a command, the holy fighting spirit around Ye Wuque exploded like a raging sea!

He seemed to have transformed into a blazing golden torch, illuminating the heavens and the earth!

Like a beacon lit in the eternal night, reflecting an invincible edge that could be seen by all the spirit tribes.

The next moment!

Ye Wuque took a step forward and took the lead in killing his way into the depths of the 10th War Zone.

"Follow Lord Ye!"

"Kill!"

Zhang Zhongwen shouted excitedly, and he even changed the way he addressed Ye Wuque, with endless admiration and enthusiasm!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Hundreds of thousands of clan troops also shouted enthusiastically!

The sound of killing shook the sky!

They immediately followed Ye Wuque!

Looking from afar.

This scene was like a gust of wind that rose from the ground, gradually taking shape, and about to roll up a storm that spanned the sky and the ground!

It only took a few dozen breaths.

Ye Wuque came to the deepest part of the tenth war zone and saw the direction leading to the eleventh station zone in front.

There, the area between the two war zones was already filled with the sound of killing and blood flowing like a river!

I don't know how many corpses have fallen into the void, miserable, and most of them are clan creatures.

"Lord Ye! That's Lao Meng's team!"

"Lao Meng! Meng Ruhai! Like me, he is the head of a clan!" Zhang Zhongwen's voice came from behind immediately.

Ye Wuque's eyes had already seen the situation there clearly.

He saw that Meng Ruhai was fighting with an eight-winged feathered god of the Spirit Clan leader on Shi Nie's side, and the fight was inextricable!

Meng Ruhai also had only three six-winged feathered gods, but the Spirit Clan had four.

As a result, the six-winged feathered gods on the side of the family fell into an absolute disadvantage.

The most important thing is that the family...cannot retreat!

They can only fight desperately.

As for the family army, the number is even less than that of the Spirit Clan army!

At this moment, the war has obviously lasted for a while, and the family army has suffered almost 70% casualties.

A family creature needs to fight one against three, five, and ten!

They are covered in blood, and some are already seriously injured.

Some Spirit Clan creatures can even self-destruct in the knowledge that they will die, dragging the enemy along with them.

Bloody, cruel, heroic, and crazy!

The hundreds of thousands of family soldiers following Ye Wuque saw this scene and saw their comrades-in-arms turned to ashes one by one, and their eyes have turned red! !

And Ye Wuque…

took the lead! He was running

at top speed! He

had already arrived!

He stepped on the area with the largest number of spirit tribe troops!

Boom!!

A huge footprint appeared out of nowhere, and fell into the spirit tribe army like a collapsed sky, and instantly, everything was crushed!

Countless spirit tribe creatures exploded, howling like ghosts and wolves, shaking the earth!

This scene even directly alarmed Meng Ruhai and the eight-winged feathered god of the spirit tribe who were fighting frantically in the void!

"What??"

"Who is it??"

The spirit tribe patriarch was shocked and unbelievable!

Suddenly, it seemed to notice something and turned back abruptly! !

But it only had time to see a fist that was rapidly enlarged in front of it! !

"You..."

Bang!!

The eight-winged feathered god patriarch of the spirit tribe was instantly blown up, exploded into a blood mist all over the sky, and died without a complete body! The

already injured Meng Ruhai was like falling into a dream, staring blankly at the tall and slender figure that appeared in front of him, and could hardly believe his eyes!

After killing an eight-winged feather god with one punch, Ye Wuque looked at the eleventh battle zone with a glare like a knife, his eyes full of blazing murderous intent!

Today!

He is going to kill people! "

Sweep away all enemies of the evil time!