Emperor of Death

Chapter 308 War of Attrition
The ground collapsed, and all the city-breaking crossbows fell into the collapsed pits.

In the sky above the Soul Refining Sect, a group of red-eyed dog-headed wing clans rushed towards the people of the Soul Refining Sect regardless of what happened below.

"What's going on?" Shengzi yelled sharply, his original faint smile instantly turned into a ferocious face, and he looked angrily at the area where the city-breaking crossbow collapsed.

"Yes, who did it? How could there be a deep pit here." The Son continued to shout.

Beside the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect, an old man said loudly: "Holy Son, maybe the soil here is already soft. There is no time to investigate this now. It is important for us to kill these alien races."

"Kill, kill them for me?" The Holy Son shouted, but his heart was bleeding, and he saw these dog-headed people who could have been easily killed rush into the crowd. In an instant, he threw down a master of the Soul Refining Sect, and then scratched his head.

In the end, the Gotouyi tribe who survived were martial masters due to good luck, while the martial spirits who survived were all masters. The worst ones were fifth-rank martial spirits, and the most powerful ones had reached ninth rank.

Although the number is small, their fighting power and destructive power are far from comparable to those of the Soul Refining Sect.

"Don't panic, form the formation." Shengzi shouted loudly, but the shortcomings of the Soul Refining Sect were also exposed. These guys who hide their heads and show their tails outside have never experienced such a large-scale battle. In terms of mutual cooperation and coordination, let alone Compared with the army, even the disciples of some big families are inferior.

It is said to be cooperation, but they are still fighting on their own.

The battle is persisting, there are many people in the Soul Refining Sect, and the Doghead Wing Clan is powerful.

Yechen in the cave showed a faint smile. The timing of the ground collapse was naturally chosen by him. Yechen deliberately kept the power of the dog-winged clan and the soul-refining sect in balance, so that both parties could work hard and he could sit still. Diaoyutai.

On the side, the little fat man said: "Those dog-headed and winged people are very powerful, and the people from the Soul Refining Sect seem to be unable to hold on."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, since the Soul Refining Sect has let some holy sons in, it's not just as simple as breaking the city crossbow."

Meng Xinqi clenched her fists excitedly: "Fight, fight, both sides die."

While the people below were watching the show leisurely, the fierce battle above continued, and the dead creatures of the Soul Refining Sect were released, and the number increased, including ghosts and zombie skeletons.

The little fat man exclaimed: "They have a lot of dead creatures. Now there are thousands of troops, and these dead creatures rushed over like crazy."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "Since it is the Soul Refining Sect, nothing else, there must be a lot of dead creatures, ha ha, that's right, if it is wiped out by the dog head wing clan too early, it will not be fun."

"Kill!"

"Hoohoo!"

"Jie Jie, Jie Jie!"

In everyone's corpse ring, there are at least five dead creatures, releasing thousands of dead creatures at once, which is considered a very luxurious configuration.

The figures like a tide quickly submerged towards the dog head wing tribe.

The dog-headed wing tribe at the martial artist level was gradually slaughtered.

A martial spirit-level dog-headed wing clan stood on the ground and roared. When he slapped his palm, several zombies flew upside down. With his punch, he easily smashed a zombie's head.

That dog-headed and winged ninth-rank martial spirit, with its powerful combat power, made corpses lying around them next to it, and it was difficult for the Soul Refining Sect to touch his body. Even if it did, it would only leave The next shallow scar.

"Wow, woof!" the dog-headed wing clan roared, constantly slaughtering dead creatures and masters of the Soul Refining Sect.

Finally, the fifth-level martial spirit master with the lowest strength was beaten to death by the Soul Refining Sect, and the Soul Refining Sect also paid the price of nearly fifty dead creatures and twenty masters.

The old man approached the Holy Son and said loudly: "Holy Son, if this continues, even if we can win, it will be a miserable victory. Why don't we retreat."

The Holy Son gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat? I can run, but can you outrun these flying ones?"

The old man said: "No matter how bad it is, you can escape separately, one by one is one."

"No!" Shengzi said very resolutely, "I must get the things guarded by the dog-headed wing tribe. You pester them first, and I will go to their lair to have a look."

As soon as the words fell, the Holy Son exploded into the sky and flew towards the lair of the dog-wing clan.

Under the ground, the little fat man exclaimed, "What is that kid going to do?"

"Too bad." Ye Chen murmured, "That kid went looking for a treasure."

"How about that, let's keep up." The little fat man snapped, and then he jumped up.

Yechen quickly reached out and pressed the little fat man's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Look."

But at the same time, a dog-winged clan also rose to the sky, stopped in front of the Son, and punched the Son.

The Holy Son crossed his hands in front of him, and was punched from the air to the ground.

The light of the treasure armor emerged from the body of the Holy Son, so that he would not be killed by this blow. The dog-headed and winged tribe in the sky flapped their wings and rushed towards the Holy Son viciously.

"Protect the Holy Son." Countless Soul Refining Sect masters shouted loudly, surrounded the Holy Son in the crowd, and then separated the masters to resist the dog head wing clan.

"Damn, hate!" Shengzi gritted his teeth, his handsome face was full of ferocious expressions, and at the same time he took out a pill and put it in his mouth.

"Kill them all, kill!" Shengzi shouted sharply, fighting to the death without retreating.

"Kill!" The loyalty of the Soul Refining Sect was manifested at this moment, and the crowd tactics continued to submerge the dog-headed wing clan. Although most of them were dead creatures, there were also many masters of the Soul Refining Sect who died.

The Holy Son's eyes suddenly fixed on the collapsed pits, and then he said loudly, "Come on, check those pits."

"Yes, Holy Son." Five people jumped into the pit, using their power to hit the wall of the pit with their weapons, and the soft soil on the wall was easily scraped off countless times.

Then, the five people continued to jump up and said to the Holy Son, "Report to the Holy Son, there is nothing abnormal. The soil is already very soft."

Below the ground, the little fat man raised his head triumphantly, with a proud expression on his face.

The battle continued, the masters of the Soul Refining Sect and the natal corpses were the main force of the battle, and the rest of the dead creatures were just cannon fodder.

Finally, the people from the Soul Refining Sect killed another dog-winged clan and paid a heavy price.

Time is passing, the battle is continuing, and the dead creatures are dying in large numbers. Occasionally, the screams of the dog-headed clan burst out.

Both sides are consuming their lives, and the Soul Refining Sect is using their lives to pile up this victory.

As the last doghead fell, the crowd finally burst into cheers.

"Holy Son, we won." A soldier turned his head and laughed loudly, his face was filled with the joy of victory, and he laughed very happily.

(End of this chapter)