The male god of fast wear can't run

Chapter 803 I'm Not Meow, I'm Your God (46)

The elves, dominated by fear, stopped, not knowing where to run.In other words, in the face of such a crisis, all they can think of is to run.But when there is no way to escape, it is really hopeless.

"What can we do?" The helpless voice and terrified eyes made these elves full of weakness and beauty.

"There were wolves in the front and tigers in the back. We, the elves, are probably doomed today."

"Since this is the case, we might as well fight to the death. Let's go back to the sacred tree. Where the king is, we will be there! Even if we just went to die in vain in the past, we have done our part to protect our family."

For the first time, a race that has always been weak has condensed something called courage and hard work.

They were kind but not united, and now they are uniting a little bit.

It's just that when they arrived, they were being shown the scene with tearing eyelids.

The black air that flew out from the body of the God of Slaughter suddenly turned into a sword and flew straight towards their king.Too much menacing force, the pure air was destroyed, and the sword was accurately inserted into the chest of their king.

In an instant, Li Yan snorted and took two steps back.Soon, his body was wrapped in layers of black air, which was the original dark air he released to repair his injuries.

It's just that in the eyes of the elves, after their king was injured by the God of Slaughter, his body was wrapped in the dark air of the God of Slaughter.

He was struggling desperately and painfully in the black air.

What a heart-wrenching scene.

The elves felt a surge of anger in unison.

For them, there are no family members, no friends, and the feelings for the same race are also very dull.Only the God Tree and the leader chosen by the God Tree, that is, the Tree of Life and the Elf King are their reverse scales.

Now that the king is injured, there is still a goddess of light in the sacred tree who can bring them hope. They all rushed forward, hoping to do something with their meager strength.

Perhaps at this moment, everyone rushed forward with the heart of death.

And Li Yan frowned, he didn't have time to ask why these elves went and returned, and rushed forward so desperately.You can only use your remaining and strongest strength to attack with the elves.

The pure power coming from all directions converged on the body of the Slaughter God.

Perhaps, for him, the pure power of the elves was too weak to cause him any harm at all.

But with so much power, he instinctively made him feel a sense of crisis. Under such a power attack, he couldn't escape at all.At least he will be injured, which is a very disadvantageous thing for him.

After all, he is a god, even though the power pouring in from all directions came so swiftly, it was just that his reaction was swift and violent.Because time seems to be slowed down in his eyes, he has enough time to build a barrier for himself.

The light screen that suddenly appeared blocked all attacks.

"Damn you!" Sen Leng's voice seemed to be squeezed out of the mouth of the God of Slaughter.

The light screen shattered, and he was still injured by the remaining pure power.Even if he was only slightly injured.

But in his eyes, the most useless ants can hurt him, how can this keep him from getting angry?
The overwhelming darkness emanates from the body of the Slaughter God and spreads around.

Such power approaching any elf would be a fatal injury to them.

(End of this chapter)