The originally tepid offensive and defensive battle, with Yang Kai's sudden appearance, suddenly became extremely tragic with the consequences of the strong men of the Mo tribe such as Monaye and Dialo.

At this time, even the lowest-level soldiers among the two clans realized that the situation became strange. The top strong men of the two clans seemed to be competing for who could kill faster and who could kill more. In the battlefield, the movements of the fake king of the Mo clan and the eighth-rank human race fell one after another.

In terms of the efficiency of killing enemies, the Mo tribe is undoubtedly better.

The killing team led by two kings and more than ten pseudo kings is extremely powerful. The formation formed by the eighth graders is simply unstoppable. Once the formation is broken, the digital eighth grade formed will soon perish.

Even if Yang Kai's speed is fast, he can only deal with three fake kings at one time...

In just one cup of tea, there were more than twenty fake kings who fell on the Mo clan. Yang Kaisha was covered in ink blood and ferocious murderous intent lingered beside him, just like the god of killing returning from purgatory, which made all the fake kings on the battlefield frightened.

The human race also paid an extremely heavy price, with more than 100 eighth-rank corpses turning into cold corpses.

It was not until one ninth grade after another took out his hands and joined the encirclement and suppression of the Mo clan's strong team that the situation was relieved.

Yang Kai did not aimlessly attack those fake kings. The targets he attacked were all opponents of the ninth graders. With the help of the magical power of space, he shuttled through the battlefield, cooperated with the ninth graders of the human race to solve their opponents one by one.

When the last ninth rank came to the sky, the top combat power of the human race had already formed a siege against this team of strong Mo clans!

It was not until this time that Mi Jinglun breathed a sigh of relief.

In the void, Mi Jinglun, Xiang Shan, Ouyang Lie, Wei Junyang, Xiaoxiao, Wuqing, Shi Dazhuang, and Tang Tao had eight ninth ranks, and sealed the eight-way space. It can be said that the ninth ranks of the human race are not only Yang Kai who is wandering and killing, Luo Tinghe who is fighting alone with Mo Yu, but also Yang Xuewu Kuang who is far away from Chutian Daban, gathered together.

This is the foundation accumulated by the human race for thousands of years. It is not too powerful. It is much worse than when it was at its peak. However, this is a sign and hope for the rise of the human race.

The fierce battle stopped at some point. The eight ninth ranks activated their own aura and sealed the void, ensuring that no matter which direction these Mo tribes break through, they would face a storm-like blow. However, they were not in a hurry to take action. The powerful human race on the surface had the absolute advantage, but in this level of battle, any carelessness could cause bad consequences.

Both sides are constantly testing and looking for flaws.

"Don't you escape?" Mi Jinglun glanced at Monaye with some wonder.

Before the ninth-rank human race came one after another and formed a siege, this Mo tribe team had the opportunity to escape, but Monaye obviously had no such plan, but let the ninth-rank human race surrounded them, which puzzled Mi Jinglun.

"Where to escape?" Monaye asked back without answering the question, glanced at Mi Jinglun sideways. He was obviously the weaker side, but his attitude was extremely tough.

Mi Jinglun said nothing.

Monaye said again: "There is one thing I can't figure out, so please help Mi Shuai solve the problem."

Yang Kai's aura suddenly appeared and disappeared in the battlefield. With every appearance he appeared, there must be a number of pseudo-kings with different numbers.

The strong team of the Mo clan has been restrained, but Yang Kai can let go of his hands and feet and kill him. It seems good to delay the time. This can allow Yang Kai to better weaken the power of the Mo clan. Mi Jinglun thought in his heart and said, "There are still things in this world that you can't understand?"

This is not entirely a ridiculous statement. As the highest commander of the two tribes of Man and Mo, Mi Jinglun and Monaya have been in a year or two for a year. They can be said to be aware of each other's roots. Regardless of their racial stance, as a pure opponent, Mi Jinglun still values ​​Monaya very much.

Monaye did not answer his words and asked his doubts in his heart: "How did you find out?"

"What did you find?" Mi Jinglun replied casually, revealing a look of doubt on his face at the right time.

Monaye looked at him without a moment and said lightly: "Although you have concealed it well by Mi Shuai, this Ouyang brother does not seem to be as good as you. Why should Mi Shuai ask questions knowingly?"

On the side, Ouyang Lie said annoyedly: "What's wrong with me?" He chatted and chatted carefully. Suddenly, he started to talk about something about me. Ouyang Lie was very unhappy.

Monaye turned his head and looked at him: "When I asked that, your expression changed slightly, which means you know what I was asking."

"At the moment of the life-and-death battle, can't I be nervous?" Ouyang Lie roared angrily.

Monaye was too lazy to pay attention to him, and still looked at Mi Jinglun: "Over the years, the human race's attack on Buhui Pass has maintained the same frequency, but this time it has been much earlier. Moreover, Brother Yang actually ignored me. He could save those eighth grades, but he was still slaughtering the fake king. You only need to spend more than ten years to achieve the same goal at the lowest price, but you chose this method. This situation...it is like you can't wait to win Buhui Pass."

On the side, Diaro and the many fake kings were confused and had no idea what Monaya was saying. The only thing they knew was that this time it was a bit inauspicious. Although there were two kings and more than ten fake kings on the Mo clan, there were nine ninth ranks in the human clan. In terms of strength comparison, the Mo clan was completely at a disadvantage.

They also wanted to know the answer to the question Mi Jinglun just now, why didn't he escape when he could escape? As a result, they fell into such a siege, and the strong men of the Mo clan were nervous and nervous, and they couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Monaya.

"Why is this?" Monaye spoke, but was not asking questions. He continued: "The only possibility is that you humans know that, so they can't wait to end the war of not returning to the gate. For this, they would rather pay more! Mi Shuai, am I right?"

Mi Jinglun shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Monaye sighed: "Forget it, since Mi Shuai doesn't want to answer, then don't ask. This should be the final decisive battle, but it's a bit unexpected. My Mo tribe is not ready yet, but it seems that your human tribe is not ready either. Haha, who would have thought that this decisive battle would start in this way! But Mi Shuai, although my Mo tribe is declining at the moment, it is not so easy for the human tribe to win the No Return Pass. I hope that after this battle, the human tribe's losses will be within the range you can bear!"

Ouyang Lie said irritably: "What are you talking about? Monaya, your death is here!"

Monaye turned his head to look at him, his eyes cold, and changed his gentle expression just now, and said sternly: "Do you really think you will definitely eat me?"

Almost as he finished speaking, dozens of powerful auras that shook the void rose into the air and flew out straight out without returning to Guanzhong.

Those who were the pseudo-kings who had been staying in Guanzhong and guarding the king-level mo nest.

Since the human race began to attack Wuhuiguan, these pseudo-king lords have been staying in Guanzhong forever. This is also a helpless move. They are mainly to beware of Yang Kai, a disgusting guy.

This villa has always been elusive, and he will come in from the Sky Realm every time he fights. If these pseudo-king lords were not protecting the Mo Nest, Yang Kai would have destroyed the Mo Nest. Without the Mo Nest, the Mo Nest would have no source of replenishing the troops.

When Yang Kai repeatedly fought with the pseudo-king squad led by Diaro, they also resisted the aftermath of the battle and protected the king-level ink nest.

These pseudo-king lords have never left the gates since the attack of the human race!

However, at this moment, they all went out and no longer kept it.

Without their protection, the moment of not returning to the gate can almost be said to be unprepared!

Even though there are two giant ink-colored gods standing on the left and right sides of the Buhui Pass, if Yang Kai is willing, he can take this opportunity to break in and easily destroy all the ink nests. Even if the two giant ink-colored gods take action, they will only speed up the damage of the ink nest.

He noticed the abnormal movements over there without returning to the gate, and many ninth grades of the human race looked awe-in.

Monaye grinned at Mi Jinglun: "Since it is the final decisive battle, I'm not polite!"

The human race would rather pay a huge price than win the pass, so how could the Mo race hide its weakness? After all, if this battle is defeated, there is no Mo Cang? Under such a situation, the Mo Cang no longer needs protection. If you fight to the death, you will succeed and lose the king.

"Kill!" Monaye suddenly shouted softly, led a group of Mo clan strong men to rush towards Wei Junyang, and caught Wei Junyang off guard. Even with the help of other ninth ranks, he retreated step by step.

Like Xiang Shan, Wei Junyang was also injured, and it was obviously taken as a breakthrough by Monaye, which made Wei Junyang quite angry.

Fortunately, all the ninth-grade people were strong and quickly stabilized their formation.

As Mi Jinglun's divine thoughts surged, the eight ninth grades left three people in an instant, facing the pseudo-king kings who never rushed out. The remaining five joined forces and barely fought with Mo tribes such as Monaya to form a even-match situation.

However, dozens of fake kings rushed out together, and how could they stop them by just three ninth grades? Those fake kings formed formations, and only one three-talent formation could restrain one ninth grade.

In an instant, the advantages brought by Yang Kai's previous killing of a large number of pseudo-king lords were slapped, and the damage that the human race had stopped had expanded like a snowball.

At this moment, a towering pass opened into the battlefield. Chunyang Pass, which had been wandering outside the battlefield, finally joined the battle formation!

The huge pass slowly rotates, and many large secret treasures arranged on the pass continue to burst out dazzling light like thunder dragons, breaking into the enemy formation, and each attack can clear the huge void.
Chapter completed!