The severe pain made Monaye's expression hideous and distorted. He gritted his teeth and said, "I laugh at you as a human race know nothing about the power of the supreme. No matter how hard you struggle, it is meaningless. All your efforts will eventually become empty!"

This statement is like an explanation of the facts, a vicious curse, and more like an expectation of the future.

Yang Kai couldn't help but snorted coldly: "I don't have much ability, but I'm not very angry."

Monaye frowned: "Brother Yang..."

Yang Kai shook his spear suddenly, interrupting his words, and there was a strong disgust on his face: "Who is your Brother Yang? You are qualified to call me brothers?"

Monaye showed a look of surprise and said, "I thought..."

Yang Kai interrupted him again: "For so many years, you and I have been fighting each other and each has won the game, so do you think you should be sympathetic as opponents?"

"Shouldn't it?" Monaye asked back.

Yang Kai's disgust was even stronger: "It seems that you know nothing about you! I, Yang Kai, have met many powerful opponents for thousands of years since my practice. There are indeed some worthy of my appreciation for each other, because it is the urges of those opponents that have allowed me to forge ahead and get to where I am today step by step, but that does not include you, nor any Mo clan! For all human races, the Mo clan is a life-and-death enemy, and I can only kill it quickly!"

Monaye silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Only those who are opponents will appreciate each other, but the enemy cannot."

"It seems that you understand. Since that's the case, then answer me, where did the reinforcements of the Mo tribe come from? Did something happen to the Chutian Daban? You only have one chance to speak!" Yang Kai's cold words were like the cold wind of Shuodong.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Monaye's mouth, and looked at Mi Jinglun opposite him and said lightly: "The ink will last forever!"

The violent power suddenly burst out in Monaya's chest, and the power of the Three Thousand Great Ways was ups and downs. The king who had dominated the overall situation of the Mo clan for thousands of years burst into pieces, and blood and broken limbs flew together.

Monaya, die!

Yang Kai warned him that he had only one chance to speak, but he did not intend to reveal any valuable information. Yang Kai would not show mercy, not to mention that no matter what answer he gave, he would never escape death this time.

Yang Kai would never give him a chance to escape. He was unable to kill Monaya in the furnace world seven hundred years ago, so he always felt regretful. Later, the Qiankun Furnace was closed. He thought there was another chance to kill Monaya, but who knew that he was taken to the end of the world by the Qiankun Furnace, allowing this guy to escape by chance.

Monaye knew this very well, and Yang Kai had already expected it.

The greatest threat to the human race has always been not his king-level cultivation, but his mind that is superior to all the Mo tribes. If he had not commanded the entire Mo tribe, the battle of Wuhui Pass would not have been so difficult. It can be said that a Monaya made the army pay at least 30% of the casualties.

Until this moment, the King of the Mo Clan finally reached the end of his life!

Mi Jinglun raised his hand and grabbed a broken arm, which was the broken limb after Monaye's death. He spread the clenched big hand and pulled out an unhatched ink nest from his palm.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yang Kai: "Is this why you lied to him?"

With the help of the Void Guard's reconnaissance, the human race understood the movements of the Mo tribe's reinforcements, so it was decided to launch this decisive battle.

Monaye had some guesses about this, but he was not completely sure, so he wanted to get a proof before he died.

Logically speaking, Monaya was about to die, and even if he told him the answer, it didn't matter much. After all, the dead couldn't do anything. But when he asked that question, Yang Kai seemed to know nothing. Seeing him like this, Mi Jinglun quickly cooperated.

As a result, until Monaye was beheaded, he did not understand whether the human race had learned about the Mo tribe reinforcements in advance.

Yang Kai nodded: "Just be on the verge of in case!"

Although it doesn't matter much if you admit that, no one knows what changes it will bring to the situation if you admit it. So Yang finally adhered to a principle that the enemy would never let them know what they wanted to know.

However, judging from the fact that Monaya was holding the Mo nest before he died, the news that he did not return to the Mo clan’s reinforcement army must have been spread to the Mo clan’s reinforcement army. The reinforcement army also knew that their existence had been exposed, and even knew that a giant ink-colored god had died in battle.

This made Yang Kai sigh a little. After joining forces with Ada to kill the giant ink spirit, he immediately rushed into the Buhui Pass and destroyed all the ink nests. He was just guarding against the news here to escape, but in the end, he still couldn't completely defend it.

The thing in Mocha is so convenient for messaging.

The only thing that can be thankful for now is that the Mo tribe reinforcements did not know the existence of the Void Guard and the Space Magic Formation, nor would they know the next situation on the battlefield.

At present, this reinforcements who are still moving in the void have to face only two choices. One is to speed up and go to the pass without returning. It is hoped that the war will not end before their support arrives, and then they can help the Mo tribe here with a helping hand and perhaps to rescue the decline.

The second type is naturally to defend on the spot, arrange troops and arrange formations, lay down nets of heaven and earth, and wait for the human army to fall into the trap.

However, no matter which one they choose, it will not stop the destruction of the Guan Mo tribe!

In this battle without returning to the gate, with the fall of the giant ink-colored god, the overall situation has been decided.

Mi Jinglun clenched his big hand and destroyed the ink nest. He waved his feather fan gently and said, "Junior brother, heal the wound for the time being. I'm afraid that the giant ink spirit of the ink color will still require you to do your best. As for the others, you don't have to worry about it. You have done enough."

Yang Kai pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "It's good to do that!"

He killed the giant ink and Monaya one after another. He consumed a lot and did need to recover for a while. Although the overall situation of this battle has been decided, if you want to end it beautifully, you still need to solve the remaining giant ink and god. That thing is not easy to deal with. If the first giant ink and god was not too careless, it would not have fallen in such a short time.

Mi Jinglun left, Yang Kai was calm and cultivated himself. He did not provide any protection. He just sat cross-legged in the void, not afraid of whether there would be any strong Mo clan attacking him...

When the aura of the king-level powerhouse Monaya was annihilated, the already fragmented Mo clan defense line became increasingly unbearable.

Especially those Mo tribe strongmen who are fighting against the human race's strong men were already shocked by the fall of the giant ink-colored god. Now Monaya has also died in battle. Every domain lord and even the fake king lord have a huge sense of fear and at a loss in his heart.

Before the war began, everything was under control, but when the war broke out, everything was developing in a direction that the Mo tribe did not want to see, pushing them step by step into the abyss.

The fall of the giant ink god and Monaya caused a series of unpredictable chain reactions. On the battlefields, the auras of the strong Mo clan began to be annihilated.

With the fall of a large number of Mo tribe powerful men, more human tribe powerful men took their hands to support some anxious battlefields, and soon formed a situation of fighting less.

The various advantages of the human race on the battlefield were quickly accumulated in a snowball way.

Seeing that the situation was not good, many Mo tribe strongmen couldn't help but think of escaping. However, under the current situation, how could they escape?

Half a day later, as the aura of Diaro, the new king, spread throughout the battlefield, the Mo clan completely collapsed, and the aura of despair enveloped every Mo clan. In such a desperate situation, many Mo clan strongmen were forced to fight to the death. But at this time, even if they had such a determination, it would be difficult to save the situation.

Somewhere on the battlefield, Mo Yu fought against Luo Tinghe alone, Wei Junyang and Xiang Shan alone. Even though his qualifications were much higher than those of the three ninth-grade olds in the human race, he could fight against three, but he was not able to catch up.

Originally, his opponent was Luo Tinghe, but as the war progressed, Wei Junyang and Xiang Shan gradually solved their opponents and came to support.

Not only that, Mo Yu clearly felt that the other ninth ranks of human race were all divided into a little bit of energy to pay attention to the war here.

Under such a situation, even if Mo Yu has the ability to defeat the three ninth ranks, the ones waiting for him may be more ninth ranks sieges.

What's more, he doesn't have the ability yet!

Knowing that he would die, Mo Yu let go of his hands and feet, holding the mentality of fighting to the death, regardless of his own trauma, he only stared at Xiang Shan's bombardment, which made Xiang Shan extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Luo Tinghe and Wei Junyang were not mediocre players. With the joint efforts of the three, they did not give Mo Yu a chance to die together.

This fierce battle lasted for half a day, but in the end, Xiang Shan was hit by the opponent and cut off Mo Yu's head with one knife. Endless sword light swept across, tugging the broken body into a corpse.

At this point, all the only three kings of the Mo clan fell!

There are only less than a hundred pseudo-king lords left, and even these hundred are likely to fall at any time.

As for the originally hundreds of millions of Mo clan army, it has been killed by the human race. The corpses of the Mo clan can be seen everywhere in the vast battlefield. Even if they don’t return to Guanzhong, there are also human army crossing back and forth to confiscate the lives of the Mo clan army.

Xiang Shan was injured and stayed there to heal his wounds. Luo Tinghe and Wei Junyang rushed to other battlefields without stopping. At the moment when all the powerful men of the Mo Clan kings died, how could the pseudo-king lords with only the power alone resist the attack of the top combat power of the human race?

One after another, the aura of the pseudo-king lord began to disappear one after another...

Until at some point, the body of the last strong man in the Mo clan was blown up, and blood scattered all over the sky. Ouyang Lie, with a fiery red hair, gasped slightly and waved his fist, and the hair was burning like a flame.

The vast battlefield was quiet, and the chaotic confrontation had already stopped. The soldiers watched from side to side, looking at me, and I looked at you, and then they all laughed.

The next moment, a shocking cheer sounded, and the gathering of sounds almost tear apart the void.
Chapter completed!