Occasionally, there were human soldiers staggering out of the battlefield, either in a single figure or in a group of three or five, without exception, all of them were covered in blood and their breath was depressed.

Attracted by the breath of Yang Kai and others, these staggering soldiers quickly gathered over and silently searched for a place to cultivate cross-legged.

Yang Kai took a moment of breathing and stood up, rushing into the place covered by the clouds alone.

There are countless creatures in his small universe and subtrees of the world tree, so the recovery speed of the great power of heaven and earth is much faster than that of ordinary people. Even if you don’t deliberately practice, the power of your own small universe is increasing at all times.

The place covered by Mo Yun is the battlefield just now. Although the army of the two tribes has left, I don’t know if there are any surviving human races on the battlefield.

Perhaps the human soldiers still have a glimmer of vitality, but they have lost their ability to move due to severe damage. If no one helps them at this time, they will only be trapped in it.

So Yang Kai wanted to take a look.

The entire battlefield enveloped the void in the radius of tens of millions of miles. Yang Kai walked through it, his divine thoughts suddenly searching for possible vitality.

I really found some.

However, the Mo tribe, who were severely injured, were surviving.

Yang Kai would naturally not be polite, so he activated the law of space and slashed the moon blades one by one, giving them a pleasure.

I searched for about an hour.

When Yang Kai returned from the battlefield again, he brought a woman with seventh-grade cultivation.

Yang Kai didn't know what the woman was named. When she found her, she was already in a coma. She crawled on the wreckage of a warship, covered in wounds, and her clothes were stained with blood.

In addition to this seventh-grade woman, he also saw the bodies of many human soldiers, more of the remains of the Mo tribe.

The entire battlefield is like a piece of purgatory.

This is also the only person he has recovered from the battlefield who is still alive.

In short, Yang Kai has been here for hundreds of years. From the sixth-grade Kaitian who just came here to the seventh-grade today, he has traveled to several war zones and participated in countless wars of all sizes. However, in terms of tragedy and hardship, no one can surpass this battle.

The reason is that the Dayan Army traveled a long distance without any barriers to rely on.

Unlike fighting near their respective passes, in this Dayan War Zone, the human army was isolated and helpless. Even if it was injured, it could not go to any safe place to heal the wounds. Only by winning the battle can we continue the great cause of regaining Dayan.

It can be foreseen that there will definitely be no shortage of such a battle today in the days to come, and how many human soldiers will bury the Dayan War Zone to the glory of the ancestors.

The soldiers who took the woman back to the place where everyone gathered and were still recuperating opened their eyes and looked at him, but nodded slightly without saying much.

There were less than 30 human soldiers gathered here to repair them. It was not that after this battle, only these 30 people lost the power to fight again. It was just that when the army was chasing the Mo tribe, they were injured and could not keep up in time.

Even though most soldiers were severely injured, they had already left with the army.

Putting the woman beside him, Yang Kai sat cross-legged again, silently adjusting his breath.

But the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the battlefield. There seemed to be something strange there.

But he had just stepped into the battlefield and searched carefully for an hour. Apart from finding a seventh-grade woman who was not dead, there was nothing else worth paying attention to.

Where did this strange movement come from?

Just when he was suspicious, the movement suddenly became obvious, and there was a sense of vitality reviving. Moreover, the vitality was extremely powerful, and the speed of recovery suddenly became faster.

The powerful aura comes out from the battlefield.

Yang Kai's face suddenly changed, he stood up suddenly, his divine thoughts surged, and he sent a voice to all directions: "Quickly use the Qiankun Art and return to the Ink Destroyer!"

More than 30 Kaitian Realm who were still repairing also felt the revival before Yang Kai spoke, and they all stared at the battlefield in confusion. At this moment, after hearing Yang Kai's voice transmission, they all looked shaking and realized the seriousness of the problem.

Therefore, no one hesitated, everyone quickly dispersed, and their own magic decisions changed, urging the Qiankun Art.

Although the recovery of more than an hour cannot heal these warriors who are seriously injured, it is enough for them to use this secret technique that is not very expensive.

The light of the formations lit up at the feet of more than 30 people. It was a sign that the Qiankun Art was activated, and each branded the Qiankun Array arranged on the ink destroyer had an echo.

Just wait a few breaths and everyone can use the Qiankun Art to return to the Ink Destroyer.

However, at this moment, perhaps attracted by the fluctuations when everyone activated the Qiankun Art, a powerful divine thought suddenly swept across the battlefield where vitality was reviving.

Yang Kai's face suddenly turned pale.

The thing that worries the most happened.

Although he sensed the vitality and strength, he could not judge what the other party's specific cultivation was. On the safe side, he would immediately let everyone escape. Now that the other party's spiritual thoughts were coming, the strength of cultivation was obvious at a glance.

Eighth grade! The vitality that revives on the battlefield belongs to an eighth grade.

And Yang Kai was almost certain that this was definitely not the eighth-grade Kaitian of the Northern and Southern Army. It was nineteen-grade Immortal disciple.

Although he didn't know if the eighth-rank army in the Northern and Southern Army had fallen in Kaitian in this battle, even if there were really eighth-rank soldiers, if there were still all the corpses, the other eighth-rank soldiers would not let the corpses be ignored, and they would definitely take them away.

Only after the eighth-grade Mo disciples fell, the Mo tribe's domain lords would ignore it.

There was an eighth-grade Mozun remaining on the battlefield! This was something no one could have imagined.

When Yang Kai went to search the battlefield before, he had no idea at all. Now it seems that this revived eighth-grade man is very likely to have practiced some secret technique, which can fake death and escape, otherwise he would not be able to escape the investigation of the eighth-grade general towns.

The human army has gone far away, and only more than 30 elderly, weak, sick and disabled people have remained. Now facing an eighth-ranked person, the situation is worrying.

Yang Kai's heart was raised to his throat.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The light of more than thirty magic arrays became brighter and brighter.

When the third breath was reached, the light of the magic array suddenly burst out, and the figure shrouded in the light disappeared from the spot.

More than thirty people left at once.

After the fourth breath, more people will leave.

But there were still more than a dozen people left.

The Qiankun Art is sometimes very useful, but sometimes it has great disadvantages.

With the help of the Qiankun Art, human soldiers can quickly return to the ink destroyer, but different personal cultivation and distance will affect the teleportation time.

Overall, the higher the cultivation level and the closer the distance, the shorter the time it takes to use the Qiankun Art.

The three people who left in the third breath were all seventh-level cultivation, so they left the fastest.

During the fourth breath, more than a dozen people were gone, all of whom were sixth-level cultivation. Their cultivation was one level lower, so they left a breath slower.

Most of the remaining ones are fifth grade and a few sixth grade. Because they have the lowest cultivation level, the teleportation speed is also the slowest.

Under normal circumstances, when the human soldiers use the Qiankun Art, they will try to ensure that there will be no interference during the teleportation period, because once they are disturbed, it will inevitably lead to the teleportation failure.

However, things are in a hurry at this time. When everyone is not aware of it, they can only leave as soon as possible, and there is no way to guarantee anything.

When the rest of the people were leaving after another one or two breaths, a figure suddenly rushed out from the battlefield and headed straight for the place where everyone gathered.

Before the man arrived, a big blue hand condensed by the power of heaven and earth was captured in the air.

Influenced by the powerful force, the formation under the feet of more than a dozen people began to twist and change.

Once the big hand is captured, these dozen people will not be life or death, at least the teleportation will be interrupted. At that time, a group of fifth and sixth grade Kaitian will have no way to live in the face of an eighth grade Mo disciple.

Yang Kai was always on guard against the scene. Seeing this, he immediately roared and jumped up with a gun.

The gun shadows in the sky shook out and stabbed towards the big hand. At the same time, the law of space reached its peak, and each shot contained a powerful space power.

The gun shadow was annihilated, and his big hand was clenched, and Yang Kai was clenched into it.

But the next moment, his body was wrapped in the light of a gun, rushed out of his big hand, swayed, and returned to his original position.

The many lights around him finally enveloped everyone's figures. With the help of the breath that Yang Kai had won, more than a dozen fifth and sixth grade Kaitian left safely.

Before leaving, each figure looked at Yang Kai in shock and worry.

They knew that without Yang Kai's momentary obstruction, they would definitely be left by the eighth-grade Mo Tu, but everyone left, and there was only one Yang Kai left. How could they defeat the eighth-grade?

If I had known this, it would have been better to stay all of them and fight with all my might. Although there are only more than 30 elderly, weak, sick and disabled people, if they work together, they can exert a lot of power.

However, it is meaningless to think about these things at this time. When they found that the eighth grade vitality was revived, everyone was ready to leave. No one expected that these eighth grade Mo Tu would recover so quickly.

In the quiet void, Yang Kai held the Canglong Spear and silently stared at the figure walking out of the battlefield.

He is indeed an eighth-grade Motu.

The whole body of ink was covered with power, and a huge bulge on his shoulder made the eighth-grade ink disciple look like he had two heads. There was a strong ink-like power surging in the bulge, which seemed extremely violent.

His attack was interrupted by Yang Kai before, resulting in no success, which obviously made him a little angry. His eyes stared at Yang Kai with a gloomy look, and his eyes were full of murderous intent: "I can save others, can you save yourself?"

Yang Kai said in a low voice: "Then you have to try it to find out."

While saying that, he quietly took out a World Fruit and took it.

Although he has recovered some strength, now he has to face an eighth grade, he still has to adjust his state to the best.
Chapter completed!