410: C410 The Whole Team Was Wiped out

C410 The Whole Team Was Wiped out

Along the way, Ye Feng found smoke everywhere in Lanze Continent. Countless small and medium-sized cities were no longer as prosperous as before. Instead, they were filled with fear and anxiety.

All of this had happened because of him, or perhaps he was just a catalyst.

As soon as the light faded, Ye Feng pondered for a moment in the clouds. Then, he changed direction and headed straight for the lifeline of Fallen Cloud Sect, Jiayu Pass.

He knew that the empire was supporting the east, and once Jiayu Pass was forced to the west, the entire war would be lost.

As he expected, Jiayu Pass was being attacked by the Nether Hall's army.

"This is a trap!" Lin Yue cursed in his heart as he looked around with a cold gaze.

Ever since Zhoulong's army appeared, an Iron Armored Army had emerged from the desert. There were tens of thousands of them, and it was impossible to count how many of them there were.

This iron armored army wore pitch-black armor, and there was no aura of life on its body. Surprisingly, it was a war puppet!

It was precisely because of the body of the puppet that Lin Yue did not notice the flow of True Qi.

More than five hundred thousand soldiers of the puppet army surrounded the battlefield almost in a moment. The puppets were a few feet taller than warriors, and each of them had the strength of an Earth Soul Stage Minor Heavenly Grade.

They were large in number, and their cultivation bases were strong!

There were three warships of Nether Hall, and on the main ship in the middle, there were three mighty warriors with bloody ghost faces on their faces. They were quietly watching the army of dummies shrink in size.

A strong man waved his hand, and nearly a hundred thousand disciples of Nether Hall jumped down from the three warships. They stepped on the yellow sand and rushed into the encirclement.

"These war puppets are really useful. It's just that the price is too expensive!" A red-haired expert sighed with emotion.

In order to gather these five hundred thousand puppets, the Nether Hall's accumulated wealth of over a thousand years had been emptied. That was why they invited them from outer space to the Mo family to create them!

As for exactly how much money they spent, they had no way of knowing. It was handled by the master of the Nether Hall. They only knew that this huge sum was unimaginable!

The sudden attack of the puppet army had messed up Zhoulong's rhythm. Hundreds of thousands of disciples were trapped in the encirclement.

The cultivation base of the Fallen Cloud Sect disciples was uneven. How could they be a match for this group of strange puppets?

Clang ~

Feng Ziran's sharp claws slashed across the chest of one of the dummies, but it only left three deep and shallow marks on its armor. It didn't even hurt the internal formation of the dummies.

One had to know that her claw contained at least five thousand jin of strength.

Glancing around, Feng Ziran's face turned pale! Out of the one hundred and thirty thousand disciples, there were less than seventy thousand left. Corpses were everywhere.

What was even more terrifying was that the puppet army had surrounded them, forming a mysterious formation outside. There was no way for them to break the formation and escape.

Only Luoke, Zhoulong, and a few other few thousand people could destroy a few of these iron armored dummies from time to time.

Everything had fallen into a passive situation.

Every time Lin Yue attacked, he would use his palm to shatter a few of the metal armored dummies. With his Heavenly Soul Stage cultivation base, he naturally wouldn't be trapped by these dummies.

But if he left, how could he face these hundreds of thousands of dead souls?

Half an hour later ~

The puppet army slowly compressed, forcing everyone to the desert, stopping their attacks.

At this time, the Fallen Cloud Sect only had less than fifty thousand people left! As for the puppet Iron Armored Army, there were still four hundred and fifty thousand left.

Three Giant Barbarian Warship hovered in the sky above the puppet army, and a few hundred black muzzles were aimed at them.1

"Go! Capture those people in the lead!" The red-haired expert in the middle said indifferently.

"Why not kill them all?" The expert beside him asked doubtfully.

"Chen Yu will not let them go. Only by keeping these people alive will he be able to kill more people from the Fallen Cloud Sect! Besides, the army behind us hasn't caught up yet. I'm afraid it won't be appropriate for us to rush in recklessly! " Another expert said.

Soon, Feng Ziran, Lin Yue, Luoke and Zhoulong were all tied up by iron chains and brought to the deck of the warship.

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