Chapter 2637 Dedicated to Death, as You Wish

The environment transformed by the Protoss, except for the Protoss and the Runes, no one can fundamentally restore it.

As long as Luo Chen takes one step into the Nine Nether Underworld, the Nine Nether Underworld will really come to an end.

"Brothers, fight! I would rather die than let Luo Chen take a step into the Nine Netherworld!"

The red and red mixed blood was bathed in blood, holding a big knife covered in blood and screaming loudly.

"That's right, this is the Nine Nether Underworld of Emperor Zun and the Demon Queen, and the Nine Nether Underworld of each of our demon races. I would rather die than lose a single bit of territory!"

Chi Chi's appeal received positive responses from the demons, even though many of them were seriously injured.

"You can't lose one point, brothers, good job, we Mo Clan, we Dragon Clan, we Wind Clan, we will live and die with you!"

Jun Mo's relatives and companions have always fought side by side with the demon army.

Everyone exchanged glances with each other, seeing the blood on the faces of all the companions and the same heroic spirit of fighting to the end at all costs, they began to laugh.

"Brothers kill!"

The morale of the demon army was rekindled, and they rushed towards the spirit army.

"Hmph, Feng Yehan is a traitor!"

Luo Chen saw Feng Yehan and Fengzu were in the army of the demons, and the murderous aura rose in his heart.

A strong murderous emotion raged wildly in his heart.

He wants to kill, he wants to kill Feng Yehan and all the traitors like Feng Clan!

With a flick of Luo Chen's sleeve, more lightning balls poured down, hitting the demon army.

Crackling electric arcs flickered, sizzle currents sounded, and clusters of purple light exploded.

Although each of the demons tried their best to avoid the attack of Luo Chen's lightning ball, more demons were hit by the lightning ball, and they were turned into ashes before they could even groan.

The number of the demon army is decreasing sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The demon army that survived by luck is now less than 10,000 people, and they are still indomitable, but their fighting spirit is getting higher and higher.

"Hmph, I want to see how long you can last."

With a flick of Luo Chen's sleeve, countless balls of lightning and light poured down.

Soon, the number of the demon army, counting the Mo clan, dragon clan, Feng clan and Feng Yunqi on the battlefield, was less than a thousand people.

Less than a thousand people left the vast and open battlefield extremely empty.

People who didn't know saw it, and couldn't believe it. This team of less than a thousand people was once a brave and fierce army of demons.

"Hahahaha! Demons, and you traitors of the Spirit Race, kneel down and kowtow to me for mercy, maybe I'm in a good mood, so I'll spare you."

Luo Chen stepped on the phantom of the golden dragon, looked at the demon army with less than a thousand people below, and started laughing arrogantly.

This is Di Lingtian's demon army, completely vulnerable!

"Luo Chen, you despicable villain, don't even think about it!"

"Even if we are killed by your lightning ball, we are not willing to beg for mercy from you, a filthy person!"

Luo Chen's words immediately ushered in fierce resistance from the demon army.

Their eyes were wide open, wishing they could go forward and tear Luo Chen to pieces.

"Very well, since you all want to die, I will do as you wish!"

Luo Chen smiled instead of anger, murderous aura surged around his body, and he tore the void behind him, revealing a black hole with a diameter of 100 meters and a width of 100 meters.

Lightning spheres with a diameter of more than 100 meters were ready to go. As long as Luo Chen had a thought, the spheres of lightning would arrive in an instant and burn these people to ashes.