Chapter 638 Bewitched (1) Supplement

Pingcheng, which was once peaceful and comfortable, has turned into a Shura hell today.

Corpses and bloodstains can be seen everywhere on the ground. The high-level monsters are killing every human being in front of them, and the low-level monsters are also re-entering the battlefield. .

The young children opened their terrified eyes, clumsily biting their paws with immature teeth. They didn't know what happened. The only thing they understood was that they wanted to fight and use all possible means to attack everything in front of them. Yaozu.

A ferocious low-level monster ran to the child's side, bit the child's calf, frantically tore and shook his head, large swathes of blood flowed from the child's thin leg, and the severe pain made him cry It slid down the eye sockets, but he refused to let go of his clenched teeth.

Yaozu killed his parents, he wants revenge, he won't let go...

"Bastard! Die to me!" The white-haired old man picked up the stone beside him and slammed it on the head of the monster!

Brains splashed all over, and the old man hurriedly dragged the trembling child.

A shadow shrouded the head of the old and young.

The high-level monster stepped on it, and the blood burst under its feet. At its feet, there was still the bloody, bloody child's leg that was bitten...

The bloody scene took place in every corner of Pingcheng. The Wolf Smoke Legion desperately resisted the attack of the demon clan. The injured people were dragged to the side of the house. The smell of blood filled their nostrils, and more people climbed to the top of the side of the building. , jumped down from a high place, and with the power of falling from a high altitude, inserted the farm tool in his hand into the body of the Yaozu.

Ten people can't exchange for one high-level demon clan.

One hundred people cannot exchange for one low-level demon clan.

However……

When this number reaches thousands of people, even the high-level monsters are rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and they are already full of scars.

These monster races never imagined that those ordinary people who would only tremble when they saw them would one day fight them desperately to the end.

There was chaos on the battlefield, and death everywhere made this place a hell.

Ji Fengyan was panting heavily, the hand holding the evil-breaking sword was already trembling faintly, the soybeans she took out from the farmhouse beside her had already been turned into vine figures, joining the battle, but the high-ranking demon clan The number is too much...

It's really too much...

In this battle, even though the number of monster races was not as large as in the Imperial College, the number of high-level monster races far exceeded that time.

The combat power of a high-level monster clan is as high as hundreds of low-level monster clans. Under such a battle, even a seasoned general will be killed.

Ji Fengyan clenched his teeth, chopped off a monster's head with his sword, and stretched out his hand to pull the child who was thrown to the ground by the monster.

Her gaze scanned the entire battlefield.

The casualties of the Wolf Smoke Legion were serious, and there were only a handful of people who could continue to support the battle. Now they can still stand there, fighting with a wave of faith.

【It's so pitiful...】

A voice containing laughter suddenly sounded from the depths of Ji Fengyan's soul.

Monsoon Yan was slightly shocked.

【do you need? I can lend you my strength. 】

It was the figure of the demon god.

[Save these poor lives, kill those ferocious monsters, I can help you. 】

A bewitching voice sounded from the bottom of Ji Fengyan's heart.