Chapter 1089 Zhang Xing Explains His Doubts

Zhang Xing explains

At this time, everyone in the Council Hall of Glory Fortress had already seen the final stage.

"That's Wen Tianxia!"

"Lu Yuan!"

"There are more than 10,000 seventh-order flying dragons!"

"Mage Legion!"

“…”

Everyone called out the people kneeling around the handsome tent one after another.

Although the face is no longer humanoid, characters of various levels can be seen from the clothing.

It's really terrifying.

What happened that caused the Grand Marshal and Deputy Marshal of the Jinghong Army, as well as all the high-ranking figures, to kneel on the ground and turn into mummies.

"There are no traces of Zhang San and the others fighting here."

Liad searched through the scenes in the video, but could not find any trace of group attack magic.

But Zhang Sansan clearly knew what was going on here.

And they were the only ones who came back alive.

"Hurry up and ask Mr. Zhang San to come and talk!"

Liard desperately wants to know what happened to the Jinghong Army.

"No need to invite, I'm here."

Zhang Xing's faint voice came from outside the hall.

Uh-huh!

Everyone in the hall looked towards the door.

Only three figures appeared in front of them.

Zhang Xing, Ruan Mei, Keqila.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Zhang!"

Liad and others stood up at the same time and greeted them politely.

After Zhang Xing and the others sat down, Liad couldn't wait to ask.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhang, about the more than 400 million Jinghong Army and their general..."

"Oh, you want to ask how they died?"

Zhang Xing picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

"Yes, we sent people to see it. Everyone in the Jinghong Army was too dead.

Weird. "

Liard said.

"Haha! They were killed by their own people."

"It can also be said that he died at the hands of their military god."

Zhang Xing put down his tea cup, yesterday's scene appeared in his mind, and he sneered in his heart, it was his own fault!

"What do you mean by this?"

Everyone looked at each other, and Liad said in confusion.

"Wen Tianxia is a summoner. In order to kill a few of us, he summoned the devil from hell."

"In the end, the devil in hell sucked all the essence and blood first, which saved us from taking action."

Everyone seemed to understand, but they could all understand the general meaning of what Zhang Xing said.

They knew that there was a Summoner profession, but they only read about it from the classics.

No one has ever seen with their own eyes what the Summoner can conjure.

Besides, the records in the classics are not detailed, so no one will go

Pay special attention to these.

"What is a hell demon?"

The Deputy Lord of Doha couldn't help but ask.

"A race from a foreign land, its strength is about half of the Eight-Star Venerable Realm."

"The innate skill is bloodthirsty. Those people died after being drained of their blood by him."

Zhang Xing explained.

"What? Half a step to the Eight-Star Venerable Realm?"

Everyone froze in horror.

Is Wen Tianxia crazy? He dared to summon a foreign demon and risk his life?

Oh, yes, he is already dead. It seems he really doesn’t want to die.

However, this was not his original intention. Who would choose such a troublesome way to die?

If the seven-star or above Venerable Realm experts in the Eastern Continent knew this, they would definitely work tirelessly to cross the ocean to destroy Wen Tianxia.

He who is halfway to the realm of Eight-Star Venerable is not an ordinary person in the Eastern Continent.

Things.

They come at random, although they cannot be as powerful as the hell demons.

But killing an army of hundreds of millions will not waste much time.

"Then where did the devil from hell go in the end?"

Doha asked tactfully.

Since Zhang San was there the whole time, it was impossible for the hell demons not to see them.

But why didn't they die?