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Chapter 6112 6113 I will not show mercy!

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    Following the mournful roar of that demon face, streams of black mist gushed out of his mouth.  In a blink of an eye, the streaks of black mist turned into human-shaped phantoms, holding up the sword and giant axe, rushing towards Gu Fenghua like a tide.

    Those phantom human figures were dressed in old-style broken battle armor, and their limbs were also incomplete. Some even had only half of their heads left, but their eyes were full of murderous intent.

    The battle spirit of the Demon Race, this is the battle spirit left over from the battles of the Demon Race through the ages.

    Long before the birth of the Supreme Heaven, the demons were often tolerated by all races on all planes because of their temperament and cultivation skills. Since then, the demons have experienced many slaughters, and they do not know how many strong people there are.  Die in war.

    Unlike other races that enter reincarnation after death, many demons still linger after death because of their different cultivation methods, guarding their descendants for generations.

    For the Demon Race themselves, they are the ancestral heroic spirits, but for other races, they are lingering nightmares.

    Although their cultivation was greatly damaged after death, they knew no pain and no mercy, and all they could remember were killing and loyalty to the demons.

    Such a warrior is undoubtedly the most terrifying killing machine in the world.

    No one thought that Yun Wutian, with his ninth-rank Huasheng cultivation base, would actually summon the demon war spirit against Gu Fenghua, who was a sixth-rank Huasheng in the war zone. He would think highly of her too much.

    One after another, the war spirits of the demon race held their swords and giant axes high, and let out screams of resentment and resentment like ghosts and ghosts.  Although it was just a battle between two people, at this moment, everyone seemed to be in an ancient battlefield with thousands of troops.

    The ear-piercing howl pierced the soul like a sharp knife, and the blood in Lin Yujing and the others was also ignited, and the holy spirit boiled with it.  It stands to reason that in this case their combat power will also be greatly improved, but this is not the case.

    The boiling holy energy flowed through the meridians crazily, and they were not under their control at all. In just a moment, the meridians burst open, and blood spots quickly soaked out of the holy robe, blooming like blood-colored flower buds.

    If you can't even control your own holy energy, how can you have any combat power?

    It turns out that this is the real power of Heavenly Demon Luanwu!

    Just by watching from the outside, they have already come to this end, so what will be the end of Gu Fenghua in the midst of the battle?

    Looking at Gu Fenghua, Lin Yujing and others' eyes were tearing apart, as if they had seen the miserable scene where she was torn to pieces by the demon war spirits.

    "Patriarch Yun, show mercy!" Even Dongfang Yahan couldn't help shouting.

    "Stop it, she's only at the sixth rank of Saint Transformation!" Helian Xiongba and Shangguan Wange also exclaimed in unison.

    Obviously, they didn't expect that Yun Wutian would do his best to fight against mere sixth-rank Huasheng with his ninth-rank Huasheng cultivation base, and even summoned the demon war spirit.

    "I said, I won't show mercy!" Yun Wutian was unmoved, and the sword still slashed without hesitation.

    Seeing this, Lin Yujing and others were very anxious.  Even though they couldn't control the holy energy, they still rushed towards Gu Fenghua without hesitation.

    Just at this moment, a gloomy blood color shot up from Gu Fenghua's body.

    In an instant, the entire sky was covered with a faint blood color.

    The strange thing is that this blood color does not give people the slightest sense of coldness and eerieness, but instead brings a sense of warmth, tranquility and peace.

    Under the shroud of blood, all the fighting spirits of the demon race stopped, and the roar that pierced the souls of the gods also stopped, and the mutilated figures stood quietly in the midair like petrified.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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