The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2939 Nine-Tailed Fox Clan During The Daytime

The nine-tailed ghost cat squatted on the man's shoulders, with its nine big tails dangling behind him, and his eyes were staring at the daylight.

With eagerness in his eyes, he wanted to go down and see what the woman had just used.

The feeling that the Nine-Tailed Ghost Cat mentioned was actually felt by men too, but his will was firmer, and that feeling was fleeting.

A storm was spinning in his mind at a high speed, and he seemed to have caught a ray of light.

Such a special law, he couldn't help muttering to himself, a shadow of a law quickly flashed across his mind, and finally his eyes were fixed.

Wait, isn't it the law of fate?
His expression was a little horrified. The law of fate, which is so difficult to be grasped by others, can be comprehended by others.

The nine-tailed celestial fox, whether it is cultivation or all aspects of quality, is top-notch in the beast realm.

There is even humanity, the Nine-tailed Tianhu clan is a race protected by the heavens in the beast realm.

During the day, he tightened his grip on Yuanshan, his face still expressionless.

She was able to persist for three breaths, which was the longest duration compared to usual. In fact, every time Yuansi was released, it took a lot of effort to trap the enemy.

The three-breath time is the best time she can control. If it wasn't for this limitation, why wouldn't she use Yuansi to control all the enemies directly, and then let her own beasts go alone? Aspects of massacre.

After Yuansi, who controlled the enemy, disappeared, Tiantian didn't stop. She looked at the battlefield with cold eyes.

The Yuanshan in his hand swung out again, and a blue light was misty. This time, the blue light had turned into strands of silk thread before it was released. It didn't go towards the enemy, but towards the beast domain. People are entangled.

The blue silk was entwined, and all the orcs who were fighting the enemy were evacuated back to the defense line. Even the corpses of the dead orcs were all brought back by the blue silk.

Their own people were killed indiscriminately, and the people in the temple who broke away from the control, before they had time to fight back, the people in front of them disappeared from their front with a whoosh.

When they were watching, they were the only ones left in the bloody battlefield, and the mess all over the ground. They stood there blankly one by one, a bit like lost prey, wolves with dazed faces.

One of the ghost-faced men who is obviously the leader in the front has a gloomy complexion. His eyes swept towards the Beast Realm camp. The depths of his eyes were full of evil spirits. He was holding a pitch-black sickle in his hand. The blood kept dripping down, and the ground under his feet could no longer see its original color, with traces of dampness, dark red, obviously soaked in blood.

He roared angrily, and was about to take his own people and rush into the enemy's camp without saying a word, intending to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

It's just that he had just put on a posture, and before he had time to gather his hands, a voice sounded in his mind.

"retreat."

Only one word.

The leading ghost-masked man was a little reluctant, but because it was an order from an adult, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and waved at the people behind him, "Back me!"

As soon as he issued this order, all the people in the Holy Temple on the battlefield were stunned. They looked at each other and stood there in a daze, without reacting immediately.

After all, they are in charge of this war. Although there was an accident in the middle, they don't think that the other party will be able to release such a big move in the future.

Obviously they agreed before, let them win the Beast Realm in one go, just give up because of a small accident in the middle?

Originally, because of being restrained, the people of the Holy Temple who were overpowered by those weak ants were all suffocated.

(End of this chapter)