The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1520
In addition, with more and more dead enemy troops, the effectiveness of the exclusive skill [Sacrifice Summon] of the Yellow Turban Peace Warlock Legion has been enhanced to the strongest...

Accompanied by the sound of a sentence of incomprehensible incantations, the bloody skeleton soldiers got up from the ground one by one, and then fought bloody battles again and again.

In the bloody battle, stand proudly, in the bloody battle, fight to the end, fight everything in the battle!
The scene suddenly becomes horrifying, the scene suddenly becomes terrifying, the scene suddenly becomes oppressive...

More and more corpses of elite cultivators from the dark faction Emperor Master Realm fell on the ground, and the casualties ranged from nearly a million to a real one million... 100 million... 120 million... more than half...

The battlefield at the left end has completely collapsed!
"Crazy... This is an army of madmen, we are not their opponents... Withdraw...Quickly evacuate! Keeping your own life is the most important thing!"

"Huchi...huchi...terrible...too terrifying, you can't even imagine how terrible it is...these cultivators of the light camp can't be killed at all...I just...I clearly chopped off half of his head just now, but in an instant It's back again..."

"This is a group of demons, they are all demons! Fighting demons...we are not worthy!"

"We only deployed 300 million troops on the left side of the enemy's battlefield, and now more than half of them are dead or injured. If we continue to fight, we will all die..."

"But... but the deputy suzerain and the red-robed dark envoy are staring at us, we can't escape..."

"Hehe... As long as you are willing, there will be no battlefield you can't escape from? As long as we are united as one, everything will be fine..."

"It's better to save your own life than to wait for death..."

"If you want to die, I can't stop it, anyway, I'm going to slip away..."

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The cultivators of the dark camp have always been known for being brave and fearless, but they are not impregnable walls, nor do they have indestructible bodies. They are all living beings, and they are all normal flesh and blood!
When the proportion of casualties expands to a certain level, they will also fear, panic, and be at a loss... so that in the end they can only flee humblely...

Such thoughts churned in my mind, and the desire to escape became even stronger!
Death is like the wind... Is it the greatest glory to die in battle?

That's what I said, but when the bloody sword was placed on the neck, when bloody holes appeared on the body, when the pain made the complexion become hideous...

When all these emerge, can you continue to persist in this idea?
This is a rout belonging to the army of the dark camp!
"It's overturned."

Fang Fan smiled slightly, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

At the left end of the battlefield, more than one million elite elites belonging to the dark camp fled in all directions, and the entire battlefield seemed to be revitalized...

The army of the light camp, which could only be beaten passively before, began to fight back gradually, and their morale skyrocketed!
But the elite of the dark faction who used to be as imposing as a rainbow are now a little slack...

One go at a time, then decline, three times exhausted... This is probably the state at this moment.

Although the troops of the light camp were a mess, after so long, the loose sand never completely disintegrated. On the contrary, they gradually gathered together after a lot of hard work.

And at this moment, the seemingly powerful iron hammer actually cracked a corner...

The defeat of the army of the dark camp on the left battlefield gave the practitioners of the entire light camp the hope of a decisive victory.

(End of this chapter)