King of the Fairy City

The second wave of beasts came quickly and ended quickly, but there was some loss of strength. The overall result was satisfactory to the senior leaders.

The demon cultivators of the third and fourth echelons were still in fear and terrified.

The second wave of beasts had reached thousands of Yuanying demon beasts and tens of thousands of Jindan demon beasts. God knows how terrifying the beasts will be in the future. They only know that if they continue like this, they will all perish here sooner or later.

After the beast tide passed, dozens of flying warships gave orders to push the battle line into the abyss of the demon domain. The 100,000 warships of the third echelon opened the way in front. When they encountered sporadic demon beasts, they directly opened fire and blasted them into dust.

One hundred thousand small magical warships crushed all the way, and almost encountered no decent resistance. All the demon beasts collapsed at the touch of a button. The process was so smooth that it was unbelievable.

However, it is not the time to be happy yet. The battle line has advanced less than 100,000 miles and is still a long way from the bottom of the abyss. No one knows what will happen in the next process.

The battle line has been pushed so deep that it has become a threat to the Jindan-stage cultivators, who can easily fall here.

At this moment, on the Qingmo small sect warship, a group of top-level Yuanying cultivators and several white-haired old men sat together. Among them, Xiahou Jun, who was a Yuanying cultivator, sat on the first seat, frowning slightly and saying nothing.

"Young Sect Master, order the Jindan cultivators of our Shiba Sect to withdraw. With the next wave of beast tide, it will be difficult for these Jindan-stage cultivators to play a role, and it will waste the power of our Shiba Sect in vain."

A Yuanying cultivator advised.

"Nonsense! War is not a child's play. How can you withdraw just because you want to? Other sects did not retreat, but our Shiba Sect was scared and ran away with its tail between its legs. What a disgrace." A gray-robed old man with white hair and beard scolded repeatedly. It seemed that he was talking to the Yuanying cultivator, but in fact he was telling Xiahou Jun not to think about withdrawing the Jindan cultivators.

"Old man, have you got your brain eaten by a dog? Others are unwilling to withdraw, what does it have to do with us? Everyone can see the current situation clearly. The third echelon will surely be defeated in the next wave of beast tide. In this case, why not integrate the Yuanying cultivators and fight the monsters? Leaving the Jindan cultivators here will only drag down the army."

The other old man in a red robe was hot-tempered and started to scold. The old man in a gray robe shrank his head and simply kept silent.

The two old men were from the elders of the Qingmo Small Sect and the elders of the Shiba Sect. When the two of them spoke, no one could interrupt except the other elders of the same status and Xiahou Jun.

After a leisurely glance out of the window, Xiahou Jun was sure that the third wave of beast tide was coming and the signal that the third echelon would be defeated was so strong, but no one still withdrew the Jindan cultivators and continued to maintain the formation to advance the front line.

There is no doubt that the ten small sects of the Shiba Sect have people like the gray-robed elder, including the Blood Demon Sect and the Moon Worship Sect. There are definitely people like this who are either stupid or have ulterior motives.

Other forces and other people have no intention of withdrawing the Jindan monks. Even if Xiahou Jun wants to do so, it is difficult to do it alone. Instead, it will leave a handle, which will be very disadvantageous for him to ascend to the position of the sect master in the future.

After pondering for a long time, Xiahou Jun gave an order: "They said that at least the third wave of beast tide must be swept away, so let's wait until the third wave of beast tide passes. At that time, the Jindan monks must be withdrawn no matter what."

"Also, order the scouts to carefully observe any disturbances within a radius of 20,000 to 30,000 miles. Once there is any change, report it quickly."

Xiahou Jun did this, which was not a solution.

Although the power controlled by the Immovable City was slightly insufficient in attacking the abyss, in fact, this power was very terrifying.

Just like now, regarding the question of whether to withdraw the Jindan monks, many monks are inclined to withdraw, but they are affected by the power controlled by the Immovable City, which prevents them from withdrawing the Jindan monks. Their power is enough to influence most of the major decisions of the Southern Demon.

The Southern Demon Army continued to advance forward. The senior officials did not reveal any news, but the people below had guessed some of it. While complaining painfully, they did everything they could to defend the warships, hoping to survive the beast tide.

One hundred thousand warships continued to move forward. In the anxious waiting of many Jindan and Yuanying monks, the battle line quickly advanced to more than 300,000 miles, killing countless monsters along the way, and the vigilance of the Jindan and Yuanying monks gradually relaxed.

After advancing thousands of miles, a mountain thousands of feet high suddenly appeared in front of the army. This mountain was extremely inconsistent with the surrounding environment. It appeared here, like a crane standing out among chickens.

"No, we have a map of this route, and it says there are no mountains here. Send an order quickly, and tell them not to act rashly."

Many people on the Qingmo clan warship, as well as on the warships of other forces and sects, found something wrong and gave stern orders almost at the same time.

However, it was too late.

Before the order was passed down, some of the many small magical warships seemed to be so obsessed with leveling mountains and beasts that they did not wait for the warship to issue an order, and "boom" a dazzling fire blasted at the mountain.

The power of the spiritual cannon was not small. With one shot, the mountain collapsed directly, and the upper half of the mountain fell towards the 100,000 warships.

It was just a mountain, and it was nothing for many warships to be hit, so none of these warships avoided it. The huge half of the mountain fell down and smashed into pieces on the mana shield.

It was originally a mountain peak. Except for the senior executives who noticed something was wrong, no one else felt anything was wrong. When they saw the mountain peak shattering, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

However, what was unbelievable was that within the shattered mountain peak, there was a "buzzing" sound, an overwhelming golden and blue luster, and the sound of the flapping wings as hard as a knife gathered together, deafening.

What's even more frightening is that these golden beetles arrived too suddenly and were so close to the third echelon. At the moment when the mountain peak shattered, countless golden beetles had already climbed onto each small magical warship, sucking madly at the food on them. Reiki.

Immediately afterwards, on the remaining half of the mountain peak, a layer of gold and blue appeared quickly on the cut section, and then infinite holy golden beetles rose into the sky, filling the entire sky and earth in an instant, and rushed towards countless small magical wars. Boat.

The holy golden beetles that appeared this time were more than twice as big as the last insect wave that Ye Mo encountered. There were hundreds of millions of them. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to count them, making people feel their scalp numb.

So many holy golden beetles swarmed up and quickly sucked up the spiritual energy on more than a dozen small magical warships, and then sucked all the golden elixir monks and Yuanying monks on board clean?

However, these holy golden beetles seemed to have other purposes. They did not really suck up the demonic cultivators. Instead, they sucked out their vitality and mana. Their blood was contaminated into dirty blood and splashed in the void.

Such a terrifying scene made countless monks couldn't help but scream in shock. They wanted to escape from the warship, but they couldn't escape at all. The Nascent Soul monk who controlled the token felt that it was safe inside the ship.

Some of them successfully rushed out of the warship, but their speed was a little slower. The holy golden beetles that were chased up swallowed up their vitality and mana alive, and the blood in their bodies spilled into the void.

"Holy Scarab?"

As a member of the first echelon, Ye Mo had already retreated to the rear, but this did not prevent him from observing the situation ahead.

With such a large number of holy golden beetles, Ye Mo was even sure that if the third echelon alone was here, the whole army would be annihilated. This was no longer something that the army could easily deal with.

In addition, no matter how Ye Mo looked at it, he felt that these golden beetles seemed to have set up an ambush here deliberately, and they caught the hundred thousand warships off guard.

After all, the route is chosen by the senior management. No matter how stupid the senior management is, they will not choose a route that is obviously obstructed by huge mountains, right?

But if it was a deliberate ambush, what was hidden behind it would be terrifying. What kind of existence could actually control the Holy Golden Beetle?

In this short moment of thinking, holy golden beetles were still pouring out from the intersection of the giant mountain, and the number continued to increase. In the blink of an eye, they were tightly wrapped around tens of thousands of small magical warships, and more and more monks were sucked in. Do it without any resistance.

Behind the 100,000 small magical warships, dozens of flying warships also exploded. No one expected that they would encounter such misfortune when they attacked the abyss of the Demon Realm.

The swarm of holy golden beetles can be said to be one of the most terrifying disasters in the Demonic Abyss. It is not impossible to forcefully break through, but the losses will definitely be unprecedentedly huge.

For a time, the senior leaders of each sect were unable to make a decision, not knowing whether to return or move forward.

"Oh, God's will. We happened to encounter a holy golden beetle coming out to look for food. It's because we are not lucky enough. Let's give up. We can go as far as we can."

On the Blue Demon Xiaozong battleship, the gray-robed old man sighed hypocritically.

As he spoke, he actually wanted to abandon such a huge fleet of one hundred thousand warships. At this moment, even Xia Houjun couldn't help it.

"Elder Wang, no one will think you are mute if you don't speak."

After scolding the gray-robed old man, Xia Houjun glanced at the Yuanying and the incarnation monks present, and asked: "Who wants to stay?"

"I don't want to."

"I do."

"I am willing."

…

Except for another Venerable God Transformation who objected, the others chose to stay.

Later, Xia Houjun communicated with the senior officials of other small sects of the Corpse Demon Sect, and after some discussions, it was immediately decided that all the monks would take action to resist the tide of holy golden beetles.

After learning this result, Elder Wang and others were furious, but they had no choice but to influence the decisions of the senior officials.

Not long after, dozens of flying warships suddenly surged in momentum, and terrifying auras beyond the twelfth level swept out one after another. Incomparably dazzling lights of various colors covered the sky and the sun, almost cutting off everyone's eyes and ears.

At this time, nearly half of the 100,000 small Shen Tong-class warships had been sucked dry, and countless dirty blood sprayed out, stained by the demonic energy, and floated in all directions.