Chapter: 4332
As soon as Wei Ling's killing move came out, it directly achieved the effect of clearing the field.
The warriors who just rushed up were killed or injured at once, and had no power to resist.
"This... How is this possible?!"
Han Tian was so scared that his eyelids twitched and cold sweat kept coming out.
Under the restrictions of the seal formation, even a strong man at the level of a grandmaster could not exert his due strength.
But Wei Ling relied on a pot of wine to display his magical powers far beyond his own cultivation.
Obviously only at the grandmaster level, but the move of wandering in the eight wastelands just now had the power of a grandmaster.
If it happens again, everyone, including him, will die without a burial place.
"Return!"
At this time, Wei Ling took a deep breath, and the thousands of phantoms that shot out were immediately retracted into his body.
Then, Wei Ling's face turned red and white, and his breath became much heavier.
It was obvious that the Divine Journey in the Eight Wastelands just now consumed a lot of energy. With his cultivation sealed, performing it once was already the limit.
There were only a few warriors who were still capable of fighting on the field. Including the six black-robed men and Han Tian, there were only more than ten people.
The six black-robed men with the highest combat power had been completely restrained by Lu Chen and could not spare any effort to support him.
Among the remaining few people, only Han Tian was a little threatening. The other warriors were already scared and did not dare to approach at all.
"Han Tian, if you know what's good for you, get out of here. Otherwise, these corpses will be your fate!" Wei Ling said coldly.
He was now exhausted of his energy and spirit. If he continued to fight, he might not be able to get an advantage. If he could drive the other party away, it would be the best.
"Lord Han, what should we do? Should we retreat first?" Huang Dong covered his chest with a panicked look on his face.
There were hundreds of people before he came, but now all of them were dead or injured. He no longer had the courage to fight.
"Why are you panicking? Wei Ling just used his magical power and is now a dying candle in the wind. Don't be scared by him!" Han Tian frowned and stared at Wei Ling.
He could see that Wei Ling had just consumed a lot of energy, otherwise he would have taken advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy. Why waste his breath?
"That's what you said, but our people are almost dead. We won't get any advantage if we continue to fight. Why don't we retreat temporarily and make a long-term plan?" Huang Dong asked tentatively.
"Make a long-term plan? Fuck you!"
Han Tian was angry. He raised his hand and slapped Huang Dong in the face, shouting: "If this mission fails, we will die. Anyone who dares to retreat will only die!" JrNovels.com
The warriors who just rushed up were killed or injured at once, and had no power to resist.
"This... How is this possible?!"
Han Tian was so scared that his eyelids twitched and cold sweat kept coming out.
Under the restrictions of the seal formation, even a strong man at the level of a grandmaster could not exert his due strength.
But Wei Ling relied on a pot of wine to display his magical powers far beyond his own cultivation.
Obviously only at the grandmaster level, but the move of wandering in the eight wastelands just now had the power of a grandmaster.
If it happens again, everyone, including him, will die without a burial place.
"Return!"
At this time, Wei Ling took a deep breath, and the thousands of phantoms that shot out were immediately retracted into his body.
Then, Wei Ling's face turned red and white, and his breath became much heavier.
It was obvious that the Divine Journey in the Eight Wastelands just now consumed a lot of energy. With his cultivation sealed, performing it once was already the limit.
There were only a few warriors who were still capable of fighting on the field. Including the six black-robed men and Han Tian, there were only more than ten people.
The six black-robed men with the highest combat power had been completely restrained by Lu Chen and could not spare any effort to support him.
Among the remaining few people, only Han Tian was a little threatening. The other warriors were already scared and did not dare to approach at all.
"Han Tian, if you know what's good for you, get out of here. Otherwise, these corpses will be your fate!" Wei Ling said coldly.
He was now exhausted of his energy and spirit. If he continued to fight, he might not be able to get an advantage. If he could drive the other party away, it would be the best.
"Lord Han, what should we do? Should we retreat first?" Huang Dong covered his chest with a panicked look on his face.
There were hundreds of people before he came, but now all of them were dead or injured. He no longer had the courage to fight.
"Why are you panicking? Wei Ling just used his magical power and is now a dying candle in the wind. Don't be scared by him!" Han Tian frowned and stared at Wei Ling.
He could see that Wei Ling had just consumed a lot of energy, otherwise he would have taken advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy. Why waste his breath?
"That's what you said, but our people are almost dead. We won't get any advantage if we continue to fight. Why don't we retreat temporarily and make a long-term plan?" Huang Dong asked tentatively.
"Make a long-term plan? Fuck you!"
Han Tian was angry. He raised his hand and slapped Huang Dong in the face, shouting: "If this mission fails, we will die. Anyone who dares to retreat will only die!" JrNovels.com
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