The Black Mountain Demon Girl clenched her teeth. Such a desperate suicide attack was indeed terrifying and powerful. If she confronted him rashly, it would only usher in a tragic end.

"Fight while retreating! Stop him!"

After the Black Mountain Demon Fairy finished speaking, she stepped back, and at the same time directly slapped her with several spells in her hand.

The white-faced Rain Demon didn't dare to be careless, and he and the Black Mountain Demon Girl showed a two-way trend, retreating and fighting in the same way.

Looking at such a fierce battle in the sky, both Mo Yang and Dao Twelve's back molars were almost crushed.

They knew that Mo Beitian was taking his life to delay them.

"Brothers, either die or rush! Even if the knife is blunt, it will kill a bloody path for me!"

After saying that, Mo Yang raised his knife and charged into the dark enemy formation...

"Kill!~"

Knife Twelve directly pulled out the big knife, Xiexie licked the blood from the tip of the knife, smiled coldly, and killed him directly in the next second.

A litter will be raging, but a litter will be fierce naturally.

Following the recklessness of his three leaders, a group of his subordinates rushed out without blood, even though they had suffered heavy casualties.

Although it seems to hit a stone with an egg, when morale is high, why not stab an elephant with a knife? !

For a team of thousands of people, charge once, fail once, and reduce the number of people by a hundred.

Charged again, failed again, and cut down another hundred people.

However, just like the leaders Dao Twelve and Mo Yang are desperate, this team is also desperate.

If you fail once, then next time.

If you fail next time, then next time.

After charging six times in a row, there were less than three hundred people left behind Dao Twelve and Mo Yang.

This is an ace division, the most elite unit in the Mysterious People Alliance.

But in the face of the siege of the crowd, it is still difficult to resist.

However, the opponent was obviously not much better. The originally thick wall of the crowd was forced out of a huge concave shape.

Stopped, many battles stopped, and they all stopped and looked at this side.

Those elite soldiers who were within the charging range also slowly put down their knives.

Everyone is afraid of fierceness, but everyone is more afraid of death.

No one wants to be the target of the next charge, because the enemy will die, and so will he.

Some were trembling, and some were worried, but they were all so consistent that no one blocked those concave gaps.

Even, the people at the end of the concave gap have already begun to retreat slowly.

"This group of guys...fuck, what good did Han Sanqian do them to deserve their lives?" Ye Shijun was obviously shocked by the spirit of such a dead man, and he frowned incomprehensibly.

For a stakeholder like him, it is naturally difficult to understand the cohesion and blood in a team, and it is even more difficult to understand that there is something called emotion. JrNovels.com