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If the countless pikes before were poisonous needles, then this black pike was a huge pike of Ling Tian. It was filled with killing intent, and it even brought with it an irresistible pressure.

The huge black spear was almost instantly condensed and slashed down towards the martial artists below without any fancy tricks. The wind carried by the spear blew away the blue bricks on the ground, and the faces of the martial artists were even more distorted.

"Everyone take this attack together." It was unknown who shouted first, but the originally dazed Martial Masters focused their eyes and felt a trace of fear. They circulated their true energy and used their strongest attacks. In an instant, all kinds of true energy gushed out, causing them to appear colorful and extremely gorgeous.

The combined attack of nearly thirty Martial Masters could be said to be extremely terrifying. In an instant, it formed an illusionary huge sword made of zhen qi, chopping at Yi Feng's huge black spear.

The young man's attack had already surpassed the limits of a Martial Master. It could even be said that when a Primary Grandmaster faced this attack, they would have to give up.

Just as the huge spear and sword were about to collide, Yi Feng's lips slightly parted as a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Bang ?"

The collision was like a thunderbolt, and the sound of exploding thunder could be heard. The collision even produced an intense white light, and those with tyrannical strength could see the space being torn apart immediately, healing in an instant. However, the next moment, it was torn apart by a violent force.

Almost at the same instant the white light flashed, the spectators in the stands all closed their eyes as if it were a conditioned reflex. However, at the moment they closed their eyes, they vaguely saw a black shadow flash on the field.

Almost everyone was injured. Although it was not serious, it affected the fighting ability below the arena. They were prepared to adjust their breathing and begin fighting, but in the next moment, their complexions turned extremely pale as a mournful scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire arena.

Dozens of black figures with all kinds of weapons attacked, and the warriors of the local alliance were all powerless to fight back. They had just used their full strength, and before they could even catch their breath, they were ambushed by a sneak attack.

The sound of weapons clashing could be heard until the white light completely disappeared, when everyone saw the scene on the battlefield, they couldn't help but feel annoyed. At this time, corpses were strewn all over the place, and most of them were from the local Alliance.

Nearly thirty Martial Masters stood around the dozens of warriors from the local alliance, preparing for the final kill. Not far away, a young man in a white robe stood with a spear in hand. His clothes were fluttering in the wind.

"Kill!" Fighting was not something he could do. These people had to die, or else they would not be able to leave the Million Dou City. Yi Feng had sent a sound transmission to his subordinates to prepare for a sneak attack long before the two weapons clashed. Although the huge spear could not kill these warriors in a single strike, it was enough to hold them back for a moment.

Before he finished speaking, those black robed martial artists had already begun their final slaughter. As time passed, more bodies fell and blood splattered onto the green bricks.

In order to prevent the Martial Masters from the local alliance from choosing to self-destruct, the black robed cultivators had to split up and kill them one by one.

Yi Feng did not participate in the battle. The battle below did not have any suspense. Looking at the broken body on the ground, blood flowed like a stream. Yi Feng was silent. This was a battle of life and death.

If Yi Feng had a choice, he wouldn't want to fight like this. Not only would his enemies die, but his subordinates would also die along with him. Perhaps he would be the next one, but these were not his choices, he could only try his best to protect the people around him and let them live.

This was a massacre, without any ability to fight back. The vast majority of the fallen warriors from the local alliance only had a few people who were still persisting, but that was all for nothing. Death was waving at them.

Yi Feng kept his long spear, and silently came to the body of a warrior from the Alliance. He took out an ordinary storage ring and put the body into it.

He wanted to bring these warriors back to Half Moon City, where they had family and friends with them. Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Yi Feng's sadness increased.

Almost no one looked at the fight below. They all watched as the youth in white put away the corpses. They couldn't help but be confused: this seemingly God-Slaying youth actually had a soft spot in his heart.

When the last local alliance member fell, Yi Feng also put away the body of his last brother. This time, 43 people died in the Alliance's battle, and 150 people died in the Alliance's battle.

Fresh blood slowly dripped down from the sword and dripped onto the green bricks, as if the dripping sound had entered into the hearts of everyone present. People would only remember the victors, and those who died would be slowly forgotten.

Yi Feng's eyes turned cold. He looked at the female host and said coldly, "I wonder if we can leave?"

How could this host care about the deaths of these people? She was only hosting a battle. Towards this kind of person, Yi Feng did not have the slightest bit of good impression.

"Of course." The female host's gaze changed as she spoke in a faint voice. The youth looked at him with killing intent, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Looking at the fallen enemies around him, Yi Feng said softly, "Let's go."

The remaining twenty-eight Martial Masters sheathed their weapons and followed Yi Feng with a sad look on their faces. They had obtained victory in the fight, but their dead brothers would never come back.

As these martial artists looked at the blood-clothed youth walking in front of them, they couldn't help but reveal expressions of reverence and gratitude. Without this youth, they would have fallen on the ground.

He had just returned to the resting room and saw the remaining warriors. Yi Feng said in a low voice, "I have tried my best."

These warriors all knew what Yi Feng meant. They all kneeled down and said respectfully, "If there is no commander, then there is no us. We vow to follow the leader until our death."

Yi Feng waved his hand and said softly, "I, Yi Feng, have said that I will bring you home. This is my responsibility."

These martial artists were all silent. Although they were older than Yi Feng, this young man was like an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life. He was able to see through everything even more clearly than they could.

"Maybe it won't be that simple this time." Yi Feng was the first to leave the arena as he muttered to himself.

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