Chapter 918

"Oh, that's right." Wan Shengdao was not surprised to hear that Xiang Ning went to the battlefield, but he was just a little emotional. It would be great if he really had such a strong man under his command. The efficiency is scary.

On the battlefield, with the passage of time, Xiang Ning felt the increasing repulsive force. I am afraid that it will not be long before the cosmic-level creatures bred by the soil here should become stronger.

Compared with before, the vine now called by the demons as Zimoteng has obviously changed from the previous appearance. It can be clearly seen that its body is now covered with serrations, and as it is hit, The purple liquid that appeared in the wound began to give off a strange smell.

Even Xiang Ning was reluctant to inhale this smell.

Now Zimo Teng has regarded the demons as being with Xiang Ning... No, it should be said that no matter what kind of extraterrestrial creatures appear on this planet, it is its target.

And as it is continuously destroyed and then grows back, it is much faster in terms of toughness and speed.

The demons had a vague feeling that they couldn't hold on, but soon, demon warriors from other locations in the central theater, which stretched for hundreds of kilometers, rushed over to support.

The firepower is more than two or three times better than before.

Even though Zimoteng had the ability to regenerate, he was repelled under such fierce artillery fire.

Seeing that Zimoteng began to block the shields and other things that had been hit by the necrotic parts of the artillery fire in front of him, and not advancing, the demons slowly stopped the artillery fire attack.

"It doesn't seem to be completely infinite rebirth. Under a certain attack, I'm afraid..." Xiang Ning wanted to draw a conclusion, but the next second, in the middle part, where the huge sarcoma exploded Around, more small sarcomas suddenly grew.

Xiang Ning stared at it from a distance, and saw that the sarcomas slowly began to squirm, a little disgusting, as if something terrifying was coming out of it.

Xiang Ning looked at the front of the Demon Race to fight for the position, and there was no action. There were two possibilities. One was that the Demon Race knew what was going on. No matter what came out next, they responded in the same way as before.

The other result is that the demons don't know what the situation is, and they don't know how to deal with it.

And this didn't make Xiang Ning wait long, the sarcoma-like thing exploded, and something like a flying mosquito came out directly from it.

Xiang Ning looked at the reaction of the demons. Obviously, they were the latter, and they didn't know what it was.

After the flying mosquito was born, it did not attack, but reproduced. Xiang Ning felt a little uneasy for no reason, and the feeling of rejection was strengthened again.

In less than five minutes, Xiang Ning saw that those flying mosquitoes had given birth to more than 100,000 eggs. Yes, they were multiplying at a speed visible to the naked eye, which completely violated the laws of biology.

And the Demon Race seems to have found something wrong and started to organize.

In the third round of Floating Mosquito translation, the sky was already dense and dark, and the demons finally reacted at this time, and all kinds of artillery and missiles went into battle.

And those already climatic floaters finally showed their fangs.

Not only is the speed extremely fast, but even if he is attacked by ordinary artillery fire, he can still carry one or two dashes before rushing to the Demon Clan's position. Xiang Ning knew that the Demon Clan should suffer this time, and he should also slip away.

Although he wasn't afraid of those things, it was disgusting to look at.

It is unrealistic to return to the human race now. If he brings these things over, he will be a sinner.

So, after Xiang Ning sent a message back, he headed straight for the depths of the Demon Race.

Nazmo Teng and Flying Mosquito seemed to sense that Xiang Ning was about to leave, and the offensive became more violent. The originally quiet Zimo Teng was like a prehistoric beast that had awakened, with countless rhizomes and tentacles flying, mercilessly sweeping the demons position.

This central theater can no longer be taken. Now whoever comes will have to die. Xiang Ning can feel that unless a cannonball blows up the mass of soil under the ground.

Otherwise, this Zimo Teng would not be able to die. Hearing the screams behind him, Xiang Ning accelerated.

In Zimo Teng, the corpses of those demons were inserted by hoses, and the liquid flowed out from it, moisturizing Zimo Teng, which looked extremely evil and terrifying.

In the middle, an embryo is being conceived.

And the energy transmitted from this embryo is cosmic level.

And in the rear headquarters of the Demon Race.

"Master Shurel, there is no way for us or the human race to stay in the central theater. Why are you going now?"

Shurel, the second son of the Frost King, the only son, who will inherit the position of the Frost King in the future, is at the pinnacle of planetary level.

"Hunt."

"Hunt?"

Shurel nodded: "When I came to Kuanxi, I felt that the world was rejecting me, and that position was in the central theater."

"I don't understand," said Shurel's entourage, Lack.

He understood that Shurel was going to the central theater, but under the forced order of the Frost King, they were delayed for a few days, which allowed them to escape that kind of disaster.

Although the Demon Race and their Shura Race both have information about the Zimo Teng bred in Xi Rong, the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders, and not all of them are the same.

There are terroirs that can breed unimaginable things, such as things that increase lifespan.

The appearance of such a mutant now is reasonable, and there is nothing too unexpected, at most it will appear in their intelligence.

"There must be strong people on the human race side, and they went to the central theater."

"How do you know, Master?"

"Savatu is dead," said Shurel.

Lack was stunned for a moment, then just wanted to refute but quickly: "No wonder I haven't received a response for so long."

"So, the one who can kill Sawatu is at least the strength of the peak of the planet or even the star, or that one." Shurel said.

"And Nazmo Teng has no intention of leaving at all. Presumably the strong man also realized the problem, so he must be on our side now."

"The young master can't go!" When Lack heard this, he became anxious.

"Hmph, do you still expect these demons to go? Now Nazmo Teng doesn't seem to give up at all. He will definitely chase the strong human race all the way, and don't take the initiative to attack. Are you still waiting here to die?"

"I, as the son of the Frost King, may not have the ability to kill stars!" Shurel's eyes flashed with fighting intent.

"This... also ask the young master to bring this." Lack took out a fist-sized thing from behind.

Shurel's face showed displeasure, but he had no choice but to take it.

This thing is an escape device. The cost is extremely expensive. It can buy a fleet. When it is activated, the special substance in it can distort the space, teleport people away, and activate the emergency start device that is turned on. There is no forward swing.

Go for a run and update later.