When the defenders in the West City Realm didn't realize what happened.
The game is over.
They only had time to see Lu Qingge cut off the remaining 20% of the [Hell Gate Spirit]'s health with a single stroke of his sword.
It can be called a perversion.
You know, so many of their players gathered together and worked hard for so long, they finally managed to knock out 80% of this big guy's [HP].
Words like IBA are no longer enough to describe injuries like this.
Everyone was still wondering and doubting life, but for Lu Qingge, this was actually just something that was expected to happen.
——LV30 [Holy Spirit Beheading], plus lv30 [Regicide] skill.
As well as the buff bonus from the powerful nannies behind him, it is not difficult at all to inflict such damage on this boss-level creature.
So from the beginning, Lu Qingge was not panicked at all.
Because he knows very well that with his current ability, he can completely obtain a high enough kill line on [Hell Gate Spirit].
Therefore, he does not need to clear the blood volume of [Hell Gate Spirit] to zero.
When this big guy's HP dropped to 20% - in his eyes, this guy was actually dead.
So while the players around him were crying in despair, Lu Qingge had already seen the final result of this battle.
soon.
After a long period of silence and silence.
A burst of shouts and cheers rang out from the players of the Western Legion.
Like a drum beat, it is getting bigger and denser.
Finally, like thunder, it resounded throughout the night.
Even though Lu Qingge was a hundred meters away, he could still hear the fanatical shouts coming from the west city wall.
The players did not shy away from their enthusiasm and admiration.
They shouted Lu Qingge's name loudly, and some of them even jumped onto the city wall excitedly, took off their clothes and waved them wildly, as if waving a battle flag of victory.
A group of players on the ground couldn't help but rushed forward and surrounded Lu Qingge.
Before Lu Qingge could recover from the sudden strongman locking him, he was already being carried by strong men with huge backs and waists, and was thrown towards the sky with all his strength.
Then he fell back into the crowd, was thrown up again, and then fell again.
For a time, the long night that was originally silent and bleak suddenly became lively and bright.
The players were so excited that they almost forgot that they were participating in a [big event], a brutal and exciting city defense battle, rather than participating in a dopamine-exploding carnival or carnival.
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same moment.
The far west of [Holy Grace City].
Gu Yuxi stood at the front of the team, looking at the city wall in the distance and fell into a long silence.
The expression of the tall and burly man standing aside became obviously ugly.
The goshawk-like eyes gradually changed from the initial expectation and heat to a cold and calm puddle of stagnant water.
"Let's go."
Ancient Prison Breath said calmly: "It's over, it's time to retreat."
"Is this what you call foolproof?"
Mullen turned his head and stared at the Ancient Prison Breath, his eyes almost bursting with fire:
"I went through a lot of effort to get the [Heart of Frost] and fished you out of that disgusting, smelly cemetery. I didn't come here to play house with you."
"Before you say something like this, do you want to think about what you told me before?"
Ancient Prison Breath said coldly: "'The defensive strength of the Western Region defenders is weak, and it is absolutely impossible to resist your undead army?"
"Excuse me, is this what you mean by 'weak strength?'"
"Their men killed the [Hell Gate Spirit] instantly with one sword strike. Is this what you call 'weak in strength?'"
"Do you think [Hell Sect Spirit] is some kind of warrior?"...
"Even if it is placed in [Netherworld Purgatory], [Hell Gate Spirit] is an existence that can be blocked by one man and cannot be opened by ten thousand men."
"***of……"
Mullen was furious, but he was at a loss for words because of his misunderstanding.
What Ancient Prison Breath said was indeed correct.
Before this battle started, he indeed underestimated the strength of the [Western Territory Corps].
As the former commander of the [Western Border Regiment], he is very familiar with the overall strength of the western border of [Saint Grace City].
But who is this bastard who came out of nowhere and killed the [Hell Gate Spirit] on the spot with one sword strike?
He just left not long ago. When did the [Western Army Corps] have such powerful foreign aid?
"I do not care."
Mullen gritted his teeth, and an unknown fire rose in his stomach again:
"Ten years... ten years!"
"Ten years, do you know how I spent these ten years!"
"Do you know what kind of eyes those superior guys used to mock me when they chased me away like a defeated dog ten years ago?"
Mullen roared like a lion, even his back molars were almost broken.
"I've been waiting for today for ten years, and now you tell me there's no chance?"
Mullen almost couldn't help but pull Gu Yuxi's collar:
"I'm telling you, there's no turning back."
"Tonight, all my cards are on the table."
"I have staked everything I have, and from that moment on I have realized that there is no place for me in the Principality of Orenst."
"So you're telling me to retreat now?"
Gu Yuxi sneered and said:
"if not?"
"If [Hell Gate Spirit] can break through the west wall, I can pour all my troops into [Holy Grace City]."
"But now we can't even touch the wall, do I still have to go up there and die?"
Clang!
Mullen suddenly drew his sword.
The next moment, the sharp sword blade was already on Gu Yuxi's neck.
"I'll fucking kill you!"
Mullen said with red eyes.
However, at the next moment, several undead soldiers rushed forward and struggled to pull Mullun away to protect the safety of Ancient Prison Breath.
"I just don't understand what are you so anxious about?"
Gu Yuxi glanced at Mullen coldly:
"I only said retreat, did I say stop?"
Mullen was slightly startled.
After Mullen, the furry lion, gradually calmed down, Ancient Hell Breath calmly stated his next plan:
"Players in the Eastern Xia region like to say, 'You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.'"
"War is not like playing football. If you lose the first half, you have to come back in the second half."
"We still have a lot of time, my friend."
Ancient Prison Breath patted Mullen on the shoulder, with a meaningful smile on his face:
"[The City of Holy Grace] has no legs, it will always be there."
"but we--"
"You can come back anytime."
