"Brother Lingtian!"
Feng Wudao also knew that it would be difficult to fight back to Diqi City, so he immediately shouted in the direction of Ling Tian.
Hearing this, Ling Tian decisively struck out with his sword, forcing the person in front of him to retreat. His figure flashed to Feng Wudao's side, and then he pressed his palm on Wu Po's chest without hesitation.
A steady stream of life force poured out of his body and poured into Wu Po's body.
"not good!"
Putang's expression changed when he discovered that Ling Tian controlled the power of life.
He gestured to the peak emperor beside him and decisively stepped out.
"Yan Liang!"
Feng Wudao whispered and stepped forward to meet the second-rate peak emperor.
Yan Liang also drew his sword at this time, and struck Pudang with a cold light.
"How is my dad?"
Wu Qingqing asked expectantly after learning that Ling Tian controlled the power of life.
At this moment, she completely placed her hope on Ling Tian.
"The leader's injuries are too severe."
Ling Tian frowned and found that it was difficult to make the martial alliance recover from its injuries. "With my ability, I can barely repair the alliance leader's broken meridians and save his life, but I cannot restore him to his original state in a short period of time."
The power of life originated from the Life Monument, and has now become Ling Tian's original soul.
After Ling Tian understood the morality of life, the power of life he controlled had reached an extremely terrifying level, but it would still take a lot of time to heal the injured Peak Emperor.
"Thank you!"
Wu Qingqing didn't know Ling Tian's ability, and never thought that Ling Tian could restore Wu Po to his original state.
Now I was very surprised to hear Ling Tian say that he could repair Wu Po's meridians and save his life.
Of course, the matter has not been resolved yet, and it is not the time for her to be happy.
"Here they come, they are finally here!"
"The people of the Martial Alliance are finished!"
"Ha ha……"
At this time, excited voices came from the fighting crowd.
Everyone looked sideways into the distance and saw more than two hundred figures heading towards this place.
The faces of everyone in the Martial Alliance suddenly darkened.
"It came so fast!"
Ling Tian frowned and tried his best to restore Wu Po's injuries.
For Wu Meng, the existence of Wu Po has extraordinary significance.
If Wu Po dies, Wu Meng's heart will be broken.
Then there will no longer be any suspense about the outcome of this battle.
Therefore, Wu Po must stand up again.
"Surround them!"
More than two hundred warriors from the Desolate Realm arrived, and the leader immediately gave an order.
The people who were originally fighting retreated one after another.
Nearly four hundred warriors from the Desolate Realm surrounded the members of the Martial Alliance, who were now less than a hundred strong, in the center.
"Wu Po, are you crazy?"
A middle-aged man walked out with a smile, looked down at Wu Po who fell on the ground and sneered, "If I don't go to find you, how dare you lead the Martial Alliance to plan to destroy our Desolate World?"
Ling Tian looked sideways at the middle-aged man who was speaking, and accidentally discovered that the handsome young man Di Luan was standing behind him.
I think this middle-aged man is the Emperor Peak mentioned by the powerful people in the Desolate Realm just now.
As for the person standing beside the middle-aged man, he must be Pu Zhen, a human warrior from the Desolate Realm.
Di Feng is the leader of the giant beast clan in the Desolate Realm, while Pu Zhen and Pu Dan are the leaders of the powerful human beings in the Desolate Realm.
The three of them are all first-class peak Great Emperor Realm powerhouses, and they are also the three strongest among the Desolate Realm powerhouses in the Emperor Realm City.
"Emperor Peak!"
Wu Po had almost recovered from his injuries, so he pushed away Ling Tian's palm that was still injecting life force into his body, and slowly stood up from the ground.
He knew that the arrival of Di Feng, Pu Zhen and others would never give him a chance to recover from his injuries.
Now that Ling Tian is stopped from continuing to heal himself, he can also try to let everyone in the Martial Alliance breathe a sigh of relief.
"Let's settle all the old and new grudges today. Either you die or I die!"
Wu Po's eyes full of murderous intent stared at Di Feng, and as he spoke, his figure slowly rose into the air.
Thousands of years ago, it was Di Feng who killed Wu Po's wife and Wu Qingqing's mother.
"Today, you will be the only one who dies!"
Di Feng sneered, glanced at the people from the Martial Alliance, and sneered, "It's a pity that so many people from the Martial Alliance will be buried with you!"
"Emperor Peak."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pu Zhen beside him suddenly narrowed his eyes and suggested, "I think we should give people like Wu Meng a chance!"
"Um?"
Di Feng was puzzled.
Pu Zhen did not explain to Di Feng, but said loudly to the people of the Wu Meng, "People of the Wu Meng, listen, if you are willing to betray the Wu Meng, I can let you go now!"
Pu Zhen, who had just arrived here, had not seen the strength of the Martial Alliance.
But he knew how many people there were in the Martial Alliance, and how many people in the Desolate World were here to intercept them with Pu Dang.
It can be clearly judged from the current number of people that the Martial Alliance killed nearly a hundred emperor-level experts in the Desolate World at the cost of killing several people.
Although now, it is not difficult for the two teams from the Desolate Realm to gather together nearly 400 people to kill the Martial Alliance with less than 100 people.
But if they really fight, there will definitely be great damage to the Desolate World.
Pu Zhen felt that many people had died in the deserted world and they should reduce their losses.
Killing Wu Po and other core members of the Martial Alliance can also achieve the goal.
Pu Zhen's words to persuade everyone in the Wu League to surrender were completely within Wu Po's expectation.
Wu Po did not stop anything and left the choice to the people of the Wu League.
What happened today was originally initiated by him, just to avenge the murder of his wife.
He also didn't want everyone in the Martial Alliance to lose their lives for his own selfish reasons.
Especially now, the situation has gradually changed to the situation of the strong men in the desolate world of Diying City.
Everyone in the Martial Alliance looked at each other, and finally a few figures came out.
"I choose to leave the Martial Alliance!"
"And I!"
"I'm also leaving the Martial Alliance!"
…
Six people spoke one after another to express their attitude.
"Asshole!"
Yan Liang's eyes turned slightly cold when he heard this, and his murderous intent targeted the six people.
Among these six people, several were invited by him to join the Martial Arts Alliance.
And without exception, they had just joined the Martial Alliance not long ago.
In the face of a powerful enemy, six people rebelled against the martial alliance.
In Yan Liang's eyes, this was not only unjust, but also a slap in the face.
"Yan Liang, I'm sorry!"
One of them listened to Yan Liang's scolding and said helplessly, "It's meaningless to die fighting here. I advise you to betray the Martial Alliance as well."
"snort!"
Yan Liang snorted coldly and pointed his sword at the person who spoke.
If it weren't for the powerful enemy at this moment, he would have killed the six of them immediately.
"Yan Liang!"
Wu Po spoke at this moment, stopped Yan Liang and said, "Don't blame them! The Wu League will not force anyone to stay. If they want to leave, just let them go."
"Alliance leader!"
Yan Liang frowned and looked at Wu Po, only to see Wu Po nodding slightly with firm eyes.
"roll!"
Yan Liang knew Wu Po's intention, and then glanced at the six people just now and gave a cold scolding.
"Thank you!"
The man just thanked Yan Liang and Wu Po, then turned to look at Pu Zhen and said, "We are willing to leave the Wu Alliance, can you let us go?"
"Please!"
Pu Zhen has a smile on his face and means what he says.
With a gentle wave of his arm, all the powerful men from the Desolate Realm left to make way.
The six people looked at each other, and then their figures walked out in a flash, leaving the battle circle through this path, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
