Yu Yue did not hesitate and turned into a ray of light and flew towards the sky.
At this time, the eyes of the middle-aged Japanese were filled with fear!
Eighteen breaths!
A fifth-level creature, burning essence, blood and life essence with all his strength, he actually persisted for eighteen breaths!
In ten breaths, his lifespan is exhausted and his essence and blood are dry. In the other eight breaths, what is burning is Bat Yun's unyielding will.
Thinking of this, even the middle-aged Japanese people can't help but feel numb!
This... this is too terrible, so terrible that it's respectable.
It was those eight breaths that broke away from the calculations of the middle-aged Japanese people. It was also those eight breaths that allowed him to rush into the territory of sea creatures. It also made the middle-aged Japanese people surrounded by dozens of eighth-level peak powerhouses!
He alone, who has just entered the ninth level, can fight against five eight-level peaks without dying, but if there are more than seven people, he will have to escape.
If there are more than ten people, he will die.
After all, he is not really a sky-treading person yet.
Bat Yun, who was born with keen sense, could feel it, but his vision was blurred. The demon body that was originally more than ten feet was as dry as a stick of firewood. He only saw a person flying towards him in front of him, and he fell from the sky with all his strength.
That intense burning had completely exhausted him!
Now, only a will like a candle crumbling in the storm is still supporting his life.
"brother!"
Yu Yue used his fastest speed to catch Bat Yun. At this time, Bat Yun's pupils had completely expanded. He could not see clearly the person who caught him. He only knew that it was a creature from the sea.
"The Japanese Saints seek the Three Saints of our sea area, the new...new army, the Japanese...9th...9th level ambushes..."
Bat Yun couldn't open his mouth and could only communicate intermittently with his spiritual thoughts. At the same time, he almost used up his last bit of strength to spit out a viewing stone from his mouth. This... he paid for with his life.
Then, Bat Yun turned his head, as if he wanted to take a look at the fate of the middle-aged Japanese, but... his eyes were completely dim, and the withered demon body turned into fly ash and slowly dissipated.
From now on, there will no longer be any trace of the bat cloud, not even a wisp of soul.
What he burns is all of himself. There is no evidence that he has ever left behind, but he will live on forever in the will of countless sea heroes and countless sea creatures.
"Brother...thank you."
Yu Yue's smile was still warm, but the sadness in his eyes was similar to that of Bat Yun.
He was sad that such a hero did not even leave his name. He was also sad that such a small person was guarding the Eastern Sea with his own life.
What's even more sad is that I don't have this will!
"In my previous life, I never understood the meaning of the word guardian."
"In this life, Yu Yue is willing to serve as a living being, to protect his home and the people he loves, to fight and to practice, even if he dies and is destitute. No regrets."
Yu Yue collected some of the fly ash that the bat cloud had turned into and carefully put it into a small jade bottle.
When the war is over, he wants to send this real man home. He will definitely be able to find out where he is. He will definitely be able to!
No one noticed that Yu Yue's temperament at this time was much more introverted than before.
But the middle-aged Japanese were not having a good time. At this time, the ghosts flew out of his body one by one. These ghosts even briefly had eighth-level combat power!
But this small amount of combat power is nothing at all in the eyes of those true eighth-level powerhouses who felt the fall of Bat Cloud!
They seemed to form a battle formation with each other, and every creature had murderous intent in their eyes.
It's just that... he still maintains a certain distance from the middle-aged Japanese people. There is even a formation slowly rotating here, consuming the middle-aged Japanese people together with those eighth-level strong men.
After all... a ninth-level monk who reaches the sky is too scary!
Although under the influence of Qi Machine, He Qingfeng and others felt that this beast was killable!
But there must be a huge price to pay!
What's more, if he exposes himself...
It's really scary to think about it. Tsk tsk, He Qingfeng's mouth turned cold, and he used another long-range magical power to directly kill an eighth-level ghost.
"I, Muto Twenty-three, fellow Taoists, there is a misunderstanding about this matter! A misunderstanding!"
Muto Twenty-san finally felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, but it was not a desperate situation at this time. He still had a glimmer of hope to survive! So he spoke eagerly.
"It's just a fifth-level little demon. Fellow Taoists, you don't have to be like this. If you let me go, I won't fight again. I can even tell you fellow Taoists about my shocking feelings! Can you?"
Muto Twenty-san is struggling to resist, but he can't stand these dozen eighth-level peak powerhouses alone?
What's more, there is a big formation!
If this continues...he will definitely die.
Since the Japanese will die if the secret is lost, it is better to live an ignoble existence in the sea!
Besides, it’s not like there’s no chance?
"Merely fifth level? Haha, what a loud tone!"
Tuoba Kui sneered. Although the little bat demon was not very advanced, how many creatures could do what he did?
For this alone, he deserves to be respected!
But at this time, the Japanese slave cultivator actually spoke like this?
Even if you die, you will not hesitate to commit the crime!
At this time, the light in the formation finally condensed completely, and a temperament that seemed to come from the wild locked Muto Twenty-san firmly. He Qingfeng and others looked at each other and used the strongest means to take action!
The combination of more than ten eighth-level magical powers, as well as the blessing of battle formations and formations, makes even a mid-level ninth-level expert feel trembling!
Muto Twenty-san's scalp was numb, this blow... could kill him!
"Damn it! Since you are killing them all, don't blame me!"
Muto Twenty-san's face became more sinister and fierce, and he was loyal to the emperor! It’s a worthy death!
But just when he was about to expose himself...he exploded with a hammer! All such magical powers, including escape techniques, were completely sealed at some point.
He...has become the rarest ninth-level heaven-reaching power in the history of the Gods Continent!
Because he is a poor guy who is not even qualified to expose himself!
At the same time, the colorful magical powers were directly applied to him, and his body was immediately torn apart!
A foul and unpleasant smell of blood was overwhelming. In the center of the blood, a sluggish soul let out a sharp whistle of unwillingness. Just as one of the creatures was about to wipe away this soul, a voice appeared.
"Senior, please be slow, we can't kill this beast now!"
Yu Yue's voice was firm and inexplicably magnetic. At this moment, he was stepping on a sword in the void, slightly farther than those eighth-level peak creatures.
"Oh? Where did the doll come from? Grandpa, do you still need to teach me how to do things?"
An old man at the peak of the eighth level looked at Yu Yue, as if there were blazing flames burning in his eyes.
A ninth-level Japanese tribe actually attacked a mere fifth-level scout. How could he not kill him if he was provoking him like this?
"senior."
Yu Yue handed over his hand in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, while He Qingfeng winked at the old man without saying a word, "This little ancestor is not someone you can offend!"
My God, you have only lived for nine thousand years, you are still young...
The old man was a little confused as to what the color of the Crane Clan elder meant.
What? Could it be that he still has to be wary of a demon junior who is not even at the seventh level?
