"Pfft"
I saw Zhuo Yi put his hands on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. In the face of absolute strength, his small movements were of no use at all.
"Pooh!"
Zhuoyi sucked his mouth a few times, spit out the black blood in his mouth on the ground, turned his head, and looked at the expressionless black-armored general with golden patterns.
Then, he threw the broken gun handle on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the black-armored general, and suddenly gritted his teeth, as if he was making a difficult decision.
At this time, the black-armored general no longer wanted to waste time with Zhuo Yi. He saw him running towards Zhuo Yi slowly and quickly, pointing his long knife at Zhuo Yi, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Zhuoyi did not avoid the Hei family general's attack like before, but went straight to meet him.
The corners of General Hei's mouth raised, and he unconsciously poured more star power into the black sword, which directly caused the black sword to turn red, as if it had just come out of an iron furnace.
"Pfft!"
I saw the long knife piercing through Zhuo Yi's abdomen. The huge force caused the long knife to extend dozens of centimeters from his back, and even split the long spear that broke in Zhuo Yi's abdomen into two halves. Zhuo Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was ferocious.
At this time, the blood at the corner of Zhuo Yi's mouth was like a stream, gurgling, and the half of it was covered in blood and blood scab on his face, like a twisting little snake, which looked quite scary and weird.
He looked like Shura who had walked out of hell.
The black-armored general was stunned by Zhuo Yi's operation. Over the past hundreds of years, he had killed countless testers and black-armored troops. Now, this was the first time he had seen someone like Zhuo Yi willingly die.
Of course, it was this moment that cost him a heavy price. Before he could pull out the long sword, Zhuo Yi gathered his star power in his right hand, and with a sudden force, the tip of the broken spear slashed across the black-armored general's throat with a sound of breaking wind.
Suddenly, a gap was opened between the black-armored general's head and neck, and the black-armored general's head was raised in a strange arc.
"Boom!"
The black-armored general fell to the ground, and his body immediately threw up countless dust. His eyes were wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face. Along with a look of unwillingness, he said in disbelief: "I actually died in the hands of an ant."
"Uh-huh!"
At the same time, the knife in the black-armored general's hand was pulled out at an oblique angle along Zhuo Yi's abdomen. For a moment, blood spurted out. I saw the green intestines in Zhuoyi's abdomen falling out instantly and hanging on his waist.
With the death of the black-armored general, thousands of white-armored soldiers were instantly born next to Zhuo Yi. They protected Zhuo Yi tightly, not even a fly could fly in.
"Cough cough cough!"
The severe pain made Zhuo Yi unsteady and he knelt on the ground. Every time he coughed, blood flew out.
"Fortunately! This knife didn't break my intestines!" Zhuoyi looked down at the green intestine hanging on his waist, and slowly stuffed it back with trembling hands.
Then, Zhuoyi took off his clothes with difficulty, and after some tossing, finally tore them into rags.
"ah……"
With a trembling voice and trembling hands, Zhuoyi wrapped the cloth strip around his abdomen and made a simple bandage.
In just an instant, the strip of cloth was soaked with blood.
The cold feeling came from every part of his body, and the feeling of weakness made Zhuo Yi want to lie down several times.
He sat cross-legged and began to gather the star power in his body, rushing toward the abdominal wound.
"Is this?" When the star power converged on the wound, Zhuo Yi saw a trace of green star power being born. Every time it passed through the wound, the wound would heal a little.
"This Tomb of Nine Lies is so magical!" Zhuo Yi muttered as his star power gathered and rushed towards the wound: "The fruit of the Endless Ladder to Heaven gave me a little bit of self-healing ability, otherwise, Even if I'm lucky enough to kill him, I'm afraid I'll have to die from the loss of blood sooner or later."
Zhuoyi can safely recover by himself, all relying on the defense of the White Armor Army.
After a few more hours, Zhuo Yi's body finally recovered a bit. Now, his wounds have basically healed, and he doesn't even have the strength to walk anymore.
Zhuoyi stood up, looked around the battle circle, and found that in the current situation, his white-armored army was still too small. If he didn't take action in time, he would be swallowed up by the black-armored army sooner or later.
Then, Zhuoyi turned around, looked at the long black knife on the ground, and wanted to pick it up from the ground. However, after trying several times, he still failed. I don’t know what level of star weapon this long sword is or what material it is made of.
"Grandma's!" Zhuo Yi didn't believe in evil, so he used a lot of force and finally shook the long knife. However, there is still a certain gap between being able to pick it up, let alone using it to kill enemies.
"It's no use! Can't you keep it?" Zhuo Yijiezi flashed his red light and put away the long knife.
Putting away the long black sword, Zhuo Yi looked at the black-armored general not far away and began to think.
"The black-armored generals with golden patterns are too terrifying. It seems that I can't provoke them. I can only retreat to the mountain of corpses and increase the strength of the white-armored army by killing the black-armored soldiers with purple patterns." Thinking of this , Zhuoyi began to move towards the mountain of corpses at the beginning.
After climbing the mountain of corpses, Zhuo Yi suddenly remembered something again. He closed his eyes and unleashed the power of his mind.
"I can actually control the White Armor Army through the power of my mind!"
"Great!" This was a blessing among misfortunes for Zhuo Yi.
With this major development, Zhuo Yi began to control the white-armored army to surround and kill the purple-patterned black-armored soldiers.
A few hours later, after Zhuo Yi continued to massacre the purple-patterned black-armored soldiers, the white army now accounted for a quarter of the entire ancient battlefield army. At this time, there were very few black soldiers in the black armored army, and the rest were mainly black armored generals with purple and gold patterns.
Zhuo Yi is a smart man, so naturally he will not go into a head-on confrontation with the black-armored army with golden patterns. Otherwise, we will really have to hang up in this array of thousands of troops.
After a long period of observation, Zhuo Yi discovered that there was a certain distance between the black-armored generals. Not only did they not support each other, they were even wary of each other.
So he had a bold idea. He couldn't defeat the golden-patterned general, but he could control his white-armored soldiers to attack him!
After all, Zhuo Yi witnessed with his own eyes that an inconspicuous first-order monster massacred a sixth-order flame pterosaur in the God Burial Plain.
A single ant is not scary, but an army of thousands of ants is the hell Shura, and the kind with no bones left.
But how to get close to him and cut him apart from the other black armored soldiers? This is another big problem.
After thinking for a long time, Zhuoyi had another plan.
"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and we must not miss the opportunity! This conflict between the generals of the Hei family is the key to victory!"
I saw the White Armored Army changing its formation, from a huge circle surrounding Zhuo Yicheng to a huge triangle, and the triangle began to move slowly towards a vertex.
After selecting one of the generals with golden patterns, Zhuo Yi controlled the triangle and crossed in front of the general. Suddenly the vertex separated, surrounding him in the corner and separating him from the other black-armored troops. Afterwards, thousands of white-armored soldiers surrounded him endlessly.
The effect of this tactic was obvious. After losing hundreds of white-armored troops, the general was successfully killed.
Looking at the white mountain of corpses, Zhuo Yi sighed: "One will be completed, but all bones will wither!"
In this way, Zhuoyi controlled the white-armored army to constantly intersperse among the ten thousand army formations, constantly attacking the golden and black-armored generals.
A few more hours later, there were only a few hundred black-armored generals and their personal black-armored troops left in front of them.
"We can't let them gather together!" Zhuo Yi understood in his heart that one plus one is greater than two. If they were allowed to gather together to resist him, then no matter how many of his white-armored troops were there, they would only lose their lives. Millions of eggs would hit a stone.
No matter how many eggs there are, a stone will always be a stone.
So under Zhuoyi's control, the countless white-armored troops were divided into many large and small wedge-shaped formations, and moved towards different golden pattern generals.
In the end, the entire ancient battlefield was in chaos. Countless white-armored troops surrounded a small number of black-armored troops. It looked like there were countless black chess pieces inside the white grid.
All the black armored troops were isolated. They fought independently, were attacked from both sides, and finally gradually decreased at a slow speed.
Today, white has accounted for nine-tenths of the field. In other words, today's White Armored Army is fighting one out of nine.
Seemingly realizing the seriousness of the problem, the black-armored generals who were fighting independently began to cooperate with each other and no longer watched each other.
As a result, Zhuo Yi's white army grid dividing line began to be broken in many places, and the black armor army was also gathering quickly. Soon, they all gathered together to fight against Zhuo Yi's White Armor Army. For a time, the advancement speed of the White Armored Army was obviously slowed down countless times.
The last thing Zhuoyi could afford was time, he wanted to end the battle as quickly as possible.
"Wedge formation!" Zhuoyi stood on the top of the mountain, controlling the front and back of the white-armored military shield, forming a huge wedge shape with himself as the center.
"kill!"
The wedge was like a sharp knife, slowly stabbing towards the black-armored legion.
Although the speed was very slow, in the end the white-armored army completely divided the black-armored army into two parts.
"Take both wings in!" After Zhuo Yi shouted, the two wedge-shaped tails began to slowly move toward the top, finally dividing the black-armored army into two battle circles.
In this way, it was difficult for the black armored army to respond from the beginning to the end, and it was once again in a state of being attacked from both sides. I saw the black armored army shrinking rapidly.
"Wedge penetration!"
I saw the two white legions starting to form a wedge formation again, passing through the two scattered black armor legions again.
After the two wings were involved again, the two black-armored legions were divided into four.
Zhuo Yi controlled the legion and repeated the formation just now. As a result, the black army was divided into four parts, eight parts, sixteen parts... and finally was divided into hundreds of small battle circles.
As the white legions increased, the black legions decreased. Zhuoyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhuoyi knew that victory was coming. He looked at the black-armored army that was being exhausted sooner or later, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes that could not be concealed.
"We're about to clear the level!" Zhuoyi stood up and looked at the battle circle where the sounds of killing were heard, with great ambition.
"Nine Lie Star Lord! I'm coming!" Zhuo Yi shouted to the battle circle in front, his voice full of excitement.
"And there I am!" Suddenly, a cold voice came into Zhuo Yi's ears. This voice was very familiar. Zhuo Yi turned around and saw an eight-legged monster looking dangerously at him at the foot of the corpse mountain.
Zhuoyi looked at this monster, his pupils dilated, and he screamed in disbelief: "Bai Luo?!"
