"Kill me!"
As Ye Qingli led everyone back to the second floor.
Tie Yi once again led the men and charged forward.
The Tower of Babel has nine floors.
He didn't believe that after washing all nine floors, these people could still hold on!
One by one, the holy steps kept falling.
However, there was no joy in Ye Qingli's heart.
His heart was slowly sinking.
Because the difference in strength between the two sides is really huge!
Even if she tried all her methods.
Even if Old Man Wuyou left her so many ways to defeat the enemy.
However, this still cannot make up for the gap in strength between the two sides!
But only a quarter of an hour passed.
However, at least half of these disciples from the School of Theology are already dead!
The rest were all injured.
How long can they hold on?
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...
Tie Yi almost gritted his teeth and rushed forward!
He watched as his companions fell down one by one.
However, he still gritted his teeth and held on!
Under his feet, countless corpses had fallen.
Finally, they rushed to the ninth floor of the Tower of Babel!
And behind Tie Yi, there are countless bones!
They used the formations and mechanisms in the Tower of Babel to continuously attack Tie Yi's men.
Nearly a hundred people were buried alive under the Tower of Babel!
Thinking of this, Tie Yi's heart seemed to be bleeding!
fine……
Now, the opponent's tricks have finally been exhausted.
He is now standing at the highest point of the Tower of Babel!
"Does your mechanism technique still have room for use now?"
Tie Yi said with a ferocious smile.
Ye Qingli looked at the giant ax in his hand coldly.
The blood on it was still dripping.
It spilled onto the ground, leaching out patches of blood.
Just now, she saw with her own eyes that Tie Yi cut a young female disciple into two pieces.
Those are her companions.
They came here, full of beautiful longings.
However, he did not bring them peace...
Ye Qingli's eyes became slightly moist.
She turned around and looked behind herself.
At this time, there were only a few hundred people left.
Xuan Guang had one arm cut off.
Xiao Yichen's clear and handsome face was now ruined beyond appearance.
Chu Yuan, Qiao Xuan...
All of them were injured and miserable.
There are also some people whom I can or cannot name.
At this time, they were all sleeping on the Tower of Babel.
This battle... was extremely miserable!
But, it's not the end.
Two hundred saints surrounded them tightly in the center.
The intimidating gaze seemed to devour them.
Tie Yi sneered.
"Kneel down and surrender, and I can give you a whole corpse!"
He really doesn't want to fight with these people anymore!
How many of his brothers had he lost in this battle?
In the past thousand years, he had never suffered so many battle losses!
And all of this was actually caused by just a few ants from the lower continent in front of us!
"Surrender?"
Ye Qingli suddenly smiled.
Her wrists were clenched quietly.
"We have already fought to this point. If we still surrender, wouldn't it be... too boring!"
After saying that, her figure suddenly shot out like an arrow from the string!
Tie Yi was stunned.
In an instant, a phoenix-like shadow appeared in front of his eyes!
