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C1452 Winning



C1452 Winning

Plop!    

    

Yue Feng knelt on one knee with his head lowered.    

    

Blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth.    

    

His face was already incomparably pale, without the slightest hint of blood.    

    

There were no energy waves coming from his body. He looked like an ordinary person. There was no sign of life on his body.    

    

On the ground, Divine Instrument s were scattered.    

    

A Savage Wolf, Faerie, Xuan-yuan Sword, Water and Moon Mirror, Purple Frost Divine Bow, and even Hell Bell and Demon Suppressing Pagoda.    

    

They were like ordinary objects scattered about in the yellow sands.    

    

A breeze blew, and the sand passed over them, making a rustling sound.    

    

As for the Eastern Emperor Bell, it landed five meters away, scattering a faint golden light.    

    

When the sandstorm swept past, it would automatically circle around it.    

    

It was as if there was an invisible barrier protecting the surrounding of the Eastern Emperor Bell.    

    

Outside, Qing Jizi, Zhuo Canghenn, Black and White Ghosts, Ye Yiming, and the three people from Nangong Family had collapsed onto the ground, their bodies covered with bloody scars.    

    

There was no movement, no words. In the sand, it was unknown whether it was their fingers or the sand that was flowing over.    

    

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of wind blowing and sand blowing through the desert.    

    

When Wolf Soul Brothers and the others saw this scene from afar, they were stunned.    

    

As they supported each other, their blurry vision could not even tell who had survived.    

    

"You won?" Or lost? "    

    

Red Buddha muttered.    

    

He covered the bloody hole in his chest and slowly walked forward with his legs as if they were filled with lead.    

    

The people behind him seemed to have sensed something as they struggled to move forward, dragging their heavy bodies as they headed west.    

    

Their blood dripped onto the desert floor, forming trails of blood.    

    

"He won, Mr. Yue definitely won …"    

    

However, the sandstorm blocked their vision. Red Buddha and the others were still unable to see clearly whether the person in the formation was alive or dead.    

    

From the start of the battle, the number of people in the Wolf Soul had decreased from two thousand to seven hundred.    

    

At most, there would only be a little over a hundred people left in each hall.    

    

These seven hundred people were all looking in one direction and walking in the same direction.    

    

They were all anticipating an ending. In fact, it was no longer a matter of victory or defeat.    

    

He just wanted to see, see, a definite result.    

    

So, seven hundred Wolf Soul Brothers, dragging a dark red blood trail, hunchbacked forward in this vast desert.    

    

As the sandstorm blew past, they only felt their vision grow more and more blurry.    

    

It was as if that was the end they would never reach.    

    

No, hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer …    

    

Red Buddha's body swayed more and more, while his vision fluctuated between bright and dim.    

    

Taking two steps forward, his body staggered and he fell to the ground.    

    

"Plop!"    

    

"Plop!"    

    

"…"    

    

One figure after another fell to the ground. They were either exhausted or had lost too much blood. Some even fainted on the spot.    

    

However, someone saw the scene before they fainted.    

    

The one kneeling in the middle was Yue Feng, it was Mr. Yue, their Wolf King!    

    

As for Sect Master of Luo Hun Sect, he had long since disappeared into thin air.    

    

They had won this battle.    

    

"We've won …"    

    

Red Buddha's hoarse voice came out of his throat, but only he could hear it.    

    

"Victory …"    

    

He slowly closed his eyes and froze in place.    

    

At the same time, on a sand dune a hundred miles away …    

    

"It seems that the people from Hong Sect haven't arrived yet."    

    

Three figures were standing on top of a sand dune. They looked at the boundless yellow sand and a trace of hostility flashed in their eyes.    

    

"It doesn't matter anymore. His entire Wolf Soul is now like a meat on a chopping block, not to mention a bunch of Divine Instrument."    

    

A few sneers and the moonlight lit up their figures.    

    

Dongfang Fu, Dongfaang Loong, and the Dongfang family's grandmaster, Honored ShiGu.    

    

"Then I'll have to trouble father and the ancestor then."    

    

Dongfang Fu sneered and looked forward to the next harvest.    

    


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