Cosmic Hegemony: I Just Want To Be A Wealthy Tyrant

At the entrance of Zhantian Canyon, Feng Ye stood among the Demon Race crowd and looked coldly at the Qiang Mountain on the city wall. This damn old guy almost killed him when he wasn't prepared. Feng Ye couldn't swallow this feeling no matter what. Feng Ye stood up and flew to the Demon Army formation, shouting to the Witch Race warriors on the city wall:

"Our army is pressing down on the border. Anyone who surrenders out of the city now will be spared death. Those who are lucky or stubbornly resist will be killed without mercy!"

Upon hearing this, Qiang Shan said loudly with a sneer:

"Since ancient times, I, the Witch Race, have only the souls of those who died in battle, and not the deserters who have disarmed themselves. I couldn't kill you with one arrow just now, so you are destined to be lucky. If you dare to invade our clan even half a step, I will tear you alive." .”

Feng Ye saw that the Witch Race warriors on the city wall were united and no one was willing to surrender. He suddenly said with a ferocious expression:

"From today on, there will no longer be half a witch in this small world. Demon Race, listen to your orders!"

As Feng Ye raised his hand, the Demon Race behind him immediately launched their Law Weapons and rose from the ground.

"Kill me!"

After Feng Ye finished speaking, all kinds of strange and grotesque Law Weapons, shining with five colors and ten lights, smashed towards the city wall a few hundred meters away.

Hundreds of warriors holding huge white bone shields joined together and stood at the front of the city wall.

As the Law Weapon fell, a loud roar resounded throughout the canyon. Those white bone shields were made of unknown materials, but they actually blocked such intensive firepower.

However, although the bone shield blocked the attack, it could not cover the entire city wall. Those areas that were not covered by the bone shield were still riddled with holes in an instant.

There were also many shield-wielding Witch Race warriors who were coughed up blood and fell down by the huge counterattack.

Qiang Shan's face changed slightly when he saw this. He didn't expect that the other party only attacked in one round, and he was almost unable to withstand it.

‘Standing like this is definitely not an option. We must rush out to find the devil and fight to the death. ’

Thinking of this, Qiangshan took out a pair of huge bone war hammers. Holding a hammer in one hand, he jumped down from the city wall. When the other warriors saw this, they jumped down with their weapons in hand. Hundreds of Witch Race warriors armed with weapons, like running giant beasts, rushed towards Demon Race's position.

Upon seeing this, Feng Ye nodded to the experts around him, and the six Demon Race experts led nearly a thousand Demon Race elites to greet him. The remaining Demon Race army soared into the sky again, condensing various long-range spells in their hands. With a wave of Feng Ye's gesture, countless spells once again covered the distant city wall.

Qiang Shan has already rushed into the crowd of Demon Race. The pair of war hammers in his hands are like meteors falling from the sky. Every blow is Ten Thousand Tons of Thunder, with great force. There are almost no enemies in the surrounding Demon Race. As long as they are hit by the war hammer, they will not die but will be disabled.

Upon seeing this, the six Demon Race masters hurriedly surrounded him, and all kinds of trapped Law Weapons greeted Qiang Shan. Within a moment, Qiang Shan was trapped in place, unable to move.

In terms of single-round combat power, even if these six Demon Race masters were added together, they might not be able to catch up with Qiang Shan. But Demon Race has endless ways to defeat him, and trapping him will always be no problem.

Qiang Shan was trapped, and the surrounding Demon Race began to surround and kill the Witch Race warriors who followed. Although the Witch Race warriors are fierce, their fighting methods are too simple and they only rely on brute strength to fight. At the beginning, many demons did die under the sword of Witch Race warriors. But with the continuous replenishment of the Demon Race army at the rear, more and more demons joined the encirclement and suppression. Soon, under the siege of the demons, Witch Race began to suffer constant damage.

Qiangshan was hooded by a giant net burning with black flames, and was tightly trapped by dozens of metal chains. The boulder under his feet was affected by some unknown spell, and turned into quicksand, sinking half of Qiang Shan's body into it. He watched helplessly as the son of his clan was killed by Demon Race, and his endless anger turned into a roar of unwillingness.

Feng Ye had a panoramic view of this scene, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

A barbarian is a barbarian! They don't know how to march and form formations, nor how to be flexible. They can only act recklessly. Defeat at the hands of the Demon Race army seemed inevitable to Feng Ye. However, he did not expect that things would go so smoothly. Just when Feng Ye felt that the overall situation was decided, an ancient and desolate sacrificial sound suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

The sound was not loud, but everyone heard it very clearly. It was like the call from the ancient ancestors, and the whisper of the devil sounded in my ears. The Witch Race warriors in the battle stopped what they were doing the moment the sound appeared, knelt on the ground with great piety, and softly echoed the sound in their mouths. The demon next to him saw this and took advantage of his unpreparedness to stab the shaman directly.

The shaman seemed to have lost consciousness, and despite the blood flowing down, he still looked up at the sky with a fanatical expression. This scene directly made the surrounding Demon Race look at each other in confusion.

The moment the voice sounded, Feng Ye's face became extremely ugly. There are few Witch Races out there, but he still has some insight as the future prince of Demon Race. He knew what this sound meant, it was the summoning ceremony of the Twelve Witch Gods. The Great Sacrifice Technique - the Divine Invitation Technique - can only be performed by Witch Race with the purest bloodline.

Feng Ye didn't expect that he would experience the power of the magic in this way.

Without saying a word, he turned around and flew quickly toward the other end of the canyon, but before he could fly a hundred meters, the scenery of the reverse traffic on both sides became extremely slow in his eyes. Feng Ye turned his head with all his strength and glanced back. With just one glance, his eyes were filled with fear.

At this moment, the world seemed to be frozen, and the sky instantly lost its color. Darkness enveloped the entire world. Especially near the city head, there is a kind of darkness without any impurities. Thick and difficult to dissolve.

Suddenly, a circular passage appeared in the darkness. A vague figure slowly fell from the passage.

The figure was extremely blurry, as if the world could not contain its true appearance.

He seems to be neither male nor female, but seems to be both.

He stood there coldly, no one knew what He was thinking, and no one knew what would happen next.

Suddenly, countless tentacles emerged from the passage behind him. They crowded towards the surrounding Demon Race.

Any Demon Race touched by the tentacles would be sucked into a withered skeleton in an instant.

The Demon Race around them couldn't even blink, let alone escape. He could only watch helplessly as those tentacles devoured him.

The figure was extremely blurry, as if the world could not contain its true appearance. He seems to be neither male nor female, but seems to be both.

The moment Feng Ye appeared, his Spiritual Sense jumped wildly. A voice in his mind frantically told him to run away!

It's a pity that even though he has countless life-saving means on his body, he can't even blink now.

As the tentacles wrapped around him, several automatic defense Demon Race treasures on his body lit up one after another. But with a crisp sound. Demon Race's treasures, which are usually indestructible, are being destroyed one after another. Even the crystal skull that had saved Feng Ye countless times turned into powder the moment it came into contact with the tentacles.

Just when Feng Ye was desperate, the necklace he wore close to his chest lit up with fluorescence.