Immortal Space

Some of the Desolate people stationed on Feiyu Island were gnawed off by poisonous bees, and the rest ran to Chiyan Island weeping for their father and mother.

When the barren army on Scarlet Flame Island heard about this, they were naturally furious, their retreat was cut off, so why not be in a hurry.

What's more, Flying Fish Island has just been captured, and it hasn't warmed up yet in his hands.

Immediately, most of the barren army on Chiyan Island mobilized half of their men to return to Flying Fish Island, and the remaining men were responsible for defending Chiyan Island.

The strength of the Desolate Clan was already stronger than that of the Great Chu Immortal Kingdom's army, and with the addition of defense, they could also have an advantage. Moreover, the current situation could only be like this.

After the Wang Hong brothers captured Feiyu Island, they did not leave in a hurry, but stayed on Feiyu Island to wait for the arrival of the barren army.

The main purpose of their coming here is to attract the army of the Desolate race, so that the army under them can take back Chiyan Island.

The distance between Chiyan Island and Flying Fish Island is not very far, which is one of the reasons why the army of the Desolate Race can come here with confidence.

If there is any difficulty in Chiyan Island, they can still return to help in time.

The two of them only waited for half a day, when they saw a large army of the Desolate race coming here aggressively.

Hundreds of thousands of desolate people first surrounded Flying Fish Island, as if they were going to kill Fan's enemies here.

Wang Hong and Wang Yi turned a blind eye to the encircling barren army.

At the moment, the two of them set up a table on the top of a mountain in the middle of Feiyu Island, set out a few small teas and a pot of spirit wine, and drank each other.

"Brother, do we have to pretend like this?" Wang Yi took a sip of spirit wine, breathed a sigh of relief, and smashed his mouth.

"Is this called pretending? Experts are like this. If you don't get used to it, you can fly out and fight the Desolate Race right now. I'm here to support you!"

Wang Hong stuffed a piece of pork head into his mouth, and said calmly, he was usually too serious in front of his subordinates.

Now there is no one else around, so I naturally want to relax, but Wang Yi, this kid, spoils the atmosphere.

Hearing this, Wang Yi quickly waved his hands: "Forget it, I'll drink with you here. To be honest, this spirit wine tastes pretty good."

While the two were talking nonsense, the army of the Desolate race was taking advantage of the current opportunity to advance step by step, narrowing the encirclement so as to trap the two.

However, when they approached the foot of the mountain where the two were, a cloud of insects suddenly rose in front of them, buzzing together.

Countless poisonous bees rushed towards the besieging Huangzu, and the Huangzu army was in chaos.

Among the army of the Huangzu, there were seven tall Huashen Huangzu who flew up at this time and rushed towards the top of the mountain. As for these poisonous bees, they were not their target here.

Wang Hong, who was drinking with each other on the top of the mountain, picked up the wine glass in his hand, flicked it lightly, and the wine glass flew towards the seven people smoothly.

For a strong person in their realm, it is already a breeze to control a wine glass with their spiritual sense.

"The seven of you are exhausted on the pommel horse all the way, why not drink a glass of spiritual wine to relieve fatigue."

While speaking, the glass of spiritual wine exploded in the air, and countless tiny water droplets splashed towards the seven people.

The first person was closest to the place where the wine glass exploded, and immediately punched the water drop. For the Huangzu, everything was so simple and rude.

However, when his giant fist just touched the water droplets in the air, several large holes had already been corroded on the fist, and it continued to spread towards the arm.

Wang Yi, who was drinking with Wang Hong next to him, didn't know until this time that his brother had already poisoned the glass of spiritual wine, but he was so close at hand, but he didn't notice it.

Can't help secretly rejoicing in his heart, fortunately the person in front of him is his own brother.

The water droplets made from this cup of spirit wine splashed, and the other Desolate people dared not touch these water droplets anymore.

They dodged one after another, only the one who was recruited first by the Desolate race had used several detoxification methods in a short period of time, but it was still to no avail.

In the end, the desolate man had no choice but to cut off his entire arm with a knife, finally saving his life.

At this time, the seven strong men of the Desolate race used their own methods to attack the two of them. Wang Hong couldn't care less about eating and drinking anymore, he reached out and grabbed a large piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and quickly stood up to meet the enemy.

While Wang Hong and the other two were holding back the army of the Desolate tribe, the army of the human tribe stationed on Huya Island all mobilized and attacked Chiyan Island.

This time, the human army assembled a total of 500,000 troops, eight avatars, and even Zhang Chunfeng, who was seriously injured and turned into a Sanxian, went out to join the battle, vowing to avenge his past.

Although the Desolate Clan also deployed many defensive methods on Chiyan Island, all the defensive methods were gradually flattened by the opening of the eight gods.

Under the full attack of the human race, the Huang race on Chiyan Island quickly fell into a disadvantage.

The desolate people on the island hastily contacted the army returning to Flying Fish Island, hoping that they could come back to rescue them.

The seven cultivators who were besieging Wang Hong's brothers soon received a call for help from Chiyan Island.

They had already expected that the human race would take the opportunity to attack Chiyan Island, but they thought that if the other party sent a large army to attack Feiyu Island, the rear would definitely not have enough strength.

If there is no army to Fan, they will be able to deal with the enemy quickly, and then quickly return to rescue.

One thing they didn't expect was that there were only two people attacking Flying Fish Island, and their defense methods were extremely powerful. For a moment, the seven of them had nothing to do.

Moreover, the hundreds of thousands of troops brought in were also entangled by a swarm of poisonous bees, and the two sides are currently fighting inextricably.

Now if their seven God Transformation powerhouses withdraw and go back to reinforce Chiyan Island, but the hundreds of thousands of troops they brought will be entangled by poisonous bees, they may not be able to go back, and none of them will be willing to lose so many troops at once.

The only thing they can do now is to make a quick decision so that they can quickly return to Red Flame Island.

But these two people stuck to them like brown sugar, and they couldn't get rid of them.

The seven strong men of the Desolate race were so angry that they wished to die together with the two of them.

But it was useless, the defense of that celebrity race was too advanced.

In this way, the two sides fought for another whole day.

But at this time, Wang Hong received a summons that Chiyan Island had been captured.

"Since the seven have important things to do, we brothers will stop bothering you and leave!"

Before Wang Hong left, he still did not forget to say hello. At the same time, with a thought, the remaining 100,000 poisonous bees all buzzed towards him.

Although the seven Desolate people felt that there was something wrong with Wang Hong's sudden withdrawal, they didn't have the time to think carefully, and they didn't want to continue to entangle with Wang Hong.

Immediately shouting loudly, he led the army of the Huangzu and flew towards Chiyan Island.

Wang Hong looked at the direction in which the army of the Desolate tribe was leaving, his pupils narrowed slightly, and an invisible cone of spiritual consciousness quietly pierced towards the last strong man of the Desolate tribe.

At the same time as Wang Hong was acting, Wang Yi's sword flew out, slashing at the last Desolate Race God Transformation.