You have a good chance, I accept it.

Feeling the pressure, Ye Lin also successfully judged the strength of several people.

"Bai Feng, you have become a discarded child of the Demon Spirit Clan. The Demon Spirit Clan no longer cares about your life or death. Why do you still resist? Surrender now, and I promise not to kill you."

At this moment, a group of black gas in the distance continued to rise, and the black gas rolled, and gradually manifested a black throne from it, on which sat a man in a black robe.

The man had no face, only two scarlet eyes, and he had no so-called arms. What he had was only bone arms, which were as white as jade, without a bit of flesh and blood.

The whole body exuded the aura of the peak of the True Immortal. Just sitting there quietly, you can feel a strong king's aura from it.

This is a breath that belongs only to the superior.

"The Demon Spirit Clan swears not to be slaves. My Demon Spirit Clan members can only die standing, not kneeling to live. Give up this idea."

Bai Feng said in an unquestionable tone, and waves of pressure came from behind him.

The three grey-robed elders behind him had an expression of fearless death, as if they were ready to die.

"Okay, Bai Feng, I respect you as a man, but the higher-ups have told us that your army must be destroyed in ten days."

"You resisted me for a hundred years, a hundred years should be enough, and there are not many immortal stones left, right? Even if you can still hold on after a hundred years of fighting, what about your soldiers?"

"I'm afraid they are already at the end of their strength, right?"

After the other side's voice fell, Bai Feng's face changed slightly. He naturally knew how his soldiers were.

For a hundred years, there was a large-scale attack every ten years, and each attack lasted for a year or even several years, leaving them with little time to rest.

After such frequent attacks, the soldiers in his hands were already exhausted, and there were few strategic resources left.

Now they are already at the end of their strength, and they are just waiting for the so-called support.

"Bai Feng, come on, let's have a fair fight."

"Battle formation, start."

After the voice finished speaking, the figure sitting on the throne opposite slowly stood up. He took off his black robe, revealing a white jade skeleton with a pair of bone wings behind him.

There were only two balls of scarlet light burning in his eye sockets.

"Kill, kill, kill."

Shouts of killing resounded through the starry sky. In Ye Lin's eyes, the warships on the opposite side all emitted bursts of light. These lights combined together, and the stars were a ball of black air.

"Ang..."

A melodious and ancient long howl came, and a five-clawed dragon with a black body was seen hovering in the vacuum zone in the middle.

The five-clawed dragon had a pair of scarlet eyes, and it exuded an unrivaled aura. Even Ye Lin couldn't help but take a few steps back.

In the air, there was an invisible force of suppression. The closer you get, the stronger the suppression force.

Moreover, the aura of this repressive force permeated the surroundings, surrounding all directions. At this moment, Ye Lin could not escape, and he could not leave.

The void around him was blocked. Once he wanted to leave, he would be stared at by the five-clawed dragon in front of him.

Ye Lin felt that he could not resist the desperate aura alone.

Ye Lin was so uncomfortable, and the soldiers behind him were obviously not feeling well. The soldiers of the Demon Spirit Clan were knocked down by this aura, and they couldn't even stand steadily, and their faces were pale.

"Bone King, I will satisfy you, the army formation, rise."

Bai Feng noticed the embarrassment of the soldiers behind him and snorted coldly.