"These damned humans!"
The enchantress frowned, her anger surging within her. As if overwhelmed by the pressure, she quickly jumped out of their attack range, dodging several attacks with a somersault.
However, he was still injured by several bursts of internal force.
Her black clothes were tattered, revealing her fair and flawless skin, which was breathtaking.
"puff--"
As the pain subsided, the square-faced elder's body became withered and emaciated, like that of an old man on the verge of death. He managed to land on a tree and rest briefly.
Start by closing your eyes and absorbing the surrounding energy to transform it into internal force.
He suffered a very serious injury and will need at least several years to recover.
If he hadn't obtained the Heart of the Spirit Vein today, he would have truly suffered a huge loss.
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a bunch of overconfident and greedy humans!"
The demoness stood on the void, her eyes blazing with endless killing intent, only her tone carrying a hint of mockery.
All they want is to steal the spiritual core from her!
Of the dozens of grandmaster-level experts, several have already perished, twenty are seriously injured, and a dozen are slightly injured, leaving only twelve who can still fight.
Of course, the demoness was also exhausted, and she appeared somewhat weak at the moment.
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Chapter 510 Compensation for You
"Witch, you must be severely weakened. If you hand over the Heart of the Spirit Vein today, we can leave!"
Wu Long glanced at the square-faced elder who was recovering in the tree, then looked at the demoness. A hint of apprehension and fear flashed across his eyes, but he suppressed it and his tone was unquestionable.
A compromise, a very obvious compromise!
Because if they continue fighting, the outcome is uncertain.
They might barely win, but all of them would be severely wounded; or they might be completely wiped out and perish here!
After all, they were still uncertain, not knowing what other tricks the demoness might have up her sleeve.
Are you dreaming?
The enchantress glanced disdainfully at the assembled grandmaster martial artists and said indifferently.
Blood-red spear!
A thick black aura once again emanated from it, infused with spiritual power.
"You! Do you really intend to fight us to the death?!"
Wu Long gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and killing intent, and spoke each word clearly.
"A fight to the death? Sorry... you don't have that right."
The enchantress gently shook her head and slightly raised her hand, preparing to sweep the blood-red spear out horizontally.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding martial arts masters became alert, gathering their inner strength in preparation for continuing the fight.
It was as if the air itself had frozen; no one dared to breathe deeply.
Even the younger generation watching from a distance dared not breathe loudly.
What should have been a bright and sunny morning turned into a gloomy and silent place.
"Crimson Cry!"
The enchantress murmured softly, then a sharp light suddenly flashed in her eyes. Holding a blood-red spear, her entire body was instantly surrounded by blood, and she charged forward once again like a war god.
The crimson spear stabbed wildly towards Wu Long!
"kill!"
The remaining eleven grandmasters leaped into the air, their inner energy surging forth.
A crimson light exploded, instantly blasting the eleven grandmasters away.
The enchantress's lips curled into a cold smile, and in an instant, the blood-red spear pierced Wu Long's heart.
A stab to the abdomen and a stab to the heart are two completely different things!
"puff--"
Wu Long's body was pierced through, and then he was kicked away by the demoness again.
This blow caused his life force to gradually fade away.
A gush of blood, like a fountain, shot through the air in a trembling yet artistic parabola.
Wu Long has fallen!
"What? Old Wu is dead!"
"Damn it, you vixen! Today we'll fight you to the death!"
"Kill! Kill!"