Ling Xiao sat cross-legged there. All the energy of the 100,000 enemies on the battlefield was condensed into energy stones by the Ancestral Dragon Tower, and then absorbed and transformed by the Devouring Ancestral Dragon.Μ.

One hundred thousand people.

It's a pity that the strength is a bit lacking.

So the bloodline did not advance.

From the beginning to the end of the battle, it actually only took more than ten minutes.

This is a warrior's war. Once you are ambushed, your disadvantage will quickly increase.

The battle ended very quickly.

This would definitely be a big win, if not for what happened next.

In this battle, 100,000 enemies were wiped out, while only a thousand people died on the side of the Zulong Empire, and most of them were soldiers at the martial arts master level.

For such a disparity in performance, the person who should be most grateful is Ling Xiao's formation.

This god-like achievement made people unhappy because of one thing.

"Commander Yang, the Ninth Prince is dying!"

someone shouted.

What!

When Ling Xiao heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

If the Ninth Prince dies, then this battle will really be a big loss. In Ling Xiao's opinion, even an army of 100,000 people cannot compare to the Ninth Prince's great ambitions.

If the Tyrant Empire rules the Zulong Empire in the future, this Dongfang Shuxiang will definitely become an important general under him.

But at this time, some people said that he was about to die.

"What a serious injury!"
Chapter completed!