"If our entire army is wiped out, then the spiritual race will definitely be wiped out!"

When everyone heard Fu Wanrou's words, they were shocked!

Mingtong nodded and said, "That's right, I agree too!"

This may be the only good news in such a terrifying reality.

"The Spiritual Clan will not attack us in a short period of time, and we must also solve the problem of constant death." Fu Wanrou said, "Even this eleventh war will end early."

When everyone heard this, their eyes changed.

I saw Hunyue’s heart was very painful and said, “What we are now… have we won?”

Everyone was silent, extremely depressed, unable to answer.

Everyone doesn't know whether to win or not, but they know they must have lost.

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The Lingxing River, deep in the depths.

As Fu Wanrou said, the situation of the Spirit Clan is as bad as the Fairy Star River.

The spiritual race died in large numbers, and even died faster than the Heavenly King Realm of the Fairy Star River!

Li Ming and Lu Yuanxing watched one heavenly king after another die with their own eyes! They were blushing, and some even felt so painful that they couldn't help but slapped themselves a few times!

"How could this happen? How could this happen?!" Even Li Ming, who had always been calm, couldn't help but roar and roared, "Where is Hu Dingfang? Has he not come back yet?!"
Chapter completed!