Battle of the Redmoon city (25)

After losing a peak-level Demon Lord, the strength of those in the battle ring was limited. Zhan Yu and the others were killing almost every time they attacked, and a demon died with every strike.

Li Mangshan's moves were even more incisive, and his halos were thrown out as if they were free, killing a large number of demons.

In front of the demonic mirror, the four demon supremacies looked gloomy as they watched the battle gradually lose ground and be swallowed by the experts of the heavenly martial realm.

The four of them were like wooden sculptures, without a hint of life. The heavy atmosphere made it hard for people to breathe.

After a while, the defeat was almost certain.

"What should we do?" hou asked.

No one could answer this question.

At this moment, there were only two groups of forces left in the crack position. One group was guarding the position and could not be deployed.