Chapter 5420
Fan Tianyou was surrounded by dozens of demonic souls, his golden spiritual power became dimmer and dimmer, and every punch he made seemed extremely difficult.
The Half-Beast King was seriously injured and his consciousness gradually became blurred. If it were not for his obsession, he would have collapsed long ago.
“No, we can’t hold on any longer!”
A beastman let out a desperate roar, threw down the battle axe in his hand, turned around and ran backwards.
His figure was like a signal, instantly igniting the fear of the other monks.
More and more monks began to flee. They could no longer endure this hellish battle and only wanted to save their own lives.
“Don’t run! Hold your ground! We still have a chance!”
Ao Lie roared loudly, trying to stop the escaping monk, but he himself was entangled by several demonic spirits and had no time to spare.
More and more people fled, and the defense line of the monks’ camp collapsed instantly. The army of demon souls took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, and more monks fell in a pool of blood.
Wu Hao looked at the scene before him, feeling a wave of despair. He knew that if this continued, everyone would die here, and the Sixth Heaven would fall completely into the hands of the demonic cultivators.
“Sacrificial Codex… Perhaps, this is the only hope.”
A trace of determination flashed in Wu Hao’s eyes. He took out a golden box from his arms. The box was engraved with complex runes and exuded a faint sacred aura. It was the treasure box that stored the sacrificial book.
“Soul Devourer! Don’t you want the Sacrifice Manual? I’ll give it to you!”
Wu Hao raised the treasure box and shouted with all his strength, his voice was particularly clear in the chaotic battlefield.
Soul Devourer heard the voice and immediately stopped attacking. A glimmer of greed flashed in his empty eye sockets: “Throw the book over here! Otherwise, I will kill you immediately!”
“If you want the tome, come after me!”
Wu Hao sneered and turned to run towards the distant mountains. “As long as you can catch up with me, the Sacrifice Book will be yours! But if you dare to use a strong attack, I will destroy it immediately!”
“You dare!”
Seeing this, Soul Devourer roared in anger, but did not dare to act rashly.
The sacrificial book is of vital importance to him, and he must not let Wu Hao destroy it.
“Don’t run!”
The Soul Eater rode a lion and followed Wu Hao closely, always keeping a certain distance. He didn’t dare to get too close and be tricked by Wu Hao, but he was also afraid that he would run away.
Seeing this, the two Wushuang elders also wanted to leave Kai and chase after him, but were blocked by Kai.
“Your opponent is me. Want to leave? It’s not that easy!”
Kai held the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, and golden light surged around him. The sacred aura spread out like a tide, causing the two Wushuang elders to feel a palpitation in their hearts.
“Stop him!”
The old man on the left shouted loudly, and swung the two long swords again. Countless sword energies shot towards Kai, trying to forcibly break through his obstruction.
Kai was not afraid at all. The Dragon Slaying Sword danced in his hand with impenetrable force, and the golden sword light blocked all the sword energy.
He knew that he had to buy enough time for Wu Hao so that he could successfully lure away the Soul Devourer and create an opportunity for other cultivators to escape.
“Everyone, run! Leave here quickly while Soul Devourer is gone!”
Taoist Wuji shouted at the monks around him, waving his whisk to drive away the surrounding evil spirits.
Han Lie, Zi Yuan, Fan Tianyou and others reacted when they heard the sound.
They endured their injuries, supported each other, and fled away from the battlefield.
The remaining monks followed behind, running desperately, fearing that they would be caught up by the evil spirit.
The Demon Soul Army lost the command of Soul Devourer and was stopped by the two Wushuang Elders by Kai. For a moment, they were thrown into disarray and failed to organize a pursuit in time.
Xue Wuying looked at the fleeing monks, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes. The cloth bag in his hand had swelled considerably, filled with souls, but it was still far from the resources he needed for a breakthrough.