C221 The Success of the First Stage Would be the Death of Thousands of Bones
C221 The Success of the First Stage Would be the Death of Thousands of Bones
Yang Qi chased after them for a hundred miles!
No one knew how many Demonic Devils had been slaughtered by him.
The power of a True Dragon was so terrifying!
He originally wanted to continue chasing, but the effect of the True Dragon's power had already disappeared.
The Essence Energy in his body had also been used up by eighty to ninety percent.
He checked his Slash Point s:
One hundred million.
He was stunned.
He had killed at least a few hundred thousand Demonic Devils. How could it be that the Slash Point s hadn't increased?
"System, what's going on?"
"Host, the Slash Point s are temporarily closed."
Hearing the system's words, Yang Qi did not intend to continue investigating.
He thought that the Demonic Devil's retreat was really too fast. Although the Demonic Devil had suffered countless casualties, the Essence Energy was still not injured.
He slowly walked back.
When he arrived outside the First Line City, Yang Qi looked at the ruins in front of him. The originally strongest defense line of the Dragon Country had collapsed under the attack of the Demonic Devil.
He walked into the First Line City.
General Tyrant Blade was counting the casualties of the Martial Artist and the army in this war.
The Martial Artist had lost a hundred thousand men, and the army had lost a million men!
Although this was a number that pained everyone, it was fortunate that their strength was like the Demonic Devil, and they did not suffer any great losses.
Emperor Hee Ye and the rest of the Primordial General could be seen walking towards Yang Qi with quick steps. They bowed deeply to Yang Qi.
"Yang Qi the Great Emperor."
Emperor of Primeval Chaos had once again become the Great Sovereign!
"I'm not a Great Sovereign. I can only use the True Dragon Power for half an hour."
Yang Qi said.
Emperor Hee Ye and Primordial General looked at each other when they heard this. They didn't know whether to believe it or not.
Believe it. If it wasn't Emperor of Primeval Chaos, how could he use the True Dragon Power for half an hour? This was just too absurd.
They couldn't believe it. They also felt that with Yang Qi's age, no matter how heaven defying a genius was, it was impossible for him to cultivate to such an extent.
They didn't continue to think about it.
They knew that Yang Qi was the hero of the entire Dragon Country. If it wasn't for Yang Qi, the Dragon Country would have undoubtedly been destroyed by the Demonic Devil.
Yang Qi looked at the mountain of corpses. For the first time in his life, his heart felt so heavy. He closed his eyes.
He remembered that Emperor once asked him why people lived in this world, but he didn't answer back then.
Later, when he went to the arena in Yunding School to fight General of Heavenly River, he said to Emperor:
"The reason why people live in this world is to live."
Whether it was poverty or wealth, whether it was Martial Artist or ordinary people, in this world where Demonic Devils roamed freely, it was all for the sake of living.
Emperor Hee Ye and the rest of the Primordial General did not continue talking. Their hearts were similarly heavy.
Before Yang Qi appeared, they could only fight to the death with the Demonic Devils, although they knew that with their strength, they absolutely could not fight against the Demon Plain in Snow Domains of Demon Plain in Snow Domain.
However, they were fearless in the face of death. They were protecting the Dragon Country.
Later on, Yang Qi appeared.
A layer of true dragon energy wrapped around their body. At that time, there was absolutely no word that could describe their excitement at that time.
It was because they knew that with Yang Qi's appearance, the Dragon Country... had been defended.
The Martial Artist and the army were as excited as them. At the border of life and death, an existence that seemed like a god had suddenly descended.
Yang Qi opened his eyes and looked at the mountain of corpses once again. The stench of blood had filled every corner of First Line City, and it had not stopped for a long time.
"Hehe."
He suddenly smiled.
Although he was laughing, his face was filled with endless sorrow. He paused, one word at a time, and muttered to himself:
"By relying on Jun Mo's words to confer the title of Marquis, once a general succeeds... ten thousand bones wither away."