I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

Zhuang Zhou used the mysterious method of lion's roar, and the sound resounded in all directions.

The originally restless and panicked creatures in the four realms unexpectedly became quiet at this time.

This is an unwinnable war.

There are endless demons in the abyss, not to mention that their individual strength is inferior to each other. It's just that the demons in this abyss are emerging one after another, and they can be killed with a pile of human lives.

despair!

surrender!

Accept fate!

anger!

All kinds of negative emotions are rolling and surging in the hearts of the creatures in the four regions.

But this time.

Zhuang Zhou's roar resounded.

But it was like a beam of light piercing through the layers of dark clouds, illuminating the darkest side of their hearts.

"Birds! Follow my orders and form a thousand-feather battle formation!"

Zhuang Zhou commanded in an orderly manner, and every word he spoke was filled with confidence and determination.

Birds crow excitedly.

Colorful feathers fill the sky.

The secret of the Thousand Feathers Battle Formation appeared in their minds.

Without Zhuang Zhou's command, they naturally formed a battle formation.

This is a fight for survival, a fight for destiny.

They unanimously activated all their potentials and used all their strength to deal with the demon that suddenly attacked in front of them.

Tongxuan Realm, Golden Core Realm, Divine Power Realm... Thousands of birds were flapping their wings in the sky.

The leader of the demon couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

"How dare you, the mob, compete with my demon clan!"

The gap between the two sides is obvious.

Although there are only three hundred demons in the clan, each of them is an elite at the level of magical power. The demon at the head has already reached the level of the earth evil realm. They are trained in an orderly and uniform manner.

On the other hand, look at Zhuang Zhou.

Although there are many birds, they have different groups, different cultivation levels, and different minds. They lack orderly exercise. Even if Zhuang Zhou temporarily injects a battle formation into them, they cannot achieve unified movements.

No need to fight at all.

The strength gap between the two sides has become clear.

"Even if we fight to the death, we will not retreat! Because behind us is our family, our children, our people, and our endless hope for the future!"

Zhuang Zhou slowly walked out from among the beasts.

He wore a scarlet cloak.

The little face was tense, with a serious expression.

Thousands of birds are behind him, and he is the invincible general who rules all directions.

Zhuang Zhou faced off against the burly and majestic demon alone.

For a moment, he was in a trance, as if he had returned to his previous life, and returned to the moment when he fought for Lingtian Realm, the ethnic group, and the empress.

that time.

He lost.

Trapped hostage to the devil.

The empress also died because of him.

"Why are you still worried? Didn't you agree that you won't be the empress's face again in this life?"

"Why are you still crying? Back then, I could be snatched away by the empress, so I was reluctant to serve her!"

Zhuang Zhou whispered.

Crying and laughing.

Rolling demonic energy surged toward him.

Zhuang Zhou suddenly raised his head.

Revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

"No matter what, I never want the tragedy of my previous life to happen again!"

"And today, consider it my first battle to break the shackles of fate!"

Zhuang Zhou waved his arms.

The broken sword is in hand.

"The heaven and earth are shocked, the ghosts and gods cry, the sword opens, the moon shines and the dark clouds break!"

"Hold the long sword and break the sky. I will dye the sky with my blood!"

Zhuang Zhou's voice sounded together.

The ferocious beasts behind them sang in high pitched chorus.

"The heaven and earth are shocked, the ghosts and gods cry, the sword opens, the moon shines and the dark clouds break!"

"Hold the long sword and break the sky. I will dye the sky with my blood!"

The war song sounded, and the blood boiled.

The spirits of all the birds behind Zhuang Zhou are condensed into one with Zhuang Zhou.

"Is this a war song?!"

Everyone in the Human League watched, and when they heard the roar of the beast behind Zhuang Zhou, their hearts tightened, as if they were being clenched by a fist.

Even in a different world.

Even if they are hundreds of millions of kilometers apart.

They all felt that their spirits were being infected and ignited by an inexplicable force, and the blood in their chests was boiling and unstoppable!

War song.

An extremely ancient method.

It is said that its function is to ignite the courage, blood and spirit in the hearts of soldiers, and finally turn it into the morale of going forward indomitably and considering death as home.

However, the war song is misty.

It has been lost in the Lingtian world for a long time. Who would have known that it would reappear in the hands of Zhuang Zhou.

"Stand side by side with me and fight for our people until death!"

Zhuang Zhou raised his arms and waved, breaking the sword's divine light, and the black light tore apart Xiao Han.

"Till death!"

"Till death!"

The birds behind Zhuang Zhou seemed to be stunned and charged forward fearlessly.

"How dare you, the mob, compete with us?"

The demon leader's eyes were still filled with contempt and disdain.

How about singing a war hymn?

So what if the morale of having no hesitation is boosted?

Still an ant.

Still a reptile.

Who can compare with the army of demons under his command?

Thousands of Linyu turned into dense arrows and shot towards the demon army.

The demon army condensed into a formation and turned into a copper wall to resist the attack.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

All the feathers were blocked by the iron wall and bounced back.

Birds alone can do nothing.

"Hahahaha, ants are ants, you can't even break through our defenses, how can you fight us!"

The leader of the demon clan laughed loudly and openly, full of ridicule and contempt.

"They can't do it, but I can! Thousands of feathers return to one, and I insist on one sword!"

Zhuang Zhou shouted.

Qi and blood surged in his body, venting out like a rolling river.

In the battle formation, he is the commander-in-chief.

Two armies confront each other.

It is not the soldiers that determine victory or defeat, but the generals!

God bless you.

He briefly recovered to the eighth level of magical power realm.

His combat power has also recovered somewhat.

He can control magical powers and command thousands of birds to fight against demons.

Billions of feathers merged into one under the command of Zhuang Zhou's spiritual thoughts.

It turned into a thousand-foot giant sword and slashed down with a crash.

The power of the five fingers is dispersed and cannot hurt the enemy.

But once it becomes a fist, it has the power to kill the enemy!

The sword comes out.

Shield shattered.

The dozens of demons headed by him were chopped into pieces.

Behind them, other demons also vomited blood and looked ashen because their battle formation was broken.

Who would have thought that Zhuang Zhou used the rabble of birds behind him to actually achieve amazing results.

"Ah! Poof!"

Zhuang Zhou grinned and was about to laugh.

There was a fishy-sweet feeling in the throat.

He actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

The method of battle formation gathers the strength of thousands of soldiers into one body. If the strength is not enough, hurting the enemy will also hurt yourself.

"General!"

A concerned voice came from behind Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou waved his hand to show that he was fine.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a sad expression.

"Haha, I didn't expect that my cultivation level has improved so quickly, but my physical body's quality still hasn't kept up. Such a small combined blow made my flesh shell unable to bear it and I was hurt!"

Zhuang Zhou's tone was somewhat self-deprecating.

However, when Zhuang Zhou looked at the demon clan, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

"Who said you were just a mob? Come on, let's join forces and kill him! Let him know who is the real mob!"

As soon as Zhuang Zhou said this.

All the birds chirped.

At this moment, their hearts are filled with not only the long-cherished desire to protect, the passion for fighting, but also an invincible glory.

Zhuang Zhou was at war.

Fighting for their home.

Fighting for their blood.

Fighting for their glory.

What reason do they have not to fight side by side with Zhuang Zhou and repel these vicious invaders in front of them?

The leader of the demon suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

His expression changed.

Because the aura of the bird behind Zhuang Zhou changed.

For example, the birds in the past were just a group of scattered beasts, with no blood and no coagulation of spirit.

At this moment, the bird turned into a sharp sword, which was extremely tough and had a sharp edge that could cut through all kinds of bonds in the world.