Martial Peak

Of course, if Yang Kai deliberately concealed his figure, Manaya would not see a trace from such a distance.

But after the war for several days, Yang Kai still disappeared, what is he doing? From the standpoint of Manaya, the less Yang Kai is seen, the easier it is to think about it.

At this moment, Yang Kai had already returned to the Pure Yang Pass by the teleportation of the spatial arrays.

Not far from Mi Jinglun, he concealed his figure, combining the information he had discovered during this trip with his own guesses.

After listening, Mi Jinglun's expression also became extremely solemn.

According to the intelligence detected by Yang Kai, once the elite Moh reinforcements arrive on the battlefield and cooperate with the Mo people who do not return, the Terran army is absolutely unstoppable. At that time, it will be defeated by both sides. If the Mo clan strikes, the human clan will be in a dilemma.

Fortunately, the support army is far away from here, and it will take at least ten years to reach here.

What makes Mi Jinglun even more grateful is that there is no real king in the Mo people's reinforcements. As a result, Yang Kai's speculation that the Chutian Great Forbidden has not completely collapsed is correct.

But no one can tell when the first day of prohibition will collapse...

The original offensive against not returning was great, but at this moment, Mi Jinglun felt the undercurrent surging.

Raising his hand and rubbing his forehead, Mi Jinglun said in a voice transmission, "Junior, what do you think?"

Yang Kai looked at the battle line that the two sides were constantly pulling on the other side without returning to the pass, and slowly spit out a few words: "Quick battle and quick decision!"

Mi Jinglun couldn't help but his eyelids twitched: "In that case... there won't be too few dead people."

Yang Kai lowered his eyes: "If the war here is delayed by a minute, the hidden danger of the ban on the first day is even greater. Besides, for so many years, the soldiers who died in battle... are there few?"

Mi Jinglun was silent. He knew the current situation and what kind of decision is the wisest he also knew, but he still couldn't bear it, because he knew that once he gave that order, there would be many soldiers for it. Give your life.

Mi Jinglun thinks that he is not a benevolent person. Over the years, he has had to give some cruel orders many times, but those orders can create the greatest results at the least cost and fight on the battlefield. Every one of the dead soldiers died well.

As the commander-in-chief of the army who gave those orders, Mi Jinglun was ashamed of the dead soldiers, but he was not ashamed of the entire human race.

But the current situation is different after all.

If this order is truly conveyed, the human race may have to fight and die millions more soldiers!

This is such a huge number, so heavy that even an old man like Mi Jinglun can't bear it.

It is not that the ink is suffering from not returning to the customs at all, but the beginning of the ban!

Of course, the Human Race can continue to maintain this offensive, and spend more than ten years at the minimum cost to win without returning to the customs, but in the past ten years, who can say what will happen on the first day of the ban?

If in the past ten years or so, some irreversible changes occurred on the first day of the Great Forbidden, then it would be meaningless for the human race to win and not return. By that time, there will only be more dead people.

He understands the truth, but... it only takes more than ten years!

The war between the two races has been going on for thousands of years. Over the long span of thousands of years, more than a dozen years have only been a flash of time, but at this critical moment, some unpredictable changes have taken place.

Even if Mi Jinglun, who has always appeared in front of the world with a gentle and elegant image, couldn't help but curse his mother in his heart to relieve the boredom in his heart.

Right now, the only good news for the Terran army is that after the six wars in the past ten years, the Mo clan’s power has been weakened a lot, not to mention, it is only the powerhouse of the pseudo-lord. Almost hundreds of people died, and the number of those domain lord lords would only fall.

The main reason was that the Mo people suffered a lot of losses in the first two wars. In the following wars, the Mo people always adopted a complete defense strategy, and the losses were not too great.

But there are always some battle losses.

So if the Terran really launches a storm at all costs, it should be no problem to win or not return.

"How to solve the black giant god?" Mi Jinglun suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and asked.

If you want to win the level without returning, you can't get around the hurdle of the black giant god. In the ten-year battle, whether it is the human or the ink, they are restraining the tragic degree of the war.

The Mo people need to delay time and wait for the reinforcements to arrive. The Humans want to minimize losses, and they are also unwilling to expand the war to the extent that the giant gods participate in the war. With this kind of tacit understanding, naturally no one will easily dispatch this strongest assassin.

Because of its geographical advantage, the ink-colored giant spirit occasionally offered limited assistance to the Mo tribe. Ah Da and Ah Erna were watching the show through the domain gate.

"I cooperate with Ah Da Ah Er and the others. I dare not say that I can kill them. It is still possible to suppress them." Yang Kai replied.

Mi Jinglun heard this and secretly nodded. If Yang Kai can really achieve this level, then the Terran will have to reduce a lot of losses if it does not return. When the Terran does not return, the Terran can calmly solve the black giant. It's a god.

"Brother... have you decided?" Yang Kai asked.

Mi Jinglun stared at the battlefield, and it took a long time to say: "Why did things get to this point!"

Yang Kai was silent.

After a while, Mi Jinglun said solemnly: "This is the end of the matter, so I can only give it a go!"

Fortunately, he was not unprepared in recent years. A qualified commander in the war is bound to make all kinds of speculations and respond to various possible situations.

Although Mi Jinglun didn't expect a Mohite reinforcement army to come over from the beginning of the day, but he also deduced what to do if the human race had to win it in a short time without returning.

Being forced to this point right now, it is not without any certainty that all the previous assumptions are turned into actual actions.

It's just that no one can think that the final decisive battle of the human race against the non-returning offensive will be fought in this way!

Yang Kai said: "If this is the case, then I will go, I will try my best to kill the false king of the Mo clan, brother, please see the opportunity to act!"

Mi Jinglun nodded insignificantly.

The next moment, Yang Kai's breath disappeared by himself, Mi Jinglun raised his hand slightly, and the Herald who had been standing behind him stepped forward and said respectfully: "Mi Shuai!"

Mi Jinglun's deep voice came: "The ministries of the order..."

The messenger looked straight and listened carefully, but Mi Jinglun didn't say anything for a long time. It took a long time for the messenger to hear Mi Jinglun's difficult and determined voice: "Prepare to attack and not return!"

As a confidant who has been with Mi Jinglun and conveyed various orders to the major legions, the herald naturally knew what this order meant, and his expression suddenly became awe-inspiring. Although he was full of shock, he still passed the orders without hesitation. To the battlefield everywhere.

As a qualified herald, he does not need to question the decision of the commander, he only needs to communicate the command of the commander, so that the high level of all races can accurately receive this order...

After doing all of this, the herald with the seventh-Rank Open Heaven cultivation base looked up into the depths of the battlefield. What imprinted in his eyes were the human battleships cruising flexibly in the battlefield and the brilliance of the secrets and treasures in the sky.

He clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "Mi Shuai, I want to join the war!"

For a long time, he was responsible for passing orders around Mi Jinglun. He saw with his own eyes that because of the orders he delivered, the soldiers of the human race were fighting on the battlefield for their lives, many of them fell, but he was helpless.

He also knew that the fall of the soldiers had nothing to do with him. He was just a messenger. What he passed on was Mi Shuai's orders. As for the casualties and consequences of such orders, what does it have to do with him?

However, there are always some things in this world that are difficult to calculate, such as...people's hearts.

On the eve of the most tragic battle that was about to begin, the herald decided to follow his heart and made his only request to the human commander in front of him.

Mi Jinglun didn't turn her head back, only spit out one word: "Quasi!"

The messenger bowed to thank you.

Without returning to the customs, Monayer frowned and watched the battlefield. His cultivation base was strong and his divine consciousness was vast. In a single thought, the situation of the entire battlefield was clearly perceptible. Over the years, he seldom came to the end to fight, and it was precisely because he relied on it. With his overall planning, the Mo army could repel the human race at the minimum cost in World War I.

This war was no different from the previous few times. The Terran attack was tepid and made it clear that it would gradually erode the strength of the Mo race. Therefore, even though the war has been fighting for several days, the loss of the Mo race is within an acceptable range. , As for the Terran... Since the beginning of the third war, the price paid by the Terran in every battle has been negligible.

Because the Mo people didn't think about what to do with the Humans, under the control of Manaya, all the Mo people's power was concentrated on defense. Under such a situation, it was naturally difficult to cause much damage to the Humans.

There are only two things that are abnormal. The time of the Human Race’s launching of this war was a bit short, and it was only four months since the last war. This broke the law of the past.

Another point is that Yang Kai is gone.

Since he was killed in the airspace, he still hasn't been seen. This incident is very bizarre, and it has never happened before.

In the previous wars, Yang Kai always ran out to attack the pseudo-lords every time. Diaro and the pseudo-lords he led rushed to rescue and were troubled.

But this time, I haven't seen him take action for so many days.

Manaya could not even guess what he was doing right now. This kind of unknown made Monaya anxious, after all, it was Yang Kai who had always done extraordinary things with extraordinary means!

Just when he was thinking this way, a powerful breath suddenly burst out somewhere on the battlefield. Manaya's heart shuddered, and he turned his head and looked over there, only to see a torrential river running across the void, like a long whip. The battlefield swept away.