My brother is too strong.

Han Zhang's voice was calm, but full of dominance.

Everyone also understood that he came for Lu Shaoqing, and he didn't take other people seriously.

No one dared to speak, even Zhai Bingzhou and Wen Cang, who were both in the state of transformation, didn't dare to speak easily.

Han Zhang was a dimensionality reduction attack for them. Once they attacked them, they would not be his opponent even if they joined forces.

Finally, seeing that no one spoke, Han Zhang frowned and snorted unhappily, "Cowardly humans, are you all deaf?"

The voice was like thunder, shaking everyone's blood and qi, and some weak people vomited blood on the spot.

It is no exaggeration to say that Han Zhang, who was in the realm of refining emptiness, didn't even need to take action, just a few cold snorts could make Huangcheng disappear into ashes.

At the critical moment, Yan Hongyu stood up.

She mustered up her courage, suppressed the fear in her heart, took a few steps forward, and said to Han Zhang directly, "Senior, Mr. Lu has left here."

"Left?" Han Zhang frowned immediately.

After hearing that Lv Shaoqing had left, although he didn't say much, everyone had a feeling that Han Zhang seemed to be disappointed.

After a few breaths, he looked at the human race who was looking at him nervously, and said lightly, "Surrender, I can spare your lives."

Some of the several gods next to him seemed to want to say something, but they kept their mouths shut in the end.

When Han Zhang said this, many people were shocked, some showed bitterness and anger, but many also had flickering eyes and were moved.

Although Yan Hongyu felt great pressure, she had a firm expression, shook her head and said to Han Zhang, "Senior, I'm sorry that I can't obey your order."

Han Zhang was slightly surprised, "Are you not afraid of death?"

Yan Hongyu was only a few dozen years old. To Han Zhang, she was just a child, and a girl.

Facing him, she showed a fearless look, which was rare.

Yan Hongyu smiled slightly, her smile was quite miserable and tragic, "No matter how scared you are, there are some things you can't do, right?"

"You can't give up your dignity and be a dog just because you are afraid of death, right?"

This deeply hurt Duanmu Qingtian, his face flushed, and he couldn't help shouting, "Stinky girl, it's your honor that the master allowed you to surrender, don't be ungrateful."

Yan Hongyu didn't even bother to look at Duanmu Qingtian.

If it weren't for this traitor, the situation might not be so bad.

Han Zhang frowned and said unhappily, "When was it your turn to interrupt me when I was talking?"

With a cold snort, Duanmu Qingtian was hit hard in an instant, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

He lowered his head in fear and dared not say anything.

But the resentment in his eyes could not be concealed.

He was looked down upon by his former fellow tribesmen and became a dog, and the dog owner was not good to him.

He was ruthless in his heart, don't let me find a chance.

Afterwards, Han Zhang said to Yan Hongyu again, "You have to think it over. If you don't agree, everyone here will die."

Countless people trembled in their hearts. Some people wanted to speak up and tell Yan Hongyu not to make decisions for others casually.

Yan Hongyu still shook his head firmly, "The only way is to die."

Han Zhang didn't say much when he saw this. With his status, he was already very respectful to persuade Yan Hongyu. If he continued to persuade, it would be very cheap.

He turned around and said, "Let's do it."

Several demon gods, including Duanmu Qingtian, couldn't help but get excited.

Although the human race's defense line looks magnificent and majestic, for the gods, it only takes a little labor cost to completely destroy it.

The demon clan's white-clothed incarnation laughed, his voice was feminine, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, "Haha, human race, Lord Han gave you a chance, but you didn't take it, don't blame us."

"Today, you all have to die here, and use your blood to announce the return of our holy race."

The other incarnations also laughed, and everyone's eyes revealed ferocity and cruelty.

"Haha..."

They laughed loudly, exuding their own breath unscrupulously.

The powerful pressure continued to impact Huangcheng, and Huangcheng's defensive formation continued to light up.

Many human cultivators even heard the sound of the formation making a crackling sound. Under the pressure of the incarnation, the formation could collapse at any time.

The sky is about to fall.

Countless people are in despair.

At this time, Duanmu Qingtian laughed and said to the several gods around him, "My lords, why don't you leave this matter to me?"

"Why should I dirty your hands if I kill them?"

A lackey should have the awareness of a lackey.

Duanmu Qingtian's performance made the demon gods very satisfied.

"Not bad," the demon god in white nodded with satisfaction, "In that case, I'll leave it to you."Although he was satisfied, his gaze at Duanmu Qingtian was full of contempt and disdain.

After getting permission, Duanmu Qingtian's murderous intent surged, making him twisted.

He took a step forward and came to the sky above Huangcheng. Everyone stared at Duanmu Qingtian with shock and anger.

Traitors are often more hateful than enemies.

At the same time, traitors will kill their compatriots more cruelly than enemies.

Duanmu Qingtian looked at Huangcheng and the continuous camps below with a fierce look. Some cultivators of the human race had already fled secretly.

Faced with such a situation, no one believed that there would be a miracle.

Morale dropped, fighting spirit was lost, and fear made them deserters.

"Humph!" Duanmu Qingtian snorted coldly, then gathered all his strength and slapped Huangcheng hard.

Although he was injured, the strength he exerted was not something that ordinary people could contend with.

Powerful spiritual power roared down, like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head. All the formations in Huangcheng burst out with light frantically, and under the urging of the cultivators, they tried to resist Duanmu Qingtian's palm.

The difference in strength was huge. In the end, countless lights went out, the formations continued to collapse, and the cultivators continued to spit blood and fall down.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the defense that the human race had spent a lot of effort to arrange was easily destroyed by Duanmu Qingtian's palm.

The powerful power turned many low-level cultivators into a blood mist while screaming...