Supreme Conquering System Chapter 2545

"Then let's fight, and swear to use my life to fortify my homeland, and not to let my blood fall!"

Ye Guhong roared towards the sky with her mournful voice, like rolling thunder, he directly entered Qingming, and shook the entire Myriad Treasures World.

Although we are weak, we can still fight against powerful enemies!

Even if I have to die, I have to release my own light in the end. I do not seek to defeat my enemy, but rather, I do not wish to disgrace my Weasel Rider.

I won't give up until I damage my unyielding bones!

"Fight!"

The thirty thousand Weasel Rider roared like a Ash Wolf howling in the sky.

One person alone was enough to shock the entire world!

"Boom!"

The Winged Wolf stepped into the air, and under Ye Guhong's lead, the thirty thousand Weasel Rider charged towards the numerous enemies in the sky.

An endless aura of slaughter filled the skies!

Fight!

We are Weasel Rider, a Weasel Rider that can ride on a thousand horses, a Weasel Rider that can charge thousands of miles like a wolf, fighting to become king in the Vast Expanse!

"Weasel Rider …"

All the living beings in the Myriad Treasures World looked at the thirty thousand Weasel Rider, muttering to themselves as their blood boiled.

Perhaps …

Perhaps … He could fight!

"Oh? A bunch of pitiful reptiles, and you want to resist? "

The silver-armored general raised his eyebrows, revealing a contemptuous expression.

"A reptile must have the self-awareness of being a reptile. No matter how strong they are, they cannot defy the heavens!"

The silver-armored general laughed coldly.

In the next instant, with a light wave of his hand, the experts behind him all felt as though numerous deities were pressing down on them.

The overwhelming aura surged down like a torrential storm, shaking the world and tearing the sky apart.

It also extinguished the spirit of the Myriad Treasures World, causing a fighting spirit to rise in his heart.

Without much words, just the suppression from their auras was enough to extinguish their will to resist.

Many creatures felt as if they had fallen into a cave of ice as they kneeled on the ground. They did not dare to have any thoughts of resisting anymore.

As for the thirty thousand Weasel Rider s, they had fallen into a torrential storm of auras. They were like a pack of wolves charging amidst a storm of lightning, about to be drowned by the rain at any moment!

Brave!

The countless living beings in Myriad Treasures World looked up at the sky and could not help but feel a sense of desolation and admiration.

This unyielding character deeply shocked them.

These were a group of respectable people!

"Kill!"

Ye Guhong bit her lips as dark red blood seeped out of her lips and floated down amidst the bone-piercing cold wind.

The falling blood seemed to be the prelude to a great battle.

In other words, it was the prelude to a ma.s.sacre!

"Bam!"

As the weapons and weapons collided, blood splattered into the sky!

In the first clash alone, over a hundred warriors from the Weasel Rider were killed on the spot.

On the Stellar Imperial Dynasty's side, with the hundred Ancient Saints as the arrows, they charged into the Weasel Rider's camp and slaughtered at will.

With every breath, Weasel Rider fell into the void!

"A group of ants dares to provoke the dignity of the Stellar Imperial Dynasty?"

The silver armored general looked at the falling Weasel Rider with disdain, and a teasing smile appeared on his face.

The current him was like an exalted G.o.d, judging a bunch of ants!

That so-called bravery and arrogance, made it feel even more ridiculous!

If the difference in strength was that great, he could make up for it with his so-called unyielding spirit.

Then why did the people of this world pursue great strength?

"AHH!"

The soldiers of the Weasel Rider roared, wanting to annihilate the enemy in front of them.

However, it was a pity that the ancient saints effortlessly killed him with a wave of their hands.

There was an insurmountable power gap between ordinary saints and the Ancient Saints. The huge gap between them caused one to feel despair!

In just a few breaths, the Weasel Rider had lost over a thousand soldiers.

The difference in strength meant that he was powerless to resist!