The leaders of other forces outside the Pterosaur Group fleet also quickly issued orders to escape, shouting at their men one after another.

However, their escape had no effect.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

The attacks of Yun Feng's ten spirit ships hit their warships, destroying large pieces of their warships.

In just a short time, the battle was over.

From the beginning of the battle to the end.

In less than three minutes, the fleet of tens of thousands of warships headed by the Winged Dragon Group ended up being completely annihilated.

Except for some burning flames, the starry sky around the Death Gang's base star was silent.

"I've decided!" Mo A'long looked at the starry sky in front of him, regained consciousness after a while, turned to look at Yun Feng, and said seriously.

"What have you decided?" Shang Wuya had long since recovered and asked curiously after hearing Mo A'long's words.

"Our Longhu Gang should just merge into the Death Gang!" Mo A'long smiled and said.

Before this battle, Mo A'long was still thinking about how to develop the strength of their Longhu Gang, but after seeing this scene of the battle, he no longer had the idea of ​​developing the strength of their Longhu Gang.

It’s so shocking!

Mo A'long is very sure in his heart that even if the Longhu Gang develops for thousands of years and several generations, they will never reach this level of strength!

The Death Gang is actually so powerful, Yun Feng is so powerful, and the Dragon Tiger Gang has such a good relationship with the Death Gang, and they want to develop a ball? Just like he said, they might as well merge into the Death Gang!
Chapter completed!