Even if you die in battle, you must fight.

The three quasi-emperors also had extremely solemn expressions on their faces, surrounded by qi machines that were condensed to the extreme.

In addition to the Ten Thousand Saint King Realm and Holy Lord Realm, the armies of the Nether Clan also have more than a dozen quasi-emperor level experts, the strongest of which is a seven-star quasi-emperor, and there are also many mid-level quasi-emperors and low-level quasi-emperors.

Quasi-Emperor.

Those low-level quasi-emperors and mid-level quasi-emperors, the three quasi-emperors have nothing to fear. The problem is which seven-star quasi-emperor.

If the three of them join forces, they may not be the opponent of the Seven-Star Quasi-Emperor of the Nether Tribe.

No matter how you look at it, the three families and one party are completely at a disadvantage, and may be defeated in a single confrontation.

Seeing the army of the underworld rushing towards them, the terrifying true meaning of death and the power of the underworld came like an avalanche of snow-capped mountains. The closer they got, the more tyrannical and shocking they became. The more the three families felt suffocated, their expressions became extremely solemn.

Chen Feng faced the terrifying aura of the underworld army, his face was solemn, but his eyes were filled with gleams of light.

An indescribable excitement grew deep in his heart, and Chen Feng's eyes became brighter and brighter, like the blazing sun.

There are tens of thousands of Nether clans and a dozen quasi-emperors. If they are killed and devoured, they will be able to accumulate a lot of power.

However, the Seven-Star Quasi-Emperor of the Nether Tribe is a tough guy, and he is not that easy to deal with under normal circumstances.

"Chen Shaodi, can you ask that senior to take action?"

Quasi-Emperor Penglan gritted his teeth and immediately asked Chen Feng. Quasi-Emperor Xuanyuan and Chilie also looked at Chen Feng with hope in their eyes.

"Can!"
Chapter completed!