Chapter 4485: Retreat

Faced with the sudden ambush, Zheng's group of people were a little panicked, but Zheng Yuanwu knew that he must not panic, he was the backbone, if even he lost his composure, their group of cultivators would be annihilated.

He gritted his teeth and roared: "Yu Ming, attack together, and break the formation with all your strength."

Yu Ming, who was standing aside, had a dark face and replied: "Okay."

In his heart, he had already cursed the traitor dozens or hundreds of times, and wanted to eat his flesh and blood, but now was a critical moment, and he could not care about much, breaking through first was important.

Immediately, the two of them attacked together.

Zheng Yuanwu took out a golden short pestle-like magic weapon at all costs, and sprayed out a stream of blood essence from his mouth. Suddenly, the golden short pestle shone brightly, and the aura increased sharply.

This is a top-grade spiritual treasure, and with the blessing of Zheng Yuanwu's blood essence, its power increased greatly.

His face turned cold, and he pointed casually, "Go."

Instantly, the golden short pestle soared into the sky, aimed at the weak point of the isolation array that had not yet completely closed, and stabbed it quickly.

"Bang."

With a crisp sound, the golden short pestle flew backwards, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared at the connection of the array. The closing speed slowed down, but it was still closing.

Obviously, this attack did not achieve the effect that Zheng Yuanwu wanted.

At the same time, Yu Ming's golden giant sword also flew out and slashed at the connection of the array.

"Bang."

The cracks expanded again, but soon closed slowly again, and continued to close, trying to completely seal off this large group of people.

"Fight with them, we will also help the head of the family."

At this time, the Zheng family members who were trapped in the array were not idle, and they all roared angrily.

At this critical moment, in order to save their own lives and everyone else's lives, they didn't care about their bodies and used their best skills, even at the cost of their essence.

"Kill."

"Fight with them."

"We must break this formation, otherwise we will all die here, kill."

Immediately, hundreds of light beams hit the formation, making a series of explosions, one after another, and they used all their strength.

In comparison, these people's strength is only at the Manifestation Saint Realm, and some are still at the Dao Emperor Realm. Their strength is low and they can't make much effect, but it's better than nothing.

It happened in a flash. Seeing that his attack had little effect, Zheng Yuanwu was a little anxious.

"We can't delay any longer, otherwise, there will be no chance."

Thinking of this, he no longer held back, and slapped his chest with his right hand. With a "puff", a mouthful of blood spurted out and immersed in the golden short pestle. Suddenly, the golden short pestle became more powerful and rushed towards the top of his head.

"Puff."

The originally solid formation had a crack, and it was almost penetrated by the golden short pestle.

Zheng Yuanwu, who looked pale, was overjoyed when he saw it, "Okay, there's a chance, come again, explode for me."

Immediately, he didn't care about much, and as soon as he thought about it, the golden short pestle exploded in an instant, exploding a ball of golden light, with a huge momentum, shaking the entire space, and actually blasted a gap in the isolation formation.

For a moment, the formation began to collapse.

Zheng Yuanwu roared: "Yu Ming."

Seeing this, Yu Ming on the side also decisively took action, and the golden sword shone brightly, and stabbed out with a sword.

"Puff."

A bigger gap was opened in the trap array, and it slowly collapsed, like the cracking of ice.

Zheng Yuanwu was delighted and shouted, "Let's go, escape first."

Without saying anything, he took the lead and rushed out of the trap array, followed by Yu Ming, not hurriedly.

Behind him, the other Zheng clan members scattered around, staring at this scene with great vigilance, their spiritual thoughts spread rapidly, searching for the enemy's traces.

"Damn it, who dared to suddenly attack us?"

"Hmph, there is a traitor in our clan. Could it be that the Black God Cult has known the news a long time ago? If so, we are in great danger now."

"What are you afraid of? Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. As long as the clan leader is still here, we will be fine."

"On the battlefield, swords have no eyes. I'm afraid that the clan leader will be too busy to take care of himself. Alas, let's just pray for the best."

"This..."

The Zheng clan members kept talking, and some even began to waver and were in low spirits.

Yes, in the face of life and death crisis, it's a lie to say that they are not afraid. We are all human beings and are afraid of death.

In mid-air, Zheng Yuanwu did not relax at all. He did not dare to be careless in the slightest. His mind quickly extended out.

Soon, he found the person who took action.

"Hmm? That's... not good, quickly disperse."

Yu Ming was stunned for a moment, "What?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the originally calm sky was filled with light spots, which were extremely hot, as if the sun was burning, very shocking, and then one after another, fireballs appeared from the sky.

At a glance, there were thousands of fireballs, emitting a scorching power, as if the whole sky was burning, with the supreme power of destroying the world.

"Kill."

As a cold voice fell, thousands of fireballs fell like a rainstorm, completely covering many Zheng family cultivators including Zheng Yuanwu, without a single dead angle, and there was no place to escape.

"No, no way, so many fireballs are falling, it's over now, it's completely over."

A Zheng clan member looked up at the sky, full of despair.

There are also more people who rose up to resist, unwilling to die here.

"Damn it, damn it, I don't believe it, just die here, I don't believe it."

"It's the army of the Black God Cult, it's the traitors who betrayed us, damn it, I'm afraid we're all going to die together now."

"Fight back, fight back, pick up the shield to block the attack, don't lose your footing."

Various voices came one after another, some were stagnant in place, desperate to forget to fight back, and more people took out their defensive shields and held up shields one after another, trying to resist this round of attacks.

"Boom."

"Ah!"

"No, I don't want to die yet."

The next moment, the sound of the earth shaking, mixed with the screams and desperate wails of the crowd, intertwined together, like a hellish scene, right in front of Zheng Yuanwu, making him extremely painful.

The fireballs as big as a hill fell down. For the immortal cultivators, they might be able to resist one or two, but for the low-level cultivators, it was a desperate hell.

In an instant, his eyes were red, and he looked at the tragedy below with a wrenching heart.

In just this round of fireball attacks, more than half of the cultivators died and turned into ashes. Even the Zheng family members who had escaped this disaster were mostly injured and lost their combat effectiveness.

It can be imagined that only a more tragic scene will happen next.

Zheng Yuanwu's eyes were bleeding and he roared: "Retreat."