Chapter 3338

The reinforcements of the Demon Race noticed Zi Chen from afar. Their expressions changed and they began to retreat.

Zi Chen did not chase after them because there were other Demon Blades among them.

With his current strength, he could kill a Demon Blade one-on-one. If there were two Demon Blades together, he would be under a lot of pressure.

Meng Jianfeng came forward and looked at the retreating Demon Race. He was slightly unwilling.

Behind him, a group of wounded Spirit Race people came forward and expressed their gratitude to Zi Chen.

"Wu Ling, you're here too?"

Among these people, Zi Chen saw a familiar face. It was Wu Ling, whom he met when he first came to the Saint Spirit Realm.

At that time, Wu Ling was in the middle realm, and Zi Chen was in the lower realm. But now, Wu Ling was in the upper realm.

Wu Ling nodded and said bitterly, "We were attacked by the Demon Race. After the battle, some of us ran out. We didn't expect to be tricked by Meng Huai."

"Oh?"

Zi Chen looked at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling gritted his teeth and said, "They were attacked by the Demon Race, but they led the Demon Race to us. Then, they ran into the depths of the realm to find opportunities."

"What opportunities are there in the depths?" Zi Chen asked again.

"I'm not sure, but it's said that everyone is heading towards the depths. It's said that there's an opportunity there."

The group of upper realm cultivators looked at Zi Chen expectantly. Obviously, they would be much safer if they had Zi Chen with them.

Meng Jianfeng said, "Let's go take a look. Maybe we'll find something amazing."

"Do you know what opportunity it is?" Zi Chen asked again.

"I'm not sure, but it might be the Three Realm Spirit Fruit."

Looking at Zi Chen's puzzled expression, Meng Jianfeng continued, "It's a strange fruit that contains the power of the three races. It's said that it will appear in every Fiendgod Battlefield. After refining it, there's a chance of advancing to the Sacred Spirit Realm."

Zi Chen's expression changed when he heard this.

He had reached the limit of the bottleneck. If he could not reach the true limit, then the next realm would be the Sacred Spirit Realm.

Or half-step Sacred Spirit Realm!

Obviously, this was an opportunity.

The others were also very excited, not only because of the Three Realms Spirit Fruit, but also because of other opportunities.

The group began to venture deeper. Those rescued existences were extremely excited.

Despite facing a crisis earlier, not only did he manage to survive, he even had a chance to obtain other fortuitous encounters.

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At this moment, the God, Devil, and Spirit clashed.

Among them were the leaders of the three clans. Comparatively speaking, the Spirit Clan was in the worst shape.

An existence holding a demonic saber stood beside Meng Huai and stabbed the saber into his body before pulling it out again.

Meng Huai let out a miserable shriek like a dead pig.

Beside him was a group of Spirit Tribe members that Meng Huai had brought along. Their bodies were covered with knife wounds, and blood was constantly flowing out from the wounds.

The blood that flowed out seemed to be attracted by something and floated in midair.

In the other two directions, blood was also converging. It was the demonic blood of the Demon Clan and the divine blood of the God Clan.

The three types of blood floated in three different directions, representing the strength of the three races.

Behind the leader, Meng Huai, stood many Spirit Tribe members. They were all brought out by Meng Huai, and at that moment, they all looked extremely terrified.

This was because there were powerhouses from the Demon Clan and the God Clan standing around them.

They were surrounded and could be killed at any time.

The wounds on Meng Huai's body healed again. The leader of the Demon Clan said sarcastically, "I wonder how many pills you ate before coming here. The speed of your recovery is not slow."

The Demonic Saber Emissary pulled out his saber and stabbed it into his body again.

Meng Huai's body bent, and he screamed again.

The leader of the Demon Clan shifted his gaze away from Meng Huai and looked at the Spirit Tribe members that were twitching on the ground. They were all upper-level cultivators. At this moment, they looked extremely weak because of the loss of all the blood in their bodies.

He waved his hand.

A few attacks landed and ended their lives.

"I kept you here because your identity is different. Naturally, your blood will be more beneficial."

The leader of the Demon Clan glanced at Meng Huai, but his expression was still disdainful.

This guy was considered the weakest leader of the Meng Territory in history. It was really boring to meet him.

"What are all of you standing there for?

Why aren't you fighting back? Are you waiting to be killed? "Meng Huai looked at the Spirit Tribe members in the distance and said through gritted teeth.

"Birds of a feather flock together. The kind of leader will naturally lead the kind of people he brings."

On the God Race's side, an existence surrounded by divine light said disdainfully, "Didn't you not have the courage to attack previously?"

Meng Huai's expression was extremely ugly.

The leader of the God Race said again, "I heard that you are not strong, but you have a great background. This time, you chased away all the Spirit Tribe experts who came here alone?"

Meng Huai thought of those existences who left alone. There was no shame in his eyes, only anger.

"Those damn fellows, none of them took me seriously. Now that the leader is in trouble, they still don't appear. What's the use of keeping them?

I really regret that I just left and didn't kill them! "

The God Race expert looked at the leader of the Demon Clan.

The leader of the Demon Clan sighed and said, "How powerful was the Meng Territory back then? How powerful was Meng Chuan?

It's a pity that his descendants are such trash! "

The leader of the God Race said, "Actually, this is not bad. After killing all these trash, we will be the only ones left.

Speaking of which, a weak existence like the Spirit Tribe shouldn't have appeared here. "

At this moment, a Demon flew over from afar and whispered a few words into the leader's ear.

The leader of the Demon Clan's expression changed immediately.

"What happened?" asked the leader of the God Race.

"I've lost quite a few people. It seems that a Spirit Tribe expert has come," said the leader of the Demon Clan in a deep voice.

"There are experts among the Spirit Tribe?" A scoff came from the God Race's side.

Meng Huai's eyes lit up when he heard the words' Spirit Tribe expert '. It was as if he saw hope.

"I was wondering why I couldn't see the God Race. It turns out that they came here. It seems that my luck is pretty good. I, Lunatic Meng, will definitely make a killing next!"

Laughter came from afar. Immediately after, a group of Spirit Tribe experts flew over.

Everyone turned their heads and looked into the distance.

The God Race experts did not recognize Zi Chen at the front, but when the Demon Clan experts saw him, their expressions changed drastically.

Many of them had witnessed Zi Chen's strength. He was a true expert among the Spirit Tribe.

"Meng Jianfeng, it's actually you. Great, quickly come and save me!"

At this moment, Meng Huai seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and shouted at Meng Jianfeng.

Meng Jianfeng did not seem to hear Meng Huai's words, nor did he look in his direction. Instead, he looked at the place where the three types of blood converged.

A look of ecstasy flashed across his face.