Immemorial War God

A clear cracking sound could be heard as more and more cracks appeared on the fatty's body. He was like an eggshell that was about to shatter and break apart at any moment!    

"Pfft!"    

The fatty's body trembled violently as he spat out a mouthful of golden blood.    

"This is bad!"    

"This is bad!"    

When High General saw that the fatty was no longer able to hold on and was about to fall apart, his expression changed. He did not come here to kill the fatty, but if he was here to kill him, he would not have been late.    

"Shua!"    

He immediately withdrew his attack, but it was too late for the fat man to stop now, the huge buddhist imprint had fiercely slashed onto High General's body!    

"Pfft!"    

High General's expression immediately changed. He hastily raised his ancient halberd to block, but how could the attack that he hastily blocked possibly withstand the fatty's attack? The swan word directly cleaved apart his attack, violently pressing him to the ground.    

"Boom!"    

With a loud bang, High General was directly smashed into the ground, but the swastika offensive did not stop, and continued to bombard High General!    

BOOM! BOOM!    

In the next moment, the ground quaked and scorching hot magma surged out, the swastika word almost directly shot High General into the center of the earth!    

"Pfft!"    

At the same time, the fatty's body trembled and he once again spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His cracked body rapidly shrank back into its original size. After the golden light faded away, only his extremely pale face remained.    

The fat man staggered in the air and fell to the ground. He could no longer hold on.    

"Swoosh."    

The fat man's body was caught. He straightened his chest and panted weakly. Looking at the person who caught him, he was stunned for a moment. Then, his eyes widened as he shouted.    

"Why haven't you brought master away yet!"    

How could they possibly let the big fatty fight a life and death battle with him alone? Once he and Mo Feng arrived at a secluded place, they would have the people in the painting cast spells on them to hide their tracks, and if the big fatty really could not hold on, they could support him at any time.    

"You!"    

The fat man was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Wasn't it for the sake of escaping unscathed while fighting for his life? Good heavens, he was just staying here and fighting for nothing?    

But seeing Mo Feng's concerned look, the fat man sighed, there was nothing he could do, Mo Feng was the type of person who would not abandon his friends, he would never abandon here and run for his life.    

"Fatty, don't be so pessimistic. Nothing will happen to us. Don't worry." The fatty was just feeling sad, but after hearing this, he was startled, and frowned as he looked at Mo Feng.    

"Just watch." Mo Feng did not explain, he only laughed, and now his strength was slowly recovering, but he was only at the Star Pool Realm and could not fly yet, so that was not the important point, the important point was that whether or not he could resolve the crisis was all up to the big fatty, although it was the same before, at least the big fatty did not need to take action anymore.    

"My lord!"    

At this moment, the soldiers who were below regained their senses. They looked at the rolling lava and their expressions changed as they rushed down.    

"Putong! Putong!"    

Seeing the soldiers rushing into the lava like dumplings, the big fatty's expression changed, and he anxiously turned to Mo Feng and said:    

"Lord, let's run."    

It's all down now, and this is a good chance to escape.    

"Run? How do I run? " Mo Feng curled his lips. This was indeed a good opportunity, but how do I escape?    

"Why can't I run?" The fat man stared at Mo Feng and understood what Mo Feng meant. It was impossible to escape by relying on the miser, but by relying on the person in the painting, you can still do it right? The person in the painting is just a spirit body, but it doesn't have any aura.    

shook his head and did not say anything else. Running was not his goal, but rather, it was his opportunity today, and in the last moment of the battle, the person in the painting told him that High General had held back.    

Furthermore, High General had stopped to prove that his goal was not to kill them. If he wanted to capture them and bring them back, it would not be so troublesome.    

Then there was only one possibility left.    

"Crash!"    

Not long after, the soldiers who had gone down rushed out of the magma together. Two of them carried High General, whose black armor had been burnt until it was completely red, and although they could not see what was going on inside, they could still feel his aura, which was weaker than the fat man's. It could be seen that his injuries were heavier than the fat man's.    

"All of you deserve to die ten thousand times for your crimes!"    

After rushing out of the lava, the soldiers looked at Mo Feng and the other two with a sinister face. To actually dare to injure the general so heavily, they had to tear him into ten thousand pieces in order to take revenge!    

The big fatty and the miser's hearts trembled. Right now, the only one who could fight was the miser, but how high was the miser's cultivation? Any one of these people could crush him with a finger. Things were not looking good!    

"Stop!"    

Just as the soldiers could not hold in their anger anymore and wanted to tear Mo Feng and the other two into a thousand pieces, an iron-blooded voice sounded. The soldiers froze and turned to look at High General, only to see him standing up slowly with his arms supporting him, raising his hands to grab onto one of their shoulders.    

As a general, one must not bow at all times. This was the honor of a general.    

"Master, how are you feeling?" A soldier hurriedly took out a top-notch healing pill and handed it over to High General as he asked with concern.    

The High General shook his head. He had already eaten one Healing Pill, and now was the time to take care of business, his gaze landed on the fatty, a cold light flashing past his eyes, but he did not attack. Instead, he slowly took off the armor on his head, revealing a well-defined face.    

"May I know your name?" Throwing the helmet to the side, he clasped his fists respectfully.    

Seeing High General's actions, the fat man was startled and frowned as he turned to look at Mo Feng. Mo Feng slightly nodded towards him and the fat man turned to look at High General.    

"Buddha."    

"Buddha?"    

High General was startled when he heard the name, then the corner of his eyes twitched.    

"Lord Buddha, please forgive my conflict. The three of you came straight from Yan De Empire with unclear goals, I had no choice but to probe, please forgive me."    

Hearing this, the fatty couldn't help but furrow his brows. Was this really a test? You don't know your purpose yet, but you don't know how to f * cking ask about it? It almost made me perish.    

When High General saw the fatty act this way, his face did not change at all. If he did not have any anger in him after fighting to this extent, it would be abnormal.