Immemorial War God

Mo Feng was finding it increasingly difficult to defend, and it was no longer possible for him to break out of the encirclement.    

"Kill him, kill him!"    

The Ling Ji Ji Ji in the hall was so excited that he kept waving his hands, cheering for the people in the hall. As long as Mo Feng died, they would be fine, even if the Lord pursued them, it would not be a big deal.    

"How can this beast hold on for so long!"    

Although Mo Feng was surrounded by danger and the injuries on his body were constantly increasing, those people had been unable to take his life for a long time.    

"Celestial Phenomenon Bomb."    

"Explode!"    

Mo Feng roared out explosively, the power of the Star Elephant Holy Explosion had erupted. This time, the power of the Star Elephant Holy Explosion did not accumulate too much, it only gathered around the power of the second level of Star Pool.    

"Shua!"    

Without fighting, Mo Feng turned and ran.    

"Where do you think you're going?!"    

At this time, a dozen or so people charged towards Mo Feng, blocking him completely.    

"Ding ding ding!"    

Mo Feng could only wave his spoon once again, but even though he was at the Star Pool Realm, he could not do anything as there were simply too many of them. After forcing them to retreat, he used his force to push back a few dozen people, and the five behind him also charged forward again.    

"Ding ding ding!"    

Mo Feng once again fell into a bitter battle. If this continued, if he did not use his trump card, it would be impossible for him to stay alive.    

"Hey, hey, let me see what this spoon is capable of." In a certain direction, the Scoundrel chased after the miser and asked incessantly.    

"Hmph, didn't you already find a spoon? You haven't seen it back then? " The miser replied in annoyance.    

"Heh, I wasn't in the mood to watch at that time." Scoundrel laughed awkwardly, scratching his head. When he found the tablespoon, he had been truly disdainful, but now that he thought of the power of the tablespoon in Mo Feng's hand, he became more and more interested in it.    

"Hmph." The miser snorted and did not reply. Scoundrel's face was once again filled with awkwardness. He could only change the topic and say:    

"Ah, miser, you say this is really strange, why didn't we see anyone else along the way? Don't tell me they all died?" Although he had spent a lot of time searching for spoons this time, he had managed to find them safely. He did not run into anyone else, but it was too strange, even if there were only two hundred people left, he would not be able to see a single person.    

"I don't know."    

Scoundrel's expression froze, he immediately knew that he had lost interest and shook his head, not saying a word.    

"This is bad!"    

When the two of them returned to the cellar, they saw that it had been destroyed, and the surroundings were filled with battle marks. There were also a few corpses.    

"Will Master Mo Feng be alright?" Scoundrel's face was filled with panic as he rushed into the cellar. However, he did not see anyone in the cellar.    

"Will anything happen to Master Mo Feng?" As he said this, he stomped his feet left and right, not knowing what to do.    

The miser looked at the cellar with a gloomy face, his hand tightly grabbing onto the spoon that he found. If Mo Feng died, then no one would be able to help him.    

The miser was much calmer than the Scoundrel. He turned his head and looked around, his eyes flashing. Finally, he locked onto a direction and rushed out.    

"Over there!"    

"Hey hey, wait for me!"    

Scoundrel stretched out his hand and shouted, as he chased after her.    

"Swish, swish."    

The two of them continued to rush forward, only to see a complete mess. If they continued forward, they would see a large, creepy hole.    

"This cave …" Scoundrel paused as he looked at the big hole, deep in thought.    

"miser, are you saying that the cave was caused by the attack you mentioned?" The miser also stopped, the Scoundrel stroked his chin and said to the miser.    

The miser nodded slightly and turned to look at the venomous corpse with an even more unsightly expression.    

"Eh? miser, how did you know so much? " Suddenly, the Scoundrel was startled and asked.    

"Swoosh."    

The miser did not answer him and continued to rush forward. Scoundrel's expression froze as he shook his head helplessly at the miser's back.    

"Ding ding ding!"    

The two of them didn't get very far before they heard the sound of weapons clashing. The sound of density was simply enough to make one's scalp tingle.    

"Who's fighting?" Scoundrel said with a miserable face and continued to rush out. Seeing the two of them in front of him, his entire body shivered, and he hurriedly hid behind a tree, not daring to make a sound.    

"Damn, how did this battle happen?"    

"Is this a free-for-all?"    

Scoundrel was dumbstruck when he saw the two hundred odd people fighting. Such a large-scale battle, it was rarely seen in the assessment. With so many people fighting, if he was careless and got involved, he would immediately become a member of an influential family.    

"No wonder I did not see anyone along the way." Scoundrel's face immediately lit up. No wonder I did not see anyone along the way, it turns out they were all here.    

The miser stared at the battle for a while before speaking.    

"They should be attacking a common target."    

"The same goal?" Scoundrel was startled, then suddenly surprised. What was the common goal that allowed so many people to reach an agreement on the benefits? This place was not the outside, to be able to be here made them famous people, it was truly unbelievable for them to be attacking together like this.    

"Common objective" Scoundrel was surprised for a moment, as he seemed to have understood something, his eyes stared straight ahead, and exclaimed:    

"Mo Feng, they are attacking Mo Feng!"    

Mo Feng had already disappeared, and the traces of attacks along the way and the common target these people had, there was only one possibility. They were all attacking Mo Feng, wanting to kill him and obtain a generous reward for their actions!    

The miser slightly nodded, his expression extremely solemn.    

"With so many people, Mo Feng is definitely dead!"    

"I'll do it, five Star Pool s and two Second Sky of Star Pool s. I'm finished, I'm completely finished!"    

Looking at the battlefield, Scoundrel's face paled even more. In the end, despair filled his face.    

"That's not necessarily true. Mo Feng's fighting strength is extraordinary, and if these people want to kill him, it will not be that easy. As long as Mo Feng's strength rises to the third level of Star Pool, then it will be their death date." The miser calmly spoke. Scoundrel was startled when he heard it, he looked at him strangely for a moment, then continued to look at the battlefield, but his expression froze after a moment. He suddenly turned his head to look at the miser, and jumped up from the ground in shock:    

"Are you crazy? Are you going to give him a spoon now? Are you sure you don't want to die!? " Halfway through speaking, Scoundrel lowered his voice, afraid that others would notice.