At this time, the people in the Glory Fortress's meeting hall had already reached the end.
"That's Wen Tianxia!"
"Lu Yuan!"
"It's more than ten thousand seventh-order flying dragons!"
"The Mage Army!"
"…"
Everyone called out the people kneeling around the commander's tent one after another.
Although their faces were no longer human, one could tell from their clothes that they were people of different levels.
It was really too terrifying.
What exactly happened that made the Jinghong Army's Grand Marshal and Deputy Marshal, as well as all the higher-ups, kneel on the ground and turn into dried corpses?
"There are no traces of Zhang San and the others fighting here."
Liard searched through the scenes in the video but did not find any traces of group attack magic.
But Zhang San clearly knew the situation here.
And only they came back alive.
"Quickly, invite Lord Zhang San over for a chat!"
Liard was eager to know what happened to the Jinghong Army.
"No need to invite me, I'm here."
Zhang Xing's faint voice came from outside the hall.
Whoosh!
Everyone in the hall looked at the door.
Only three figures appeared in front of them.
Zhang Xing, Ruan Mei, and Kechila.
"Quickly, invite Lord Zhang to take a seat!"
Liard and the others stood up at the same time and greeted him politely.
After Zhang Xing and the other two sat down, Liard could not wait to ask.
"May I ask Lord Zhang, about the 400 million-strong Jinghong Army and their Grand Marshal …"
"Oh, you want to ask how they died?"
Zhang Xing picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.
"Yes, we sent people to take a look. Everyone in the Jinghong Army died in a strange way."
Liard said.
"Haha!
They were killed by their own people. "
"You can say that they died in the hands of their War God."
Zhang Xing put down his teacup and the scene from yesterday appeared in his mind. He sneered in his heart. They deserved it!
"What do you mean?"
Everyone looked at each other. Liard was puzzled.
"Wen Tianxia is a summoner. In order to kill us, he summoned a demon from hell."
"In the end, he was sucked dry by the demon first, saving us the trouble of doing it."
Everyone seemed to understand what Zhang Xing was saying, but they could roughly understand what he was saying.
They knew that there was a summoner profession, but they had only read about it from ancient books.
No one had ever seen with their own eyes what a Summoner could summon.
Moreover, the records in the ancient books were not detailed, so no one would pay special attention to these.
"What's a Hell Demon?"
Vice Lord Doha could not help but ask.
"It's a race from the Foreign Domain. Their strength is roughly at the half-step Eighth Star Venerable Realm."
"His innate skill is Bloodthirst. Those people died because he sucked all their blood dry."
Zhang Xing explained.
"What?
A half step Eighth Star Venerable? "
Everyone was dumbfounded with fear.
Did Wen Tianxia go crazy? He actually dared to summon a foreign monster. Did he not want his life anymore?
Oh, right, he was already dead. It seemed like he didn't want to live anymore.
However, this was not his original intention. Who would choose such a troublesome way to die?
If the seven-star Venerable Realm experts of the Eastern Continent were to find out about this, they would definitely travel across the ocean to destroy Wen Tian.
A half step Eighth Star Venerable was not an ordinary person in the Eastern Continent.
Any one of them would not be as powerful as the demons from Hell.
However, killing an army of billions would not take much time.
"Then where did the Hell Demon go in the end?"
Doha asked tactfully.
Since Zhang San was there the whole time, it was impossible that the Hell Demon did not see them.
But why did they not die?