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"In order to ensure the safety of the sect, we need all disciples to work together and fight our way out together." As he spoke, the sect master's gaze swept over every disciple present, finally stopping at Shang Ying.

“Shang Ying, you are the best among the younger generation of our Wuya Sect. I hope you can lead other disciples to fight for the future of the sect.”

Shang Ying secretly groaned in his heart. He had wanted to take this opportunity to escape from Wuya Sect, but he did not expect to be named by the Sect Master to become the leader to lead the disciples to break out.

"Disciple will definitely live up to your mission!" However, he knew that he could not back down at this time, otherwise it would arouse suspicion from the sect master and other elders, so he had no choice but to agree.

In the next few days, the disciples of Wu Ya Sect began intensive preparations. They packed their bags and prepared for the upcoming battle, while Shang Ying used this time to quietly make his own escape plan.

Finally, the day of relocation arrived. Led by the sect master and elders, the disciples of Wuya Sect marched towards their destination in a mighty procession. Along the way, they encountered many attacks from the old overlord's army. However, under the leadership of the elders or the sect master, the disciples fought bravely and repelled the enemy's attacks time and time again.

After several days and nights of arduous journey, the disciples of Wuya Sect finally arrived at the edge of Dijin City. However, before they could celebrate, they were stunned by the scene before them. They saw that a small town on the edge had turned into a ruin, with broken walls and corpses everywhere. Around the town, the old overlord's army was watching them covetously.

"Kill!" With a command from the sect leader, the disciples of Wuya Sect rushed towards the old overlord's army. Shang Ying was not to be outdone. He came to the small war spacecraft, opened the hatch and went in. His brain was working rapidly, but he was still thinking about his escape plan in his heart. Taking advantage of the chaos of the battle!

However, Shang Ying's escape did not escape the eyes of the sect master and other elders. After they discovered that Shang Ying was missing, they immediately sent disciples to look for him. Finally, they found Shang Ying in a valley.

"Shang Ying, why are you running away?" The sect leader glared at Shang Ying and asked.

Shang Ying lowered his head and ignored Yin's words. He continued to run forward with a cold look in his eyes, "..."

"Freedom!" Not long after, Shang Ying uttered these four words!

"dream."

"Freedom? Dream?" The sect leader sneered, "Do you think you can gain freedom and dreams by leaving Wuya Sect? You are too naive!"

As he said that, the leader waved his hand, signaling his disciples to take down Shang Ying. Shang Ying knew that he had no way to escape, but strangely, Yin did not take him back and severely punish him, but threw him to the front line of the battlefield...

At this moment, Shang Ying, who was sitting on the war flying boat, stared at the extremely familiar scene in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart, and murmured to himself: "I never thought that I could only watch Dong Ying in the past, but now it is my turn to participate in it personally?"

"It's so good to be alive!" He shook his head slightly, as if he was regretting his previous kindness.

"No, I can't be so indecisive anymore!" Shang Ying thought to himself, his eyes gradually becoming firm, "In this cruel and ruthless world where the strong prey on the weak, only by becoming strong can you survive. In this case, I will be the ruthless character who devours others!"

After making up his mind, Shang Ying quickly controlled the small war flying boat under him and rushed towards Dijin City like an arrow.

At the same time, countless other participants also flew out from all directions in their own small war airships. For a moment, the sky was densely filled with these rapidly shuttling flying weapons, and the scene was spectacular.

However, Shang Ying, who was at the forefront of the battlefield at the moment, had no time to pay attention to the surrounding scene. He was concentrating on controlling the flying boat, flexibly turning up and down and circling left and right in the air. His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water, which was amazing.

In the rear, the leader of Wuya Sect was anxiously waiting for the battle report from the front. When he learned that the front line had not yet been able to break through the enemy's defense line, he was immediately furious. He slammed the table and stood up, shouting: "What the hell are those guys on the front line doing? After so long, they can't even make a small gap! The large army behind will catch up soon. If they don't make a breakthrough, after this battle, they will all pack up and leave!"

However, at this moment, something surprising happened at the front line! Everyone had already launched a fierce attack with all their might, but suddenly, a deafening explosion exploded beside them. The huge explosion power made people terrified, after all, no one had ever experienced such a horrifying scene.

Just as everyone was still in shock, an even stranger scene appeared before their eyes. A shocking red blood mist spread in the air, as if a scarlet cloud was covering the entire battlefield. In this blood mist, a small war flying boat was shuttling through it at an astonishing speed, as elusive as a ghost.

At the same time, the troops of the old tyrant, who were originally so aggressive and arrogant, were now completely lifeless. They seemed to have their souls taken away, falling rapidly and powerlessly downwards, like kites with broken strings, completely out of control.

At this moment, in the Wuya Sect below, which had just experienced a thrilling fall, small warships were scattered on the ground like leaves destroyed by a storm. The disciples of the Wuya Sect who had struggled to climb out of these broken flying boats were all as pale as paper, gasping for breath, as if they had just escaped from the gates of hell. One of the disciples patted his chest with lingering fear and sighed: "Huh... Fortunately, I am lucky! I almost died here!"

However, before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang. The disciple turned around in astonishment and found that another violent explosion had occurred not far from him. Flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke billowed, instantly shrouding everything around in chaos. The disciple was so scared that he trembled all over and instinctively ran to the side.

When he finally stopped and looked back in shock, he saw a jaw-dropping scene - a dense mass of small warships were falling slowly from the sky like raindrops. There were so many of them that it was hard to keep up. They were smashing straight towards the ground with fierce momentum and endless pressure.