Because the number of fairies in the guard camp is far less than that in the Tongtian camp. Once the two sides make a move, it will lead to the fourth level ghosts, and it must be the defenders' camp that will be destroyed in the end. And once the high-end standing on the side of the guardian camp is consumed, the outcome is almost doomed. They can't do it now on a cold night. Even the elders of the polar regions and the leaders of the major sects in the tongtianzhe camp will not fight now. Because it's just the third day of the bet. It's far from a showdown. We should all keep our last strength and fight to the death. Cold night looked at the polar region of the three people, word by word: "sorry, no matter what kind of danger you encounter, we have no way to rescue. But I hope you will survive. " Ma Feihong thought of what he had said in the cold night. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my arm, and my whole hand was pulled off. He let out a cry of pain. Behind him came the chewing sound of the ghost. Ma Feihong clenched his teeth, stuck to the barrier of the guard camp, and tried to escape. On the side of the guard camp, someone yelled, "Captain, hold on! Right now... Right now we'll be able to get into the barrier! "“ Hold on a little longer! "“ Asshole, I'm going out to save him! "“ get out?! Go out and bring another ghost here?! Is it to die or to save people In front of the barrier, it was full of people. But they're all a few steps away from the barrier. It was left for Ma Feihong and them to escape. Everyone is waiting for their hero to return. The six immortals in the Tongtian camp knew they were going to die. We don't know about the defenders. Little by little, the obstacles blocking Ma Feihong's return are finally about to disappear“ Captain, come on!! Come back soon!! The barrier is open! " Ma Feihong heard the shouts from the other side of the guard area. Originally already blurred eyes suddenly light up. The barrier is open! He's saved! He can live“ Let's go back! " He yelled at his comrades in arms. At this moment, even the only remaining cultivator in the tongtianzhe camp showed an expression of ecstasy. They're alive. But in the next moment, the sound of puffing. A bloody paw penetrated the body of the friar of the Tongtian camp and dug its heart away. Ma Feihong's pupils contracted violently. Behind the Friar's fragmented body, there was a fourth level ghost who had been digested and promoted completely. At this time, the eyes of blood red were rolling and falling on Ma Feihong. Greed, and joy! It holds the heart in its hand, but it doesn't eat it immediately. Instead, it hides it under the flesh and blood. Then a blink appeared in front of Ma Feihong“ Ouch The shrill and strange howling sounded, and the remaining three-level ghosts gathered towards them. Dense second-order ghosts all jumped up from the ground, blocking all their way. Ma Feihong only felt a blank in his mind, and the only trace of strength left in his body disappeared completely at this moment. All their retreats have been gambled. They are doomed to die in the hands of ghosts. Clearly, life is just around the corner. The hope of living is only one step away. Why? Why give them hope and let them despair. Ma Feihong couldn't help crying when he heard the friars around him. It was a monk of Yin Yang sect. He yelled, "master, help me, I don't want to die!"