I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property Chapter 1575 1579: Is It Possible?

"Run! Hurry up!"

The mont those warcraft were about to launch, all the magicians began to prepare for Instant Teleportation.

Faced with so many warcraft, they were fully aware that they had no chance of winning, and fleeing was their only option now.

Although these warcraft weren't slower than them, and many warcraft were naturally favored by space, capable of freely walking and jumping in the void, but by escaping in different directions, it was unlikely for all of them to be killed, right?

"Trying to run?" Zhang nglong saw through their plan at a glance. "If you had run earlier, I might have had no way to stop you, but now it seems a bit too late!"

"What's going on? Why can't I use Instant Teleportation?"

"Why has the space here suddenly beco so solid? What's happening?"

"No, sothing's wrong, there's a trap here!"

A few magicians had just vanished from their original spot but were suddenly squeezed out by the force of space that had changed completely from what it was, a hundred to two hundred ters away.

So magicians tried to forcibly break through the space, only to be torn into several pieces by the spatial force.

Although they had the ability to resurrect, the parts torn apart by space were likely carried to different areas by the rapidly moving space, and attempting to retrieve them was nothing short of a fool's dream. They could only expend their own energy to restore their severed bodies.

So unlucky ones even had their perfect core split open; the power of space didn't care how tough their bodies were.

At this mont, more than a dozen Zhang nglongs suddenly appeared around them, sohow having quietly released several clones to encircle them!

These clones opened their arms, exuding an unusual magical wave from their bodies, which, although lacking any attack power, perated the area within hundreds of kiloters.

"Forbidden Curse! His clones can actually release Forbidden Curses!"

"Spatial Domain! It's spatial magic! A spatial Forbidden Curse, he's locked the entire area; we can't escape!"

"Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!"

Many spells were directly cast at the clones of Zhang nglong, but those spells passed right through them, as if they were just mirages.

"Those are energy clones; such attacks cannot destroy them. Unless you kill his true form, we'll be trapped here!"

"Then kill him, fight to break through the siege!" A magician rallied everyone loudly and boldly.

"Boom!" A black claw suddenly descended upon him, effortlessly shattering the Holy Armor Curse on his body and smacking him deep into the ground.

Seeing Zhang nglong trap all the magicians, the warcraft started a massacre imdiately.

"Kill ? Fight to break through the siege? Show how it's done!" Zhang nglong spat into the humanoid pit.

Two Eighth Grade warcraft guarded him closely, like shadows. To harm Zhang nglong, they would first have to get past the bodies of those two warcraft.

"Forbidden: Roar of the Wind!"

"Forbidden: Light Purge!"

"Forbidden: Withered Earth!"

The magicians, unable to escape, could only fight with the desperation of cornered beasts.

They unleashed their strongest magic with no reservations.

Yet, several powerful Eighth Grade warcraft charged ahead with their flesh and blood, tanking all the Forbidden Curses like bulldozing tanks.

The Forbidden Curses landed on them without injuring them severely; the effect seed minimal, even barely drawing blood.

"Strange, why have I suddenly beco so strong? Has being locked up by that old guy made even stronger?"

"Are these really Forbidden Curses? Haven't you humans bought pirated Forbidden Curses by mistake?"

"Since when did Forbidden Curses beco so weak? They can't even chip my fingernail."

"Brothers, it's no longer the Cang Yuan Era; humans of this era seem much weaker than before, utterly defenseless."

"I was wondering why, back then, a mid-level Great Magician would cast a Forbidden Curse, and while I wouldn't die, I'd shed at least a layer of skin. Now it's just a little scratch; these humans are truly becoming more and more useless."

...

The Cang Yuan Era had passed; human glory was no more, yet those warcraft who lived on from the Cang Yuan Era were different; their presence was like a dinsional collapse, making magicians of the sa level seem utterly helpless, no longer even interesting them.

Conversely, their claws, tails, wings, and various attacks made a bloody ss whenever they struck.

"Hey, hey, hey, we're good people; don't hit us!" The dark magicians almost got caught in the crossfire. Drake hastily shouted to Zhang nglong, "Brother Zhang, we're here to assist you, not to snatch anything from you!"

"Friends," Zhang nglong quickly said, "those wearing black robes and hoods are my friends; don't harm them."

"Black robes and hoods?" Upon hearing this, other magicians quickly searched themselves for anything black to wear.

The black magicians they once despised and disdained suddenly beca their saviors; it was quite a ridiculous scene.

But this tactic was futile as the scent of those magicians was entirely different from that of the black magicians. Black magicians were both righteous and evil, while the others were marked by a scent of hypocrisy and worldly desire, which, although sounding mystical, was easily distinguished by those warcraft.

The initially chaotic battlefield began to tilt, and the few mid-level Great Magicians among the magicians started to get injured. Initially, they could barely withstand the warcraft's attack, but their defenses grew weaker. Their defense line was gradually compressed until finally being forced into a corner in a valley.

"Are you really teaming up with warcraft against us humans?" Realizing there's no hope, the magicians started their verbal barrage.

"You sided with warcraft, you're the disgrace and sha of humanity!"

"What a joke!" Zhang nglong never lost a verbal fight but decided not to use philosophy today; he planned to use physical ans to teach a lesson.

"Those who just spoke, eat them all!"

"Got it!"

"A master is decisive; I can't stand humans who whine and complain all the ti."

"I'm hungry; I'll eat first!"

...

Drake and others beside him gasped in shock.

"He's ruthless, he doesn't waste words with them."

"Indeed, he's fearless; what public opinion or moral coercion ans nothing to him."

"Others fear leaving infamy, being labeled, but he is completely unafraid."

"Do you think there's a chance he has no morals at all?"