my body has no limits

Chapter 714 Retreat
Yang Ding, who was hiding at the bottom of the pool, didn't know that because of him, the number of people who passed the assessment was the lowest in hundreds of years.

This annoyed General Black Horn very much.

He didn't know that this was the reason for Yang Ding's small world. He never thought that someone could survive in the magic pool for a long time.

I didn't expect that there are still people who can absorb a lot of energy in the magic pool.

There are too few people who can own a small world at the ninth level.

Even among the Dark Demons, there is no known fighter or general who has an independent small world.

So in the extraordinary world, besides strength, luck is really important.

Perhaps it can also be called luck, people with strong luck turn danger into luck, and snatching treasures is like picking something out of a bag.

Those who are not lucky may be involved in battles that do not belong to his level at any time, and then die in various accidents.

From this point of view, Yang Ding's luck is very strong. Although he can't say that he is a son of luck, he is not too weak either.

After all, the experience of encountering seven large spaces fused directly into the middle thousand world, and then easily obtaining a world stone is also extremely rare.

Yang Ding also lived up to his luck, whether it is his own development or his contribution to the human race, he has done a very good job.

At this time, he was lying on the bottom of the Black Demon Clan's magic pool, quietly listening to the situation outside.

Only when he heard Black Horn's roar did he understand the consequences of his actions.

Belatedly, he finally understood why there were several balls of light competing with him for energy.

It turned out that they were all Dark Demon warriors who wanted to complete their awakening.

Yang Ding didn't know at the time that it was the warriors of the Dark Demon Race who were competing with him for energy, but it was impossible for anyone to snatch the energy away from him.

So under his control, the small world became more attractive in those directions.

finally……

The three successfully awakened Dark Demon warriors on the shore have already explained the result.

Hearing this, Yang Ding felt that he had done another big thing!

Unknowingly, he killed five or six geniuses of the Black Demon Race.

I'm a fucking genius!

Yang Ding is very satisfied with his results.

Every genius of the Dark Demon Race is a threat that the human race will face in the future...

Hey?
Yang Ding suddenly thought of one thing, wouldn't this magic pool have any connection with the Black Demon Race Tianjiao who appeared on the battlefield?

He just realized that the strength of those Black Demon warriors who have successfully awakened is the pride of heaven!
Thirty, no, to be precise, 29 Black Demon warriors, there are actually eight or nine Tianjiao seeds.

Although a few of them were destroyed by Yang Ding and failed to awaken, what about when there was no Yang Ding before?

How many Dark Demon warriors have successfully passed the assessment of the Demon Pool and become a Dark Demon warrior?

Thinking of the existence time of the magic pool, the probability of the Black Demon warriors passing the assessment, and the long life of the Dark Demons, Yang Ding suddenly felt shuddering.

Will the Black Demons have an army composed entirely of Tianjiao, and General Black Horn is one of the commanders?

As soon as this idea appeared, it grew wildly in Yang Ding's mind like a weed and could not be easily erased.

No way!
Certainly not!
How could there be such a troop? How many talents are there in the Endless Spear, and how many talents are there in the Endless Scout?

If the Black Demons had such an army, they would have been dispatched to the battlefield long ago, and the Hundred Clans Alliance couldn't resist it at all.

Yang Ding had countless reasons to convince himself that the Black Demons did not have this army composed of Tianjiao.

But he knew that it didn't depend on his will. If it didn't exist, it wouldn't appear because of his imagination. If it really existed, it wouldn't disappear just because he thought of a few reasons.

In Yang Ding's heart, the possibility of this army's existence is greater than the possibility of its non-existence.

Because the facts are more supportive of its existence.

The existence of the magic pool, the assessment that Yang Ding personally participated in, and the fact that no matter how many Tianjiao Black Demons appeared in the Hundred Clans Alliance, they could send more Tianjiao, all of them proved Yang Ding's guess.

Big trouble now!

Yang Ding knew how much casualties the existence of this army would cause to the Alliance of Hundred Clans.

It is definitely a force that can change the situation of the battle.

It's just that Yang Ding was a little surprised, why those Black Demon Clan geniuses didn't fight all the time after they appeared, but hid instead.

What are the flaws of these Tianjiao made with the magic pool?
Yang Ding thought in his heart, if this is the case, it would be great!
Yang Ding stuck tightly to one of the walls of the magic pool, and slowly approached the positions of Black Horn and the three newborn Black Demons at a snail's speed.

For fear of making a slight movement to attract the attention of General Black Horn.

He hoped to hear more Dark Fiend secrets as he got closer.

But before he moved to the vicinity of General Black Horn and the others, General Black Horn left the crater with three newly promoted Black Demons.

Is this gone?

You guys can chat for a while and then go!

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, Yang Ding knew that they had really left, without any trace of nostalgia.

What surprised Yang Ding even more was that General Black Horn did not check the magic pool, nor did he leave any guards behind, nor did he have any seals or protective formations.

There really are no protection measures!
When I use it, I call it Xiaochichi, and when I don’t use it, I don’t even look at it.

Hetui!Scumbag!
No matter how surprised Yang Ding was and how much Mochi despised him, Black Horn and the others had indeed left the crater.

There are only Yangding and a magic pool left here.

Yang Ding didn't come out of the magic pool immediately, he had already made a decision, if the magic pool doesn't work, I won't go ashore!

Who knows if there are any dark demons guarding the magic pool in secret, anyway, he doesn't believe that the dark demons will let the magic pool be here.

There is no shortage of ambitious people in any race, especially the Dark Demons, a race where power is the truth.

There is an opportunity to become a strong man. How could those dark demon warriors who are ambitious but unable to enter the magic pool give up?
So everything is an illusion, it is fake not to care about the magic pool, it is fake without guards, and it is fake without protective formations.

Yang Ding has already made up his mind, no one will let me out before I absorb the energy here.

I'm going to close!

Yang Ding shouted in his heart.

It's just that his way of retreat is a little different. Others retreat to increase their own strength and heritage.

And his retreat is to allow the small world to have enough time to absorb the energy in the magic pool.

Without the presence of Dark Demon warriors, the energy in the magic pool should be slowly increasing.

After the accumulation reaches a certain level, the next assessment can begin.

Then what does it rely on to increase energy?

Don't you understand the location of the magic pool?
The crater, of course, depends on the energy of the ground fire!
These energies from the earth veins and fire veins can become the power of the small world to absorb emotions after being transformed by the magic pool.

Obviously, the power of emotions is of higher quality than the power of earth fire, and it has a greater effect on the small world.

Therefore, Yang Ding gave the principle of sustainable development very much. Before he decides to leave here, he will control the speed at which the small world absorbs the power of emotions.

Magic Chi, work hard for me!

In the small world, Yang Ding put his hands on his hips, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly as he watched the power of emotions pouring in continuously.

(End of this chapter)