The next moment, a spectacular scene appeared. The ancestral dragon was at the forefront, and hundreds of millions of dragon monks behind him rose into the sky, forming a mighty army and galloping towards the front.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals followed closely behind, wearing strong armor and strong swords. The aura exuding from their bodies was equally extraordinary, and the whole world was filled with murderous killing.
It is very far from the East China Sea to the quagmire where the Xiangliu clan lives. With the speed of the dragon clan's army, it would take at least several days.
Coupled with such a big fanfare, even small movements can be detected even from a long distance.
If the Xiangliu family were to be on guard because of this, and even successfully evacuated, then everything they had done for so long would be in vain.
Seeing this, Sun Bing immediately frowned, and then stepped forward to stop Zu Long without hesitation:
"Fellow Taoist, next you go to the Xiangliu clan alone. The battle will begin in half a day."
Although Zulong didn't know what Sun Bing meant by this move, the previous battle had already made the two of them life and death friends, and there was no doubt about their trust in each other.
Immediately, without any hesitation, he nodded and immediately galloped towards the location of the quagmire.
As for Sun Bing, who stayed where he was, a smile appeared on his face.
As one of the top formation masters in the ages, setting up a teleportation formation is a piece of cake for him.
On the other side, the lonely Ancestral Dragon moved very quickly, and when his body flashed, he had already crossed many layers of time and space.
In just half a day, he had arrived at the quagmire where the Xiangliu clan lived.
Seeing this familiar place again, Zu Long was filled with emotions. When he came here for the first time, he felt anxious and panicked.
But at this moment, it was filled with calmness, and there was even a hint of joy of imminent revenge.
Without any hesitation at all, Zulong's aura completely burst out, and the overwhelming power of the dragon almost enveloped the land in all directions.
Suddenly, the mud in the swamp continued to roll, and Xiangliu's descendants emerged one after another. Many monks from the Yaqi clan could still be vaguely seen.
Countless pairs of eyes crossed many dimensions and fell on Zulong.
After seeing this figure clearly, a strong man from the Xiangliu clan immediately roared:
"Zulong, what is your intention with this move? Do you want to start a war with my Xiangliu clan?"
"Is it possible that my actions are not obvious enough?"
Hearing this, a trace of doubt appeared on Zu Long's face, and then he sneered:
"If that's the case, then I'll do it more thoroughly and easier!"
As the words fell, Zulong suddenly swung out his dragon claws. The sharp and terrifying claw light instantly crossed the layers of time and space and fell into the quagmire.
Caught off guard, bursts of pitiful wails could be heard echoing in all directions, and the bodies of several monks from the Xiangliu clan exploded.
The most important thing is that the strength gap between the two sides is so great that Zulong's way has been deeply imprinted into the bodies of those Xiangliu Clan monks.
It only took one move to completely kill the opponent's nine lives.
Seeing such a scene with their own eyes, countless monks in the entire Xiangliu clan became excited, and countless eyes fell directly on him:
"You are looking for death. When the ancestor of our clan returns, you will be cut into pieces!"
"Still waiting for him? Don't you know that he has already fallen!"
After hearing these words, Zu Long couldn't help laughing:
"And you don't have any more chances. I am here this time to destroy your clan."
As he spoke, Zulong took action instantly, the vast power of his body burst out, and he tried his best to attack in front of him.
Every move and every move was filled with terrifying power. In just a short moment, the Xiangliu clan suffered heavy losses.
Seeing this situation, the remaining strong men from the Xiangliu clan felt their eyes almost split.
When the elders of the ethnic group came out one after another, they looked at Zulong and roared:
"Even though the ancestor of our clan has died, the Xiangliu clan is not a place where you alone can be arrogant. Die!"
As the words fell, the strong men from the Xiangliu tribe came out one by one.
These are all the heritage of the Xiangliu clan. There are ten powerful men in the emperor realm. Although they are not as good as Xiangliu, they are no small feat.
Surrounded by so many people, Zu Long's face was also unusually solemn. After all, he really felt a fatal crisis.
Taking a deep breath, Zu Long not only had no fear in his heart, but his blood was still boiling:
"Come on, I'm not even afraid of facing Prime Minister Liu, let alone you guys!"
As the words fell, terrifying power gathered in Zulong's body. Just when he was about to take action, an accident suddenly happened.
In the originally peaceful world, endless inscriptions suddenly appeared, and many rules could be vaguely seen coming.
Seeing this situation, everyone stopped their movements in unison, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
After just a few moments, all the rules gradually came together, and a huge prototype of the formation slowly emerged.
In the end, only the fluorescent light can be seen in the sky and the earth. After the light passes, Sun Bing, thousands of dragon monks, and billions of shrimp soldiers and crabs will suddenly arrive.
Seeing such a scene suddenly, everyone was stunned. Even Zulong himself had a look of disbelief on his face.
But after a brief moment of astonishment, Zu Long immediately laughed loudly, and then looked around coldly:
"Now, I want to destroy the Xiangliu clan. Do you have any advice?"
After finishing his words, Zulong didn't hesitate at all. He glanced at the hundreds of millions of dragons behind him, and then suddenly waved his dragon claw:
"Boys, attack!"
In an instant, thousands of dragons danced in front of them, and hundreds of millions of shrimps, soldiers, and crab generals, arranged in neat formations, continued to move forward.
The endless momentum gathered, and even the heaven and earth were constantly shaking. In front of this army of hundreds of millions of dragons, the Xiangliu clan had no power to resist at all.
At the beginning, many monks from the Xiangliu Clan still didn’t believe that their ancestor had died.
But when he saw that Xiang Liu hadn't appeared yet, his unwavering faith was shaken.
Suddenly, hundreds of millions of monks from the Xiangliu Clan appeared in the entire quagmire, either resisting to the death or fleeing like crazy.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Sun Bing's eyes were filled with coolness:
"Since we've already started, let's keep them all!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but point to his pen and draw in the void. The prototype of the obscure formation gradually descended, completely covering the quagmire of hundreds of millions of miles in radius.