When the roaring echoed and gradually dissipated, the black clouds in the sky no longer turned into scattered silk mist spreading in all directions. Of the hundreds of bat saints, only less than a hundred were left at this moment.
Retreat in all directions in this sky.//
A large amount of flesh and blood fell from the air. The evil bow of the Witch Clan and the blow that exploded with death energy can be said to be the ultimate power of the Witch Clan. It is precisely because of this power that they have been able to persist here for fifteen years!
But the price to pay for this kind of power is also huge. The evil bow can only be used once at a time. It is not that this magic weapon is ineffective, but that no war witch can draw this bow twice in a short period of time!
Every time they are pulled apart, their muscles and bones are actually broken, and they need to be healed. As the key protector, they will play an important role in the next war.
As for the impact of death energy condensed from the beast bone altar, this kind of power cannot be accumulated artificially. It requires the passage of time. In the past ten years, Nangong Hen has only accumulated five bursts here.
It can only be condensed almost every three years. Although there is still one time left, it is still a long time before the next three years.
"Send... the sacrifices..." Nangong Hen lowered his head, unwilling to look any further. He half-knelt on the ground and clenched his fists. The people behind him also looked sad.
, also half-kneeling on the ground.
Almost at the same time that they knelt down, all the witch clans in the valley knelt down in silence and sadly. The people they knelt down were twenty witch clan members.
These twenty tribesmen were all old men. Their bodies slowly flew up and headed towards the light curtain. Their faces showed emotion and smiles. They were sighing at their own fate and smiling when they looked at the tribesmen.
They are willing to become sacrifices, because they know that they will not live long. If their death can bring peace to the tribe for a period of time, then their death will be well deserved.
With all the people of the Wu clan kneeling down and grieving, the bodies of these more than twenty old men penetrated the light curtain and appeared outside the valley, rushing towards the more than one hundred Bat Saints who were wandering high in the sky and never left.
Clan people.
The bat saint clan members flew over one by one with roars, and a killing began. There was no resistance in this killing, but only bloody deaths.
All the people of the Witch Clan saw this scene, and they were all silent and even more sad.
It wasn't until the more than twenty old men were tortured and killed by the members of the Baiduo Bat Saint Clan that these members of the Bat Saint Clan spread their wings and flew into the distance...
Nangong Hen raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. After fighting here for fifteen years with the bat saints many times, they knew that this race in the Nine Yins Realm likes to hunt, and they often come in large groups. If the hunt is not successful in the end,
Then you will never give up and more and more will come.
Therefore, the Witch Clan can only send out this so-called sacrifice after slightly defeating it, to satisfy the Bat Saint Clan's hunting. Only in this way can some days of peace be exchanged.
Moreover, if the sacrifices are given directly without a fight, it will have no effect. The bat saints must be killed or injured. Only in this way can it comply with the hunting rituals of the bat saints.
Nangong Hen and others, who have been here for fifteen years, all understand this.
"We still sent the clan members as sacrifices... a 60% chance of winning, but the price is too high..." the old woman behind Nangong Hen said in a low voice.
"Sixty-seven people died while maintaining the formation, plus the twenty people who were willing to be sacrificed, this time we lost eighty-seven people.
"It will take half a year to fight the Witch Demon Bow again. The medicine for healing is no longer enough. We need to arrange for someone to risk a trip to the Witch City to find medicine..."
"There is only one death left on the altar."
Nangong Hen listened to the people behind him reporting the results of the battle one by one, and his expression gradually became confused. Fifteen years ago, he failed to leave due to drastic changes, but stayed here to wait for the Wu Clan.
There were nearly 10,000 people involved in the rescue at that time.
There were many queen witches among them, but as they fought and fought again and again, their number became smaller and smaller. Finally, due to a split, some of them left and went to unknown places.
Gradually, because of his identity, he became the leader of this place, watching his people die again and again. Until now, the future is confused and I don't know where it is...
"Perhaps the outside world has forgotten us...perhaps the Eastern Wasteland Disaster has occurred, and the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes. No one still remembers that we still exist in this Nine Yin Realm.
Maybe, I can't leave here in this life, I can only fight to death... Where is the future?" Nangong Hen's face changed, and he sighed inwardly, but in this confusion, his consciousness was looking at the sky for a moment.
, but his expression immediately changed drastically.
The expressions of those who changed at the same time, besides him, were the dozen people behind him, and even many wizards in the valley, who also showed fear and horror when they saw the sky at this moment.
Nangong Hen saw with his own eyes that in the distant sky there was a black mist several times larger than the previous black clouds, rolling in. The figures of the bat saints occasionally revealed in the mist were shocking!
The number of them seems to be nearly a thousand!!
Their direction is exactly this valley!
"I saw the Purple Line tribesmen of the Bat Saint tribe. There were...a lot of them. This kind of thing has never happened before. In the past, after a group of people dispersed, it would take at least half a year before they started hunting again!
There must be members of the Golden Thread Tribe from the Bat Saint Clan among so many Purple Thread Tribes. Our chances of winning this battle are almost zero. Even if all the Tribesmen try to maintain the operation of the formation, we won’t be able to hold on for long!”
"Run the guard formation with all your strength, prepare for the impact of death, and let the candidate evil bow war witch draw the evil bow even if you die!!"
"If they are just passing by, then that's it. If not, tell all the clansmen... We have been waiting for fifteen years for the decisive battle, the moment of life and death, and it is finally here!" Nangong Hen looked solemn and spoke in a low voice.
After Nangong Hen said these words, someone immediately passed them on to the formation in the valley. At this moment, the Wu clan members all looked decisive, crossing their knees in the formation, devoting all their strength.
In the valley, in various caves, people from the witch clan stood silently on the edge of the caves, looking at the sky, wiping their own mist, and circulating the cultivation in their bodies, with expressions of determination!
Some children born in the past fifteen years were in the arms of their mothers, looking out at their fathers. Their pure eyes showed fear, but more importantly, they expressed a desire to die together.
There were many old men standing outside the cave, their vicissitudes of life filled with traces of time, looking at the sky, ready to die in exchange for dignity.
All the people of the Witch Clan looked at the sky, watching the group of black mist rolling in, wondering whether they were passing by, or whether the target was where they were.
When the black mist stopped in mid-air in the valley, all the people of the Wu clan who saw this scene understood that the decisive battle had come!
Nangong Hen gritted his teeth, and """ came out of his eyes. After a pause, the black mist suddenly exploded, and hundreds of roaring bat saint tribe members descended from it. The moment these people roared down,
, Nangong Hen let out a low roar.
He rushed out fiercely, and behind him, the dozen or so followers also rushed out.
"If you fight, you will die. If you don't fight, you will die. But if you fight, you will die without regrets!"
"We have been waiting for fifteen years, but there has been no response from the outside world for rescue. They may have forgotten us and given up on us. Where is the future? The future is in our hands!
We can't wait anymore, we want to fight vigorously. If we win this battle by luck, we will no longer be a witch clan from now on, we will become our own clan! Control our own destiny and pursue our own future. If outsiders don't save us, we will save ourselves. From now on, we will
Claiming to be from the Ming Clan!!" Nangong Hen raised his right hand and grabbed the void, and immediately a spear appeared and he grabbed it in his hand.
"Ming Clan!!"
"From now on, we are no longer witches, we are the Ming clan!" A low roar came out crazily from the mouths of every witch clan member in the valley.
"Death Qi Impact!" As Nangong Hen let out a low roar, the death Qi in the entire valley immediately condensed again, turning into a powerful impact that went straight up, penetrating the protective light curtain and fighting with the approaching bats.
When the saints touched, Nangong Hen roared loudly at the moment when the roaring sound echoed in the sky.
"We will kill the people of the Ming clan!"
Figures and roars rise in this valley. This rise is like the rise of a nation. It is a crazy struggle under oppression, under the shroud of death, and in the fifteen years of waiting, unwilling to give up.
The cry, the desperate release!
Except for some witches who were still maintaining the operation of the formation and protecting the children in the valley, who were still crossing their knees on the formation to convey power, more than 500 witches rushed out of the valley and fought with the bats who were under attack from the death energy.
The saint clan started a life and death fight!
"You don't know what you can do!" A cold snort echoed from the black mist in the sky, but as the black air spread outward, ten members of the bat saint clan with a bright purple line between their eyebrows stepped out, and behind them
Behind him is a huge tribesman with a golden line between his eyebrows and a body that is five feet tall!
He snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and pressed it downwards. With this press, the impact of the death energy was immediately stopped, and exploded and spread in all directions, causing its power to dissipate immediately.
"The Holy Ancestor is about to awaken. All the outsiders here will be killed and sacrificed. We, the Bat Saint Clan, want this Nine Saints Altar!"
More members of the Bat Saint Clan, roaring excitedly, rushed towards the people of the Witch Clan!
At that moment, in the sky not too far away from here, Su Ming walked towards him with a calm look on his face. The little snake on his shoulder raised its head, stared ahead, and let out a hissing sound.
Su Ming frowned, and as he stepped forward, his speed suddenly increased, causing a burst of sharp sounds.