The balance of victory gradually began to tilt towards the Forgotten Dragon Clan camp.
Everyone can see that Dongfang Yu is on par with Yuan Feng, and Boros, the god of war, has also held back Shi Qilin. At this time, Zulong is completely like a tiger rushing into the flock. Not only does his strength not exist,
If people can resist him, even if he exists, all the strong men have to devote part of their minds to be wary of him. Naturally, only 60 to 70% of the power that can be exerted is only 60 to 70%.
The terrifying Dragon Ball was completely irresistible under the control of Zulong. Under the roar of the Dragon Ball, one after another phoenixes and unicorns were directly smashed into pulp. This terrifying power made people...
They were horrified, and their morale naturally plummeted.
Although Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin were filled with anger when they saw the scene before them, in a short period of time, they could not get rid of the entanglement between Dongfang Yu and Boros.
The fighting, the brutal fighting continued, and all life became insignificant in front of the terrible meat grinder of the battlefield.
The terrible murderous aura infected almost everyone. At this moment, it seemed that everyone was red-eyed and had no sense at all. There seemed to be a voice deep in their hearts constantly calling them: Kill, kill, kill.
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The fighting continues. Within tens of thousands of miles of the Wutong Temple, everything has turned into a terrifying killing field. The corpses left here are really piled up like mountains, and the bright red blood has completely dyed the entire earth red.
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Although the number of people seems to be smaller, the balance of victory is slowly tilting towards the Dragon Clan. From the looks of it, the last Dragon Clan should win a tragic victory.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these two guys Dongfang Yu and Zulong are really powerful when they join forces..."
Demon Ancestor Luo Hu hid in the secret and peered at the situation on the battlefield. Seeing that the dragon camp could really achieve a situation of defeating more with less, Luo Hu clicked his tongue and sighed secretly.
However, what is the purpose of Luo Hu hiding here? Simply to watch a show? Of course it is impossible!
Luo Hu's goal is very simple, that is, he hopes that the people of the three Xiantian clans will die cleanly on today's battlefield. Only when the three Xiantian clans are wiped out can his demon clan be able to dominate the ancient continent.
It was precisely because of this concern that Luo Hu made a deal with Zu Long and left the Feng clan's camp. On the one hand, he could obtain the Zhuxian Sword Formation from Zu Long's hands. On the other hand, it was also because if he did not leave, Feng Clan would
The clan will be victorious.
Originally, in Luo Hu's view, without his own help, although the Dragon Clan's power was slightly inferior to that of the Feng Clan and the Qilin Clan, they should have ended up in a lose-lose situation. Who knows, but the real situation was that the Dragon Clan occupied the
If they have the upper hand, and if nothing unexpected happens, the Qilin and Phoenix tribes will be defeated by the Dragon tribe if they join forces.
Whoever wins is not allowed in Luo Hu's heart. Therefore, seeing the Dragon Clan gradually expanding their advantage and establishing victory, Luo Hu can't sit still and decides to take action.
Luo Hu's purpose is very simple. Whoever gains an advantage on both sides of the battle will suppress him, and try his best to maintain a balanced battle between the two sides. In this case, by the end of the battle, all the three Xiantian tribes will be dead and injured.
With a thought in his mind, Luo Hu took action in secret. Wearing a robe as black as ink, Luo Hu entered the battlefield unnoticed and secretly helped the strong men of the Phoenix and Qilin tribes. With Luo Hu's secret help
Under this, the strong men from the Dragon Clan camp were killed one by one.
If Ancestral Dragon's Dragon Ball is ostensibly killing the masters of the Phoenix camp, then Luo Hu is secretly killing the masters of the Dragon camp. As time goes by, the battle between the two sides becomes extremely tragic, but it is strange.
A balanced situation was maintained.
Moreover, more than half of the people fighting on both sides had been destroyed, and the air of the entire prehistoric continent seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood.
A long time has passed since the battle. Both Yuanfeng and Dongfangyu looked scarred. Dongfangyu's aura had become weaker and consumed a lot. Even the Super Saiyan form was almost
I can barely hold on anymore.
He was panting heavily, and the palms holding the God-killing Spear were shaking slightly. The clothes on his body had become tattered, and there were many blood stains on his body, as well as many charred places. It looked very bad.
Embarrassed.
Similarly, compared to Dongfang Yu, Yuan Feng looked even more miserable. There were several blood holes on his body, all of which were scars left when the Dongdong wave fell on him. The Dongdong wave was full of penetrating power.
Let the blood flow from Yuan Feng's body.
Moreover, there are many wounds on the body, which are all left by the God-killing Spear. Although Yuanfeng looks very huge, due to the blood, Yuanfeng seems to have turned into a blood phoenix at this time.
But speaking of it, Boros on the other side looked the most miserable, and his energy and energy seemed to be very depressed.
Boros's strength was originally inferior to Qilin's. The fact that he was able to sustain it for so long was also due to his talent of being able to quickly recover from any injury.
Just like in the one-punch Superman plane, even if the body is shattered, it can recover quickly. Otherwise, how could Boros sustain it for so long under Shi Qilin's hand?
"Huchi... Huchi... This guy's resilience is really terrifying..." Shi Qilin was breathing heavily at this time, looking at Boros with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Although I am obviously stronger than him, I can't defeat him. It's like a tiger facing a tortoise and having no way to bite him.
For Zulong, time seems to pass very quickly. With the dragon ball in his hand and Zulong's constant attacks, at least three or four thousand masters of the Phoenix and Qilin tribes died under his hands.
, these are relatively powerful existences in Zulong's eyes.
In his opinion, after he has killed so many masters from the Phoenix and Qilin tribes, the dragon tribe's advantage should have expanded enough to determine the outcome, right?
However, when Zu Long came back to his senses and glanced at the whole place, he was shocked, because judging from the situation, the Dragon Clan's advantage was not great.
What's going on? Although the Dragon Clan camp is relatively small in number, it has already killed thousands of the opponent's masters. It stands to reason that the Dragon Clan should have a crushing advantage.
Poof!
Just when Zulong was looking at everything around him in astonishment, suddenly, a shadow not far away caught Zulong's attention.
Originally, a Dragon Clan and a Qilin Clan were fighting. The two sides seemed to be on equal footing, but this shadow passed behind the Dragon Clan. In an instant, a terrible wound appeared on the Dragon Clan's body, and blood flowed out. Amidst the screams of pain, this one
The dragon was also pinned to the ground by the Qilin's claws, and its bloody mouth bit the dragon's neck directly.
"Damn it!" Seeing this shadow wandering in the darkness, assassinating masters from the dragon camp one after another, Zulong's expression changed, and with a strong murderous intent, he controlled his dragon ball and flew away.
He stood up and rushed toward the black figure like lightning, so fast that no one had time to dodge.
However, the black shadow seemed to feel the dragon ball flying towards him. He took action like lightning, and a snow-white long sword appeared in his palm, slashing hard at the dragon ball.
Amidst the loud noise, the black figure holding a long sword was knocked back dozens of meters by the impact of the dragon ball, but in the end he successfully blocked the dragon ball.
"What!?".
Seeing that his Dragon Ball was blocked, Zu Long's eyes widened. The scene in front of him was naturally beyond his expectation. This mysterious figure could actually block his Dragon Ball?
You must know that under the bombardment of the dragon balls, even Shi Qilin and Yuan Feng may not be able to block it. Who is this black shadow? He actually has such power?
"Amazing……".
Dragon Ball is always the target of many people's attention. Naturally, many people from the Feng Clan saw this scene. In shock, many people felt that their spirits were lifted.
"Rahu!".
Although I haven't recognized the identity of this black figure yet, the person in the world of this prehistoric continent who can block the attack of his dragon ball, after thinking about it, only Luo Hu can do it. An unprecedented flash of light burst out in Zulong's eyes.
He yelled with rage and hatred.
"I'm sorry, Zulong, we meet again." As Zulong's roar sounded, the black shadow simply showed his true face in Lushan. Who else could it be if he wasn't Luo Hu?
Obviously he arrived at the Crystal Palace, obtained the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and agreed to leave the Feng Clan's camp, but Luo Hu still showed up.
"You bastard, you don't keep your word!".
Zu Long's eyes burst out with unprecedented hatred. Being treated so badly, no matter who it was, the anger in his heart would be like an erupting volcano.
"Wrong, I have done what I promised you. The entrance to the demon world was sealed by you, and the demons did not appear on this battlefield. Also, I promised you to break away from the Feng Clan and Shi Qilin's camp.
My will and actions now are just based on my own will, and I have not joined forces with Yuanfeng and the others."
In response to Zulong's anger, Luo Hu waved his hand and corrected him.
"Strong words!" In the furious voice, all the power in Zulong's body burst out. At the same time, his body moved, mixed with overwhelming anger, and rushed towards Luo Hu.
Hiding in the dark, he assassinated countless strong men from the dragon camp. Coupled with Luo Hu's unfaithful words, his terrible hatred and anger almost made Zulong lose his mind.
"Counterattack! Counterattack!".
Seeing this scene, Luo Hu finally appeared, and Yuan Feng's spirit was greatly boosted. He shouted sternly, calling on the remaining strength of the Feng tribe's camp to rise up and counterattack.