The moment the bleeding ribs hit the scalp, a bloody sonic mist exploded violently, and a strange force rushed into Xu Pojun's body.
"Ah!" Xu Pojun suddenly screamed, his whole body convulsed, and he knelt on the ground with a bang. The two bloody ribs fell with a crash and bounced slightly on the cold floor.
Xu Pojun felt as if he was suddenly bitten hard by some terrible evil spirit. He couldn't describe the specific feeling, but he was in excruciating pain and the veins all over his body were jumping.
"General..." Watcher No. 5 was startled again.
"Guard the Emperor's Palace with your life and don't allow anyone to disturb you!!"
Xu Pojun gritted his teeth and persisted. He roared and raised his bleeding ribs again.
The pain exploded again, blood mist and sound waves bloomed, which also caused his whole body to tremble violently, blood oozing from all his orifices, and he suffered huge trauma. Watcher No. 5 was horrified to watch.
"Haha! It's great!!" Xu Pojun roared wildly with his mouth full of blood, shook his head vigorously, and beat the drum like crazy while talking about his ribs.
Every time I beat the drum, I feel like I am sacrificing my flesh and blood to the God of Death, risking my lifespan. The pain... is beyond words...
But Xu Pojun gritted his teeth and persisted, persisted, and persisted. The severe pain in his body and the damage to his soul aroused his wildness, making him work harder and become even crazier.
If the war alliance is defeated, they, the remaining members of the Bone Clan, will not be able to survive. And if the remaining members die, it will be equivalent to cutting off the lifeline of the Bone Clan. Xu Pojun will be the sinner of the Bone Clan.
During this bloody life-and-death battle between the Alliance and the Bone Clan, they, the people of the Bone Clan, had no shame in sitting and watching blankly. Being able to contribute to it was not only a relief for themselves, but also for the Bone Clan.
So, if you fight hard, go crazy, and risk everything, what will happen even if you fall after the war?
The ghost monk looked at Xu Pojun coldly and urgently. His face was expressionless, and the black lines on his face were weird and evil. His hands were beating the scalp drum unconsciously, but his eyes were always focused on Xu Pojun, who was getting more and more crazy.
What no one noticed was that every time Xu Pojun's ribs fell, it was the bone in the ghost monk's hand that fell.
Both moved at the same frequency and landed on the surface of the scalp drum. In fact, all of Xu Pojun's absorbed blood energy and spiritual power were transferred to the ghost monk through the surface of the scalp drum, and then rushed into hell through his body.
The rod bone acts on the scalp drum.
In other words, the ghost monk is devouring Xu Pojun's flesh and blood, using Xu Pojun's life to inspire the true power of the scalp drum.
With the participation of Xu Pojun, the power of the scalp drum doubled exponentially.
If the nearly one million corpses before were just a shaky impact, now they seem to have been injected with power, more flexible, crazier, and more lethal. And the number of resurrections is increasing, including many of the Martial Lord level.
Corpses.
When two million troops from the Demon Realm arrived on the battlefield one after another, they were greatly alarmed by the scene before them.
The Thirteen Great Demon Saints and the two million beast tides were just "bedded" among the chaotic mountains, looking from afar at the eastern battlefield that was boiling and chaotic like a vast ocean.
The scene of 'corpse resurrection' is too obvious on the battlefield. More than a million corpses attack like crazy, and the lethality is even more terrifying. Unless you blast them into pieces, they will not stop, even if only half a bone is left.
Put a hole in your body.
The entire eastern battlefield has completely changed its "flavor". This is no longer a war. Both sides are in chaos. There is no formation to speak of, no tactics to speak of, and there is no talk of offense and defense.
Millions of troops were chaotically entangled together, just like a boiling pot of 'chaotic porridge'.
The Pangu tribe's Military Academy shouted hoarsely, but they really couldn't control the situation. None of them had ever experienced such a terrible thing.
And just as the two million beasts arrived on the battlefield, Granny Ma and other five Kongwu, who had been secretly lurking in the darkness, suddenly appeared and pounced directly on the rear of the Pangu tribe - the Military Academy station!
One is a peak martial artist, one is a martial artist, and three are half saints.
It directly tore open the rift in space, like a dark sack, and in an instant, completely enveloped thousands of people in the Military Academy.
"No..." The entire Military Academy was horrified.
Where did Kong Wu come from?
They have obviously been targeting Old Man Bai, so how come other Kongwu appeared?!
"Pangu tribe, I'm offended!!" Granny Ma showed no mercy, the cracks suddenly swelled and then healed in an instant.
"Escape!!" The guarding general of the Military Academy forcibly swept away several military affairs bosses, but Granny Ma's 'Air Shattering Palm' blasted them back into the crack.
The Military Academy, as the "brain" of the battlefield, was completely removed and completely wiped out!
The 500,000 reserve troops who had been protecting the surroundings all turned back, but... in a flash... they were gone... the Military Academy was completely gone.
It was too sudden, too fast, too terrifying.
"Retreat!!" Granny Ma whispered, disappearing into the void and disappearing into the chaos, leaving behind the Military Academy's garrison troops going crazy in the chaos, roaring in despair, and going crazy in pain.
They were shocked by the 'Undead' incident that happened on the battlefield, and they were a little careless. As a result... God actually played such a big joke on them!
Damn Kongwu!!
Many generals scolded them in grief and self-blame, and even committed suicide in the midst of scolding!
Granny Ma ignored the grief and pain of the Military Academy's garrison troops. They disappeared very cleanly and did not appear again. Instead, they were like dormant cheetahs, hiding in the void, ready to go, wary of the tide of monster beasts that filled the mountains and plains in the distance.
That's where the real threat lies! Even the weird 'resurrection of the dead' can't save it.
But the strange thing is that after the beast tide stopped in the distance, it never moved forward, let alone the wild attack as expected.
To be sure, the thirteen demon saint commanders did not attack, so the troops in the rear naturally did not dare to act rashly.
The world of monsters is highly hierarchical, simple but strong, with strength and status supreme. Without instructions, they dare not disobey instructions and attack privately.
After paying silent attention for a long time, the six-eyed celestial fox, the ten-shadow phantom mink, and the phantom sea golden butterfly, these three usually 'ordinary' and 'low-key' demon saints, walked to the front of the team, and all of them exuded strange energy.
The Holy Power silently paid attention to the situation on the battlefield.
The remaining ten demon saints, whether they were usually violent, cold, arrogant, or withdrawn, all calmed down at this moment, allowing the three demon saints to come to the front and accept their leadership posture.
The two million beasts are chaotic and restless, eager to attack. They are surprised by the weirdness of the eastern battlefield, but it does not arouse their fear. With such a large lineup, they are not afraid of anything. They are all ferocious and roaring.
He was breathing fiercely, as if he couldn't control his restlessness, and he wanted to immediately pounce on him, indulge himself, kill him wantonly, and wash away his desires with the blood of his alliance.
"Commander, why don't we take action?" After waiting for a long time, a semi-holy python walked to the front of the team and asked its temporary leader - the demon saint, the ancient blood lizard!
The ancient blood lizard, which was usually cruel and ferocious, was very silent. It ignored the giant python's inquiry, restrained its arrogant attitude, and stood quietly behind the six-eyed celestial fox, even with a sense of respect.
As for whom to show respect to and why, the Half-Saint Giant Python was very strange and confused.
"Commander?" the python asked again.
"If you don't want me to eat you, shut up and wait." The ancient blood lizard turned back and glanced at it coldly with its blood-red eyes.
The giant python was frightened, as if it had instantly fallen into an endless river of blood, and was about to be drowned and swallowed by the scarlet blood. It immediately apologized and respectfully retreated from the group.
"It's a scalp drum! Tang Yan left a good treasure."
"It's too late, it should be activated on the northern battlefield!"
"It can also be used in the east. It just suits us."
"Whether it's sooner or later, no one can show its true power except Tang Yan."
"The current Tang Yan can't do it either. Thinking back to ancient times, the power of the scalp drum is... terrifying..."
"Counting the time, it's almost time for them to come back. The alliance can't hold on any longer. Let's take action now."
"The Pangu tribe is seeking death, we...will make it happen!"
The six-eyed spirit fox, the ten-shadow phantom mink, and the phantom sea golden butterfly, the three demon saints spoke out one after another, exchanging opinions.
"We have always retained our strength, and now we can go for a big fight."
The ancient blood lizards and other ten demon saints showed their bloody ferocity one after another, eager to try.
They had been trying to exercise restraint on the northern battlefield. Although they killed many members of the Alliance, they did not cause more disasters during the duel with the Martial Saint, and they did not try their best.