After hearing many people speak like this, the faces of all the cultivators in the city turned pale in an instant.
"Why?"
"Is the sect going to give up on us?"
The faces of the two powerful men from the Holy Land were very ugly. They had just left the city and participated in a thrilling fight.
Now his whole body is stained with blood and he has a lot of injuries. Originally, in their opinion, as long as they persisted for a little longer, reinforcements would arrive.
But at this moment, after learning that there were no reinforcements, a feeling of despair appeared on everyone's faces.
"No! It's impossible! I'm the little wolf king of the Silver Wolf clan! There's no way my father won't send someone to save me!"
Suddenly in the crowd, the Little Wolf King exclaimed. In front of him was a master from the Silver Wolf Clan, who had just received a message from the Silver Wolf Clan.
"Prince, the king of the clan personally said that the scale of the beast tide attacking the city is so large that it is rare in ten thousand years. Even if he comes in person, there will be a great risk of death. He asked you to take care of yourself. If you can return to the clan safely, that will be fine. If you die,
In this Black Evil City, the next throne of the Silver Wolf Tribe will be passed on to your brother." The master of the Silver Wolf Tribe said this, with a solemn look on his face.
"how so……"
The little wolf king looked stunned, he couldn't believe that his father would give up on him.
"Why? Why didn't father send someone to save me?"
Not only the Little Wolf King himself, but many people in the city at this moment have received news from their respective families and forces.
There are almost no exceptions, and they are all left to their own devices. No family or force is willing to send people to die.
"Are all the cultivators of Heisha City going to die here tonight?" Even the six powerful men from the Immortal Realm looked extremely solemn now.
As strong as the six of them, facing such a large-scale attack of beasts at this moment, they have no confidence that they can survive.
"Millions of monks have gathered in this city. If there is no external aid, after tonight, Zhongzhou will wipe out millions of people overnight. This is millions of people, won't they feel guilty?!" A fairyland master
Neng was so angry that he smashed a building not far away with his palm.
"Friend Taoist, please calm down. At this time, we should save more energy to maintain the operation of the formation." Another person advised.
"What's the point of continuing like this? We won't be able to survive tomorrow at all under the attack of the beast tide."
"Everyone, follow me out of the city. Try to kill as many monsters as possible before the formation is destroyed. Once the formation is destroyed, we can break out of the encirclement and maybe get a glimmer of hope!" A leader of the Holy Land
The elder figure shouted like this.
"right!"
"Whether it's life or death, it all depends on us. No matter what tribesmen or brothers, in the real moment of life and death, wouldn't they also abandon us?"
Everyone has angry looks on their faces. After tonight, no matter life or death, they may not return to their own power.
"The Netherworld Catastrophe will come soon. Millions of cultivators in Tiangang are besieged here. If reinforcements join forces to attack, we will be able to be rescued. However, all forces are unwilling to harm anyone. By then,
If annihilation comes, and Tiangang's cultivators only care about themselves, how can they resist foreign enemies?"
"It's ridiculous. Millions of us are being despised by the world tonight, and no one will come to our aid. After tonight, no matter life or death, I will no longer have the slightest connection with my family!"
"The sect is unkind, so don't blame me for being unjust. From now on, I, Chen Daoran, am no longer the Son of God of the Jiuzhen Sect. If I break out tonight, the inheritance of the Immortal Scripture of the Jiuzhen Sect will be revealed to the world!" A figure of the Son of God said this.
Words.
Not just them, many people in the city are filled with resentment and seem to be enemies of the entire world.
In such a desperate situation, no one came to help. Even the relatives and fellow apprentices of his sect and family seemed to have become strangers, abandoning him and ignoring him.
How could they not be heartbroken?
"kill!"
"Before the formation is destroyed, try to kill the monsters as much as possible. Then everyone can break out of the encirclement in one fell swoop. If we can break out, from now on, we will be our own clan and we will no longer have anything to do with the gods of heaven!"
Many people had red eyes, shouted something, and then rushed out of the city in one fell swoop.
For a moment, the sound of killing filled the sky, and under the dark night, the sky was stained with blood. The scene was indescribably tragic.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
However, at this moment, no one noticed outside the city that there was a blood-red figure that was rapidly moving through the beast tide.
This blood-red figure is none other than Mo Wangchen!
He has never returned since he left the city, and has been immersed in endless killing.
His white clothes had long been dyed blood red, and the aura on his body had never weakened at all. It seemed that he became more and more courageous as he fought, and now, the momentum around him had actually reached a certain peak.
"It's time..."
After killing another group of beasts, Mo Wangchen retreated and returned to the city gate, but he did not enter the city.
Instead, his body was in the air, floating in front of the city gate. He took a deep breath and looked at the mountains of corpses at his feet. Since the battle, the number of dead cultivators is probably no less than hundreds of thousands.
"Everyone, return to Heisha City!"
Mo Wangchen suddenly shouted loudly, and the sound spread throughout a hundred miles radius.
The battle seemed to have stopped for a brief moment, and everyone felt a surge of emotion. Mo Wangchen's voice seemed to have supreme power. Even those who were red-eyed and immersed in the killing were awakened at this moment.
"What's going on?"
"Why do you want to return to Heisha City?"
"Is there any way?"
Everyone was confused and looked in the direction of the sound. When they saw Mo Wangchen in blood-clothed clothes, they all couldn't help but frown.
"Who are you?"
"Why did you give the order without authorization?"
In the city, two immortal masters frowned. They stood on the city tower and looked at Mo Wangchen in mid-air in front of them.
"If you don't want casualties to continue to increase, it's best to retreat to the city."
Mo Wangchen didn't explain much. He spoke calmly, and then ignored the rest. After finishing his words, his aura, which had already reached its peak, suddenly surged again at this moment.
The godless power filled the void, causing everyone's expressions to change.
"He's going to break through!"
"A breakthrough now will inevitably lead to a thunderstorm, and everyone within a thousand feet of the breakthrough will be affected."
Everyone exclaimed, seeing that the aura on Mo Wangchen's body had reached the edge of breakthrough.
"Everyone, please return to Heisha City temporarily!"
A great master of the fairyland stood up in person. He no longer hesitated and gave the order.
If Mo Wangchen breaks through at this moment, the thunder catastrophe caused will also be a huge blow to the beast tide, which is a good thing for everyone.