The sound of killing was loud in the center of the battlefield, and the whole place was in chaos. No one noticed that Shadow Commander shot a signal into the air.
Moreover, with the tyrannical attitude of the warriors of the God Clan, even if they knew this, they would not take it seriously. Perhaps, instead, they expected Ying Neng to recruit more people so that they could kill to their heart's content.
“Boom…boom!”
Amid the violent fluctuations in the void, the Fentian Tower and the Xuemei Clan warriors have reached the final desperate stage.
Yin Cang used his trump card and seriously injured a divine warrior, but he was also kicked by another warrior and broke his sternum, making him unable to fight anymore.
There was no other way, as the vitality was gradually disappearing, even though he had the upper hand before, he could only use desperate measures to force a tie with the opponent.
"Sir, run away quickly!"
Another Fentian Tower warrior supported Yin Cang, and one of them hugged the enemy who rushed forward with all his strength. Seeing that he was defeated, and worried about Yin Cang's safety, he shouted loudly and the real energy in his body surged, and then he blew himself up with a "bang".
Finally defeated an enemy.
"Junior Brother Chang!"
When Yin Cang and others saw this, their eyes were about to burst but they were helpless. Looking at their fellow disciples who fell one after another, they could only grit their teeth and shout: "Fight and retreat at the same time!"
Xuechou also realized that the situation was serious. While trying his best to resist the middle-aged man from the God Clan, he ordered: "You go first!"
"Uncle Qiu, if you don't retreat, we won't leave!"
Monster clan warriors have simpler thinking than humans. In their concept, the same clan is a whole, and they must advance and retreat together, and are unwilling to abandon their clansmen and flee.
"How long have you been so pedantic? Get out of here, otherwise we will all die here!" Xuechou was furious, but he had no choice but to do anything.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, none of you ants can escape!" The man from the God Clan laughed ferociously. Seeing the death of members of the clan, the leading middle-aged warrior also began to use his innate magical powers.
That strange power grew crazily, perhaps as if they were infected. The remaining seven divine warriors' power surged, and they killed several more people in an instant.
"I fought them!"
A snow clan powerful man told his companions to lead Xue Ling and other juniors to escape, while he flew across the field at high speed, with demonic energy surging all over his body, and a terrifying aura filled the whole place.
"Amon, no!" Xue Qiu was horrified and stopped him.
"Boom!"
Where Amon was, the void was cracked, and terrifying spatial fluctuations swept the two divine warriors away together with him.
By now, everyone understands that the only thing that can cause fatal damage to the warriors of the gods is self-destruction. Otherwise, with their vitality and blood greatly weakened, they may not even have a chance to escape, let alone resist.
For a time, the sound of self-destruction sounded one after another, and everyone followed the example of Junior Brother Chang and Amon. Even if the remaining warriors of the God Clan were quick to see the opportunity, they would not be able to escape the fate of being severely injured.
"Drink, get up!"
The middle-aged leader of the God Clan was furious and launched two major moves to repel the three Xuechou people. He also swept aside and gathered the remaining clan members together.
Seeing that there were only four divine warriors left with full combat power, the look on his face became more ferocious.
The Gods are naturally powerful in combat, and each branch has considerable innate magical powers. However, their fatal weakness is that they have too few members. To the Gods, every member of the tribe is particularly important, and sacrificing one of them is a huge loss.
Because of this, they subdued or enslaved some human forces to work for the gods.
But today, just because of dozens of enemies of lower races, several tribesmen died. For the middle-aged man, the price was too high, and he had committed an unforgivable sin.
"Today, all of you will die!"
The middle-aged man was furious, his eyes swept over Fentian Tower and the Xuemei Clan warriors one by one, and his cold voice spread throughout the audience.
Immediately, the aura on his body increased steadily, like a violent hurricane sweeping the world, and at the same time, he also exerted his devouring magical power to the extreme.
Visible to the naked eye, the surrounding vegetation is shrouded in this aura, withering and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"boom!"
The middle-aged man led several divine warriors to the field. The treasure weapon in his hand burst out with divine light like the sun, sweeping down on the remaining warriors of the two races.
"I'll stop them, you guys run away quickly!" Xuechou took a deep breath, and then his huge figure flew out.
Among the remaining people, a late-stage Void Realm warrior from the Snow Mei Tribe and two late-stage Void Realm experts from Fentian Tower looked at each other, with a look of determination flashing in their eyes, and ran into the arena at the same time.
They have all decided that no matter what, even if they risk their own lives, they must try their best to buy some time for the juniors to escape.
"Boom!"
Several powerful men attacked with all their strength, and the deafening explosions spread hundreds of miles around. However, they were no longer in peak condition at this moment, and were seriously injured by the warriors of the gods in a few rounds.
Among them, one of the Burning Sky Tower masters had his shoulder bones shattered, and his two thighs disappeared silently.
Ying threw away an empty bottle in his hand, used up the last bottle of water of life prepared for him by the Jueshen Alliance, and finally recovered from his injuries.
When he got up, he happened to see this tragic scene, thinking that with his speed, he should have a chance to rescue one of them and leave. But he was a little unsure whether he should save Yin Cang of Fentian Tower or should he
Rescue the Snow Spirit of the Snow Mei Tribe.
In the face of racial justice, it is obvious that Ying has abandoned the prejudices between forces. In his view, everyone belongs to the same camp, just to fight against the gods together.
Suddenly, he noticed four figures approaching at great speed in the distance. After taking a closer look, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Sir, be careful, they are members of the God Clan and their fighting power is terrifying!"
The leading young man in black robe nodded slightly to him and said to the three people beside him: "Zihan, Lu Yang, step back, Wan'er and I take action!"
Everyone was also attracted by the sudden appearance of several people. They turned around and saw that the young man in black robe had leapt to the nine heavens. A cold voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Qiankun Formation, start!"
In the sky, a pattern of condensed black and white colors stretched out. At the same time, an unstoppable and shocking pressure descended on the audience, like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens, hanging upside down in the sky, and it was magnificent.
.
The warriors of the God Clan were horrified. They had never seen such a method before. Everyone felt an inexplicable force appear, which greatly restricted their movements and immediately slowed down their speed.
The middle-aged man raised his sword eyebrows, and his majestic divine power exploded wildly. He was about to break free from the shackles of the formation, but a strange sharp needle pierced the center of his soul and reached the sea of consciousness, setting off a huge wave.
"Keng!"
The Water Singing Sword was unsheathed, and everyone saw a water-blue sword curtain blooming, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.
A beautiful figure danced gracefully, shuttled back and forth across the audience, graceful and graceful, like an elf.
At least at this moment, even the warriors of the Snow Mei Clan felt that this white figure was more beautiful than the Snow Spirit.
This scene shocked everyone, but it was also reasonable. Generally speaking, Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan were not much stronger than Xuechou and others, but their methods were strange, which made the God Clan
The warrior did not react for a moment.
For a race like the Protoss with strong combat power and innate magical powers, Yin Cang and others at the end of their strength would naturally find it difficult to resist them, but both the Universe Formation and the Soul Power attack targeted their weaknesses.
The two of them worked together to achieve the current results.
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