"Dong dong dong..."
"Woooooooo..."
Ten days later, the ten-thousand-year period came. Witch and Yao Tribes sounded the highest summons order almost at the same time. One by one Witch People rushed towards the Witch Clan giant city. At the same time, densely packed monsters began to gather towards Heavenly Court.
The horn of war has sounded!
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill..."
Witch Clan Countless Witch Peoples in the giant city were roaring, strong fighting spirit burst out from pairs of eyes, and every Witch People felt their blood boiling.
Dijiang, Jumang, Houtu, Gonggong and others stood under Main Body's huge Divine Statue, all with serious faces. After all, this battle will determine who is the overlord of Primordial World.
Dijiang took a step forward, raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, this battle will be the last battle between us and the demon clan. We will uproot the entire demon clan and kill them all! Let them understand that Witch Clan is the master of Primordial World."
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill..."
Every Witch People clenched the combat tools in their hands, and the roar of killing shouts spread throughout the entire Buzhou Mountain Range.
"Let's go!"
Next to the ocean under Buzhou Mountain, there were densely packed demon monks standing there, one stretching to the horizon with no end in sight. Huge war flags roared, converging into waves of waves, and an iron-blooded aura spread.
"Last time, we suffered a disastrous defeat here. Today we have to regain our dignity and level the entire Witch Clan. Otherwise, although Primordial World is big, there will no longer be a place for our monster race to gain a foothold!"
Di Jun paused, glanced majestically at the demon clan below, and then said passionately, "As long as the entire Witch Clan is defeated, Primordial World will be the world of our demon clan, the endless spiritual veins, and spiritual treasures are all ours, and we will become Sovereign of Primordial World!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill..."
Each demon clan was aroused by Di Jun and roared ferociously.
"Go for it!!!"
"Kill!!!"
Witch and Yao Tribes were relatively close to each other, so the legions of the two tribes quickly met each other. Without any prelude, the two tribes quickly strangled each other.
"Boom!"
Houtu Tribe All Witch People pressed the ground together, and the ground surged like a tide. Rows of huge spikes shot out from the ground, instantly piercing through the monster monks who had no time to react.
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."
The war has just begun, and countless monster monks have fallen. The screams are heart-breaking, and the gurgling blood has gathered into rivers.
"Kill!!!"
The monster monks with blood-red eyes also fought back mercilessly. Countless monsters gathered together to form green death scythes, roaring into the Witch Clan camp. The sound of sharp weapons cutting flesh was heard continuously, and the Witch People was cleared in an instant.
"Kill!!!"
All the ferocity in the Witch and Yao Tribes monk's heart was aroused, with scarlet eyes, he slashed at the enemy with swords and swords, and beautiful blood flowers bloomed!
Less than an hour after the war started, tens of millions of Witch and Yao Tribes monks fell on the battlefield. The whole land was blood-red, there were broken swords and ferocious heads everywhere, and it was extremely tragic.
Blood Prison City Everyone appeared on the battlefield silently at some unknown time, and the huge bloody Crystal Coffin devoured the essence of flesh and blood on the battlefield as always.
"Kill!!!"
The entire battlefield is like a huge meat grinder, devouring countless lives every moment and every second. Mountain-like water dragons are roaring, meteor-like fireballs are bombing, and sharp swords are cutting...
"Boom!"
Numerous spells, supernatural powers, and spiritual treasures violently attacked, and the entire sky became turbulent. Scar-like Space Rift stretched out continuously, and thick chunks of mud were lifted up...
Frost, fire, hurricanes, poisonous fog, meteors, floods, etc., it seems that the end of the world is coming and the whole world is in crisis of overturning.
"Kill!!!"
The brutal cries of killing converged into a doomsday lament. This war was more tragic than the last time. Everyone on the battlefield knew that there was no way out. Taking a step back would mean death. Only by killing all the enemies in front can you gain a chance to survive.
At this moment, all the monks turned into violent ferocious beasts. In order to survive, kill! Kill! Kill! For the race, for the future, kill! Kill! Kill! At this moment, there is no sympathy, no reason at all. They drag the broken knives and carry the broken swords, fight in blood, fight a bloody road, and fight for a glorious tomorrow.
"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"...
The sky and the earth were filled with blood, and the violent murderous aura formed bloody hurricanes, tearing apart layers of clouds...
"Witch and Yao Tribes is such a terrifying race. The combined fighting power of the entire race still scares me even though I have become a saint!"
Deep in the clouds, Tongtian stared at the battlefield below and sighed.
"Humph, no matter how powerful they are, are they more powerful than those forces in the ancient times? Haven't they disappeared one by one in the long river of history. Only the realization of eternity is the pursuit of our monks. Everything else is illusory and will eventually disappear..."
Yuan Yuan curled his lips and said disdainfully, his eyes fell on Witch and Yao Tribes, full of sarcasm.
"No, junior brother, this is not necessarily the case. Have you seen the Blood Prison City group? This mysterious and ancient force has been developing from ancient times to the present. In the long years, almost no one dares to provoke it!" Lao Zi's eyes suddenly fell on the Blood Prison City group, wondering what they were thinking about.
"That's because there is someone in Blood Prison City..."
At this point, Yuan Yu suddenly stopped, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. Something called ambition was rapidly expanding. He was already Sage, and except for a few people among Primordial World, he was almost invincible. So, could he also make his sect last forever, be powerful Primordial World, and continue to grow and develop...
"Kill!!!"
The endless Blood Waves are rolling, and the Witch and Yao Tribes has been fighting to a fever pitch. Countless magical powers are constantly being unleashed, and broken limbs and arms are flying. With every breath, millions of Witch and Yao Tribes monks fall. This is a doomsday cemetery.
The sky is shattered and the earth is cracked!
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