True Lord Sao Feng only wanted to accomplish a great feat so that Lord Broken Star God could take a high look at him.

From the beginning of the war until now, the strategies he proposed have been rejected by the Star-Shattering God Lord.

In terms of contribution in making suggestions, he is not as good as Jin Jian Zhenjun.

The contribution from the rear is naturally not as good as that of Lord Nine Ghosts.

If this continues, in the process of conquering the Bone Palace, only the command will take credit.

It was attacked on Jinshi Island before and the losses were very heavy.

Although the main responsibility lies with the Lord of the Pill Hall, he is the boss of the Lord of the Pill Hall, so he will naturally be affected.

If he fails to make outstanding contributions before destroying the Bone Palace, he will have no chance to be the helmsman of Zhenhaizong in the future.

Now is the last battle, this is the last chance.

The warships of the Zhenhai Sect were rotated again. Among the remaining warships in the Bone Palace, the Jindan monks had long since exhausted their spiritual power.

Fortunately, the senior officials of the Bone Palace are willing to smash the spirit stones and rely on the spirit stones to maintain the warships of the Bone Palace.

It's just that they don't have the numerical advantage of Zhenhaizong, and they can't spare the time to go back and repair the damage.

After a day of hard work, the remaining warships were all scarred, and one of the ships had its keel severely damaged.

Even if it is not destroyed this time, going back to repair it is almost the same as refining it.

There are twenty-one Zhenhaizong warships in the new rotation, which is more than four times that of the Bone Palace.

In a four-on-one situation, even if there is a formation to block it, they have no ability to support it.

In less than half an hour, all five warships were destroyed.

Most of the monks on the ship were also beheaded.

Only a few monks escaped back to the Bone Palace under the protection of the formation.

At this point, all the warships in the Bone Palace were destroyed.

Without the protection of warships, Yuanying monks and Jindan monks did not dare to show their faces at all.

Although the Nascent Soul Monk is at the same level as the fifth-level warship, the warship has a complete offensive and defensive system.

Unless he is a peerless genius, it is impossible for ordinary monks to defeat warships of the same level.

What's more, there may be Nascent Soul cultivators hidden on Zhenhai Sect's warships.

The Nascent Soul monks in the White Bone Palace were already having an extremely difficult time dealing with the warships.

If a Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly bursts out of the warship, even a peerless genius would have a hard time resisting it.

All the White Bone Palace can do is send out its god-forming combat power to fight head-on with the Zhenhai Sect.

But once this is done, it means that the two sides will show off their cards and start a decisive battle.

On the Bone Cliff, all the god-transformation monks frowned.

The second elder was a little downcast. Although he had been taking the lead in the battle, he had also been fighting on the front line, personally commanding the flying warships.

But his commanding ability and determination could not make up for the numerical gap.

It's not yet time for the decisive battle between the monks who transform themselves into gods, so he can't take action directly.

"Sect Master, my subordinates have failed to meet your expectations and have damaged all the warships.

Zhenhai Sect can continuously send warships to Panshi Island for repairs.

In the end, these twelve warships failed to cause any substantial damage to Zhenhai Sect.

If your subordinates are incompetent, please ask the sect leader to punish them."

The sect leader let out a long sigh: "There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and Old Ghost Broken Star is too cunning.

Although he clearly had an absolute advantage, he was unwilling to take action with all his strength.

Even if I personally command the warship, I may not be able to compare with you.

However, our goal can be considered achieved, at least we have let the disciples see our determination.

Those disciples who went out to fight also fought until the last moment.

At this time, the morale of the disciples in the sect is still there, and we still have a chance to make a comeback.

Great Elder, how do you handle the transfer of elite disciples?"

The great elder stood up and cupped his hands and said: "To inform the sect master, I have sent people to find several suitable places to settle down on the edge of the ancient battlefield.

During this time, I also sent people to transfer some supplies there.

The White Bone Cliff is close to the ancient battlefield, and the Zhenhai Sect does not dare to send people to surround the White Bone Cliff.

Our retreat has not been cut off, and we can retreat to the places I have prepared at any time.

Sect Master, we planned to fight to the death and then let some disciples escape.

Now the outcome has been decided, and all our warships have been lost.

If we want to fight again, we, the god-transformation monks, can only go out.

It is better for all the remaining monks to retreat to the ancient battlefield and conserve their strength."

The sect leader shook his head: "We can't stay in the ancient battlefield forever. The Bone Palace's thousands-year foundation has been lost, and someone has to pay the price.

As the leader of the clan, I must shoulder this responsibility.

Great Elder, you are right to keep running away.

But you always think of not bearing any losses, which is impossible.

Your character is too stable and lacks courage.

The second elder has been taking the lead in the battle. If the sect's current strength exceeds that of the Zhenhai Sect, this is the right thing to do.

But now our Bone Palace is not strong enough and we still want to fight hard, which is inappropriate.

You have enough courage, but lack composure.

Of the six of you, three are engaged in fighting and three are engaged in escaping. All of you are biased.

When I am here, I can reconcile and make up for your respective shortcomings.

When I die in battle, you might get into a lot of trouble.

After my death, the first elder will inherit the position of sect leader, and the second elder will be promoted to the first elder.

From now on, the sect's main strategy is to lie dormant and wait.

In this case, no war can begin until there are monks in the late stage of spiritual transformation in the sect before they can officially leave the mountain.

From now on, the Great Elder will take charge of everything. Although you, the Second Elder, are more talented, you are not suitable for making decision-makers. You must cooperate with him in the future."

The second elder sighed: "Sect Master, I have always been in charge of the battle. I would rather die in battle than pretend to be a grandson in the ancient battlefield.

My cultivation level is slightly better than that of the great elder, and my cultivation speed is also faster.

But if you want to cultivate to the late stage of divine transformation, it will take at least two to three hundred years.

I can't stand it if you let me be a coward for two to three hundred years.

In order to revitalize the sect in the future, it will be enough to have a great elder.

The inheritance of our ancestors is not guaranteed, and you should not bear the responsibility alone. Let me accompany you to fight together.

It is said that Zhenhaizong's tens of thousands of years of foundation and inheritance are far better than those of our demonic cultivators.

I don’t believe in this evil, and I must kill the Zhenhai Sect’s god-transformation monks this time to let them know that we demon cultivators are not easy to mess with either.”

As soon as these words came out, two spiritual transformation monks who had been supporting the second elder also stood up.

"Sect Master, we have always been in charge, how can we miss this last battle?"

Even on the side of the great elder, an older monk stood up and said: "I am now over four thousand years old. Although I am younger than you, the sect leader, I have no further potential.

Moreover, I suffered a lot of injuries in my early years, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the Bone Palace again.

I can't afford to wait any longer. Instead of escaping, I might as well risk my life to become a god-transformation monk from Zhenhaizong, so that I can be worthy of the ancestors of all generations when I get down there."

Seeing how several elders were not afraid of fighting to the death, the sect leader was also a little moved.

He sighed: "That's it, Great Elder, I will leave the sect's affairs to you from now on.

Second Elder, with your talent, it is not difficult to reach the late stage of divine transformation.

I originally wanted you to escape into the ancient battlefield. When the sect regains its glory in the future, you will be needed as the main combatant.

Since you don't want to, then come and fight with me."

Then, he looked at the older monk and said, "Brother Qi, we are of the same generation. Although we are not from the same family, we have fought side by side many times in the past.

Unexpectedly, this last time fighting side by side would come at a critical moment for the sect's life and death.

That's all, you can join me in the battle.

The second elder and elder Qi followed me into the battle, and the other elders followed the elder and retreated into the ancient battlefield to protect the younger generations of the sect.
To be continued...