Two days and two nights of fighting, both for the experts from the human race and the experts from the Scale Horn Clan, consumed a lot of energy. Although they looked majestic and powerful, the attack power under their hands was very weak. Strictly speaking,
, like a paper tiger that may fall at any time.
At this time, strength no longer seems important, it is more of a battle of endurance and spirit.
The spiritual power in some people's bodies has been exhausted, and they end up using extremely barbaric methods to fight against alien races.
In the battle scene, a scale-horned master broke the arm of a human master. The human master seemed not to notice it at all. He grinned and pounced on him, biting the opponent like a wild beast.
Their neck, legs and other still existing arm were tightly wrapped around each other, preventing the other party from breaking free.
In the blink of an eye, both of them were dying, their blood was drained, and their lives were in danger.
Battles similar to this took place in many areas.
Many people who saw the battle scene projected by the powerful telegraph beads in front couldn't help but shed tears. What a scene it was! In order for the human race not to be invaded, they spent their last effort.
Although they are dead, their unyielding spirit lives on in the hearts of each of us.
Yuwen Zhouyuan, who was still controlling the changes of the formation flag, looked pale. He had also consumed a lot. Suddenly, he stopped controlling the formation flag.
At this time, the formation flags could no longer be used to control the crowd. Everyone seemed to be going crazy. They did not obey the command at all and pounced on the Scale Horns masters when they saw them. The same was true for the Scale Horns army, which was completely out of formation.
The battle between the Human Race and the Scale Horn Race looks like a battle between ordinary people.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan stop, Lian Huasheng asked in confusion.
"I can no longer control it. Everyone has fallen into a killing instinct. This battle has consumed too much." Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled bitterly.
"Is there any way?" Lian Huasheng asked, and at the same time handed a small cyan porcelain bottle to Yuwen Zhouyuan. Needless to say, it must be the spiritual liquid of the restored spiritual power. Other masters also turned their attention to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
, those eyes were full of inquiry.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was not polite. He took the small porcelain bottle and poured all the spiritual liquid inside into his mouth. A trace of blush returned to his face.
"Retreat! There will be no results if the battle continues." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Retreat?" All the masters showed a trace of doubt. Now that the battle has reached this point, can they still retreat?
"Well, we are retreating, but we cannot retreat on our own initiative. At this time, whoever retreats earlier will be hit harder, which will definitely be detrimental to the next battle." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"How can we let the Scale Horns retreat first?" Lian Huasheng asked.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with light, and he said: "There must be a lot of people participating in the war gathered here along the coast! After a little practice, as long as the formation is not messy, bring them all over. I think after the Scale Horns see it, they will
We will have to consider retreating first."
"Okay, I'll notify you immediately. How many people are needed? There are too many people coming over there." Lian Huasheng asked.
"More than 100,000 people are enough. We are just acting as a deterrent. If we really want to rely on them to fight, I'm afraid we still need to train for a period of time. Otherwise, the masters of the Scaled Horns who are hiding in the dark will be able to sweep everyone away."
." Yuwen Zhouyuan thought for a while and said.
"I'll prepare as soon as possible." Lian Huasheng said, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
At this time, both the Scale Horn clan and the human clan masters were watching the changes in the battle, and the faces of the masters on both sides were not very good.
No one expected that a battle would go to such an extent. The word "tragic" is simply not enough to describe it.
"Sir, the energy in the bodies of those of us from the Scale Horn Clan has almost been exhausted, why don't we retreat and recuperate for a while before fighting again." A master from the Scale Horn Clan couldn't help but said after seeing this miserable scene.
"You can't retreat until you die. It's their honor to be able to die in battle." The master of the Scale Horn Tribe who was at the peak of the half-step True Saint said with a cold expression. His eyes were full of ruthless light, as if these lives were just wormwood in his eyes.
, worthless.
After the master of the Scale Horn Tribe, who was half a step closer to the peak of the True Saint, said this, the muscles on the other people's faces twitched. He was worthy of being the core figure of the team. He was the calmest at all times and was not affected by external objects.
Of course, these senior officials of the Scale Horn Clan will not be affected by external objects. They act aloof all day long and regard the soldiers of the Scale Horn Clan as the sharpest weapons in their hands. If they lose, they will say that they are nothing but losers and have no ability at all.
, victory brings illusory fame and fortune. In the end, it becomes a good weapon among weapons. The ultimate result of the weapon is destruction.
If someone were the boss now, they could only nod in agreement and not dare to express any opinions.
Half a stick of incense had passed, and both the human and scale-horned masters were becoming more and more sleepy. They were unable to raise their arms. Many people fell directly into the vast sea and struggled in the sea.
The war has reached this point, and it is indescribably miserable. Looking at the people around me, my heart feels like a knife.
"Here we come." A voice sounded in Yuwen Zhouyuan's ears. It was Lian Huasheng's voice, and the voice was full of excitement.
Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head and took a look, unfolding his spiritual consciousness. Sure enough, a team came in a menacing manner. The terrifying spiritual energy rolled around, and the surrounding fog spread, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
From that momentum, it can first suppress people.
The master from the Scale-Horn Clan, who was half-stepping to the peak of True Saint, was coldly watching the battle between the Human Clan master and the Scale-Horn Clan master. Suddenly his face turned pale and ugly, and two black rays of light pierced the sky in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that this human race would hide so many masters. Could it be that the soul blood race retreated?" the man said to himself.
At this time, the master who was half a step closer to the peak of the True Saint was hesitating whether to retreat. Once he retreated, his morale would be low, which would definitely affect the next battle.
"Fight...kill the enemy..." At this time, a rumbling sound roared from a distance, like an awakened beast roaring.
The terrifying momentum surged. Judging from the power, everyone could feel that it was a terrifying team.
The hearts of everyone in the Scale Horn Clan sank to the bottom. If the human race could still come up with a team at this time, their Scale Horn Clan would have lost this battle again. Even if they invaded the Scale Horn Clan at this time,
It was too late for those soldiers to return.
The shouts of killing seemed to wake up everyone who had fallen into a state of instinctive killing. Everyone's body trembled and their consciousness returned, and then they realized the current situation.
"Brothers and seniors, our reinforcements are here. Hold on and kill the aliens." Yuwen Zhouyuan, who clearly saw everyone's movements, took this opportunity to shout.
Feeling the surging momentum from the distance and hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's voice, the hot blood in everyone's bodies began to flow again, as if they had taken pills, they were full of vigor and vitality, and rushed towards the Scale-Horn Clan warriors.
Compared to the human warriors, the scale-horned masters' mood instantly fell into the abyss of the Nine Netherworld, and they lost all will to fight.
"Puff puff..." Black and red blood spurted out, like a horse racing, and the masters of the black-armored Scale Horn clan died one after another.
Seeing this scene, the master of the Scale Horn Clan, who was half a step to the peak of the True Saint, had a face full of anger. He waved his hands with an ugly expression and said two words unwillingly: "Retreat."
Hearing the boss's words, a master quickly blew the horn.
“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,! of oh, oh oh...", oh, oh woo hoo..." deep horn sounds sounded across the world, like weeping and complaining, as if telling the tragic scene just now.
Hearing the sound of the horn, the masters of the Scale Horn Clan began to retreat, a bit like fleeing in a panic.
"Don't chase." Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at him and said coldly.
The military orders were like mountains, and this idea had been instilled in them during training. None of the Dragon League masters tried to chase them, and they automatically gathered together. Even if they wanted to chase them just now, they were already powerless.
The supporting troops behind him did not come, they seemed like a fierce tiger watching in the distance.
"Victory...Victory...We are victorious." Seeing the Scale Horns retreating, the masters of the Dragon Alliance roared with all their last strength. Many people's eyes were wet, and tears flowed from the corners of their eyes. They were excited and happy.
It's sad.
At this time, in this space, many spiritual consciousnesses were sweeping around, checking the number of people, and Yuwen Zhouyuan was no exception. Compared with the cheering Dragon Alliance masters, Yuwen Zhouyuan was in an extremely bad mood. On the surface,
It seemed that Xiliang had won, but in fact it was a failure.
He just checked and found out that in this battle, the Scale Horn clan lost more than 70,000 people, while the human race masters lost a total of 120,000 people. What a terrifying number.
The human race's losses were almost double the scale-horned tribe's losses, so how could he be in a better mood?
The team of the Scale Horns slowly retreated, and the team on the human side also retreated.
"What's the matter? Let's talk about it later. There is still a battle waiting for us. You lead our team back first and let them recover quickly. There are our people on the suspended island you built. They have brought a large number of people with them.
Spiritual liquid." At this time, a half-step true saint master appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan and said.
This is a middle-aged man. Yuwen Zhouyuan has seen this man before. He is the deputy leader of the Dragon Alliance.
"Okay." Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded, and then led the entire human team towards the direction of the suspended island.
The team of the Scale Horn Clan has retreated five hundred miles away. In this world, the real masters of the Scale Horn Clan have not yet left. They are all hiding in the depths of the void, and the same is true for the human race.
In one battle, how much blood was shed, how many heroes were buried, and in just two days and two nights, so many masters were killed and injured. Everyone's hearts trembled when they heard that so many masters were injured.
The vast sea, covered with blood for thousands of miles, seems to have turned into a boundless sea of blood. Corpses are floating on the sea, and the smell of blood is rippling around. If a person who has not experienced war comes, the horror will not wait until he walks ten miles.
They can all be vomited out, or they can lose consciousness due to the impact of the soaring blood energy.