On a certain isolated island in the ocean, the survivors have long since left, leaving only garbage and filth everywhere.
But at this moment, the island was bustling with activity, and all forces gathered here.
The monks of all races in the True Spirit Realm, as well as the large and small demon cultivators of the Sea Clan, surrounded this dirty and lonely island.
Countless sea monsters, big and small, swam in the turbulent waves, constantly making shrill roars.
There is no way to heaven and no door to earth.
There are now only five practitioners of the Lingmu tribe left, each of them covered in wounds and bruises, and they are besieged in the center of the dirty island.
"You bastards are simply bullying others too much. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely avenge today!"
Among the monks of the Lingmu clan, there was a figure with a ferocious face, it was Venerable Mo Tong who was in charge of leading the team.
Not long ago, he was still arrogant, clamoring to target Loucheng as an attack target.
Steal the Earth Spirit Pearl and then destroy the city.
Having snatched the Water Spirit Bead from the Sea Tribe before, Venerable Mo Tong was extremely confident, thinking that there was no rival in the lower world.
The same is true for Loucheng. They are nothing more than local chickens and dogs. As long as the Lingmu tribe takes action, no organization can be its opponent.
As a result, today, it has suffered a tragic blow.
They are particularly worried now that various tribes are colluding with Loucheng and targeting the Lingmu tribe.
They were bombarded by the building city before, and then they were besieged and killed by various ethnic groups, which was obviously a sign of collusion with each other.
Realizing this possibility, Venerable Mo Tong couldn't help but feel a little frightened, feeling that the situation was gradually getting out of control.
Today's special environment has left the Lingmu tribe with no way out, and now they are just hanging on.
The more Venerable Mo Tong thought about it, the angrier he became. He looked at the monks of various races around him and issued threats fiercely.
On a normal day, given Venerable Mo Tong's status and means, this threat would definitely scare off many enemies.
But now, the Lingmu tribe is like a toothless tiger, and has reached the end of its rope.
After today, whether he will survive or not is unknown.
If you are in the true spirit world, you may still have some scruples and have some reservations when taking action.
But now that I am in the lower realm, I no longer have so many worries, and I will become more decisive when I strike.
There are many upper realm practitioners who even regard the lower realm as the best place for revenge, waiting for the right time to launch a sniper attack.
There are many practitioners who bury their bones in restricted areas and die quietly.
As soon as Venerable Mo Tong finished speaking, he was immediately sternly rebutted.
“At this moment, still dreaming about leaving alive is simply wishful thinking!
I will behead you to pay homage to my dead senior brother!"
A cultivator from the upper realm shouted coldly, his eyes full of hatred. In the battle and fighting in the deep sea, his fellow tribesmen died at the hands of Mo Tong.
This time, they surrounded Mo Tong, not only to snatch back the water spirit beads, but also to avenge those dead companions.
The other monks from various ethnic groups were also sarcastic and their words were full of contempt.
Apparently, there was a lot of bad energy accumulated in their hearts, and now it was finally released.
Opportunities like this are indeed not easy to come across. At other times, no one would dare to talk nonsense in front of the Lingmu tribe.
But it's different now. No matter how harsh the curse is, it doesn't matter.
Faced with the evil words, Mo Tong and other Lingmu monks just sneered, but their defensive formation remained motionless.
Even though they are trapped in a tight siege at this moment, they still have the strength to fight back. Anyone who dares to launch an attack rashly will definitely suffer fatal losses.
The trapped beasts in desperate situations are the most terrifying. They are often prepared to die together, and once they seize the opportunity, they will never let it go.
The monks of all races are so cunning and cunning that they will never suffer harm themselves and will give the benefits to others in vain.
If another thief takes advantage of this opportunity and launches an attack to add insult to injury, it will be extremely unlucky.
In an unruly place like the Nether, anything can happen, so you must be prepared for the worst.
The monks had their own thoughts and chose to besiege rather than attack. In fact, they were all waiting for others to take action.
Venerable Mo Tong could see clearly, and the mockery in his eyes became even stronger.
"A bunch of ragtag people can't accomplish anything big at all. How could I lose at your hands?
Shame, truly his grandma’s shame!”
While taunting, Venerable Mo Tong shifted his gaze and looked at the armed airship suspended in the distance.
A trace of hatred and fear emerged from his eyes.
If it hadn't been for Lou Cheng's intervention, it would have been impossible to be in such a mess today, and it wouldn't have been the turn of these races that weren't on the list to be so proud.
This hatred and hatred cannot be tolerated.
In today's true spirit world, those races, big and small, that are not on the list can rarely be compared with the races on the list.
Those races on the list will have a sense of superiority when facing races that are not on the list.
In the opinion of Venerable Mo Tong, if it were not for the building city, the rabble under these rankings would not be opponents at all.
If this war of all races is affected because of Lou Cheng, Lou Cheng must bear the angry revenge.
Such thoughts flashed up, but were quickly suppressed, knowing that they were just thoughts for the time being.
The strength shown by Lou Cheng made Venerable Mo Tong secretly fearful, knowing that the other party's methods were by no means simple.
Although the Lingmu tribe is strong, they may not be their opponents.
He actually wanted to test it himself and see Lou Cheng's true methods, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance now.
Those suspended armed airships were apparently motionless, but they made Venerable Mo Tong feel threatened.
Thinking of the strange weapons that had fallen from the sky and destroyed the gathering place, Venerable Mo Tong felt a little confused.
He has never seen this kind of weapon. It is so powerful that if it is placed in a crowded place, it will definitely cause horrific damage.
Even a monk who has returned to the void is very likely to suffer severe damage or even die if he is caught off guard.
It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary force to have such an attack method. If Lou Cheng deliberately targets the Lingmu tribe, it will definitely be a terrible disaster.
The war among all races is about to begin, and the Lingmu tribe has already taken the lead, but they encounter such a change.
One can imagine Mo Tong's depression.
Although he was full of anger, he could only suppress it in his heart, knowing that now was not the time to vent.
The siege continues, but no action has been taken.
For Venerable Mo Tong, this situation is beneficial to him, but he is becoming more and more frightened in his heart.
Venerable Mo Tong is not afraid of the siege by monks from the upper realm. When his life is at stake, this group of despicable guys may not be able to keep him.
The real objects of concern are actually the powerful men of the Sea Clan and the mysterious Lord of the City.
The Sea Clan has sealed off the mainland and treated it as a prison. Now that they have received news from the Lingmu Clan, they will definitely take immediate action.
As the culprit, Lou Cheng will definitely take action and will definitely not stand idly by.
As soon as this idea came up, I saw a black shadow appear in the distance, speeding towards me at an extremely fast speed.
When they got closer, they discovered that it was a giant flying battleship, with a length of five thousand meters.
There are various buildings on it, whose specific purpose is unknown, but they are full of murderous intent.
The thick gun barrels are tilted towards the sky, and there are a large number of bomb openings below.
Such a terrifying behemoth is simply a moving city in the sky, which makes people feel tremendous pressure.
On top of this aircraft, followed a large number of Loucheng monks. They wore uniform standard armor and stood behind the fence like statues.
At the front of the aircraft, there is also a group of eye-catching practitioners, whose appearance and posture are somewhat familiar.
After getting closer, I realized that these familiar figures were all practitioners of the Qingyu Clan.
When did the Qingyu tribe and Lou Cheng get together?
The monks were secretly shocked, and various thoughts came to their minds.
They suddenly realized that it would be very difficult to capture the monks from the Lingmu tribe.
Even they themselves may be in danger.
The fear in my heart has not disappeared yet, and a new incident has occurred. Along with the infiltrating roar, several terrifying deep-sea giant monsters are coming through the waves.