In the dark space with no daylight, the shouts of killing never stopped for a moment.
Under the Fire Tribe's station, countless piles of black ash proved how brutal a battle had taken place here.
Zhang Yifeng was breathing heavily. In front of him were three corpses with their heads severed and their bodies transformed to the point where they had completely lost their human appearance.
From the white clothes worn by these three corpses, it can be seen that they are the three people who came to attack after receiving orders from Taiqing.
But now they are not the only ones, even the three thousand dark warriors they brought with them are all buried here.
After Zhang Yifeng adjusted his breath, he turned to observe the situation in the starting field.
Two of Su Yunshan's subordinates, Fang Han and Yue Fang, were suffering from various injuries, large and small.
Even if Xuanyuan Li and Ji Dali cooperated well with each other, they would inevitably be injured after going through a hard battle.
Hua Xiaoyu was deliberately protected from behind by Zhang Yifeng, so she was not injured at all.
The less than a hundred members of the Fire Tribe suffered heavy casualties after this battle.
At least a dozen people were killed in the battle, and dozens more were seriously injured.
And those people of the empire who were forcibly given blood suffered even more heavy casualties. It can be said that not even one out of ten survived.
But after such a miserable battle, the benefits are also considerable.
Not to mention the remaining seven people except three of the Nine Sons in the Cloud, just talking about these dark warriors who were thrown into the flames can also greatly weaken the power of the dark space.
Now that all the darkness visible to the naked eye has been removed, light has returned to this land.
The Fire King was standing next to the bonfire with flames reaching into the sky, his eyes flashing.
Even if his side suffered heavy losses, it was all worth it in his eyes.
"Senior Fire King, aren't you ready to appease their emotions?"
Zhang Yifeng came to the Fire King and asked him in a condensed voice.
I don't know if it was Zhang Yifeng's illusion, but the size of the Fire King seemed to be growing with the flames in the bonfire.
It's a pity that the Fire King is now surrounded by flames, and Zhang Yifeng can't see his true face clearly behind the flame curtain.
"Um?"
The Fire King came back to his senses, followed Zhang Yifeng's direction, and saw a group of Fire Tribe people gathering the bodies of the fallen tribesmen with sad expressions.
At the same time, they desperately tried to rescue those who were seriously injured and on the verge of death.
As the only belief of the Fire Tribe, the Fire King was currently indulging in a mere bonfire.
"Boy Zhang, our battle with the Dark Emperor will inevitably result in casualties."
"What's more, although the situation is excellent now, I still need to concentrate on guarding against all possible attacks by the Dark Emperor."
"This bonfire is our ultimate hope and must not be lost."
"As for them... they should be prepared to sacrifice the second before they embark on the battle."
The Fire King spoke indifferently, and only when he mentioned the sacrificed members of the Fire Tribe, his tone fluctuated a little.
But the Fire King soon concealed this fluctuation, and his tone remained cold and indifferent.
If Zhang Yifeng hadn't been paying close attention to the Fire King, he might have thought that he had been replaced.
After staring at the indifferent Fire King for a long time, Zhang Yifeng suddenly lost the idea of communicating with him.
"I just hope that everyone's sacrifices are meaningful."
After Zhang Yifeng said that, he turned around and went to heal the injuries of others.
The Fire King did not say a word, but looked at the bonfire in front of him with hope, as if he could only tolerate this thing in his eyes.
"Many, thank you, Mr. Zhang."
A Fire Tribe man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death said thank you in a weak tone after being rescued by Zhang Yifeng.
In the end, it took a long time for Zhang Yifeng and others to heal the injuries of all the injured.
Seeing the Fire Tribe people who had just recovered from their injuries and the people of the Empire who were imbued with the Fire Tribe bloodline gathering around the Fire King again, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but shake his head.
"Yifeng, what do you think Senior Fire King is planning to do?"
Xuanyuan Li stood beside Zhang Yifeng, also looking at the Fire King.
"I don't know, but I always have a bad feeling in my heart."
"This time the offensive sent by the Dark Emperor is more powerful than before, but it is at the limit of what we can bear."
"Everything here reveals a very urgent meaning."
Zhang Yifeng expressed his opinion in a deep voice.
"But Yifeng, you can't guess what kind of medicine is sold in the dark emperor's gourd."
"Now there are only four Yunzhong Nine Sons left. I can't see that Tai Qing will not show up at the last moment."
A look of solemnity flashed across Xuanyuan Li's eyes, and his premonition was almost the same as Zhang Yifeng's.
"Yeah, but I think it won't be long before the final battle."
"The Dark Emperor clearly intends to control the time of the attack on us. After the injured in the station have almost recovered, the next attack will probably come soon."
"The thing I'm most curious about right now is whether Senior Fire King has seen any clues."
Zhang Yifeng looked at the Fire King whose eyes were fixed on the bonfire and said in a solemn voice.
Just when Zhang Yifeng and others were worried, in the dark temple in the sky, Tai Qing was reporting the results of the battle to the sleeping Dark Emperor.
"Lord Divine Ancestor, everyone sent this time has been buried in the Fire Tribe's camp."
"All the dark warriors were thrown into the bonfire. It seems they haven't discovered our plan yet."
Taiqing lowered his head and reported respectfully, but the Dark Emperor on the throne did not open his eyes.
As the power of the bonfire in the Fire Tribe's station becomes more and more powerful, the dark power in the entire dark space is constantly shrinking.
This disguised form is equivalent to the power of the Dark Emperor, which is also constantly declining.
"Well... Taiqing, you did a good job. Please arrange the final offensive as soon as possible."
The weak voice of the Dark Emperor echoed in the temple.
The Dark Emperor himself on the throne seemed to have really fallen into a deep sleep, and his whole body even exuded bursts of death energy.
"I will obey the order of the ancestor of the gods."
Looking at the Dark Emperor who was exuding deathly aura, Tai Qing's eyes actually flashed with light.
After responding, Taiqing turned into black mist again and began to prepare to gather the last strength on the dark continent.
After this battle, Lord Divine Ancestor’s long-cherished wish will be fulfilled!
Just as Taiqing began to organize the final offensive, a group of unexpected visitors arrived outside the Fire Tribe's camp.
Everyone heard footsteps coming from the jungle, and thought it was the dark warriors attacking again.
When he was full of energy, he saw a group of panic-looking and extremely haggard Imperial people emerging from the bushes.
One after another, citizens of the empire appeared in everyone's field of vision. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of them.