Watching those defensive soul masters open their defensive shields.
Withstanding the attacks from the Min clan.
Continuously compressing the scope of activities of the sensitive clan forward.
Clan Chief Baihe became increasingly anxious.
Those are like invulnerable monsters.
Even though the people of the Min clan attacked them from all directions.
There seems to be nothing that can stop them from moving forward.
There are even some strange soul skills that can slow down time.
This completely exploited the Min clan's only speed advantage...
It seemed so weak.
Seeing the tribesmen at a disadvantage.
One by one, the tribesmen warriors continued to fall.
He knew it.
If this continues, the defense line of the Min clan will be broken sooner or later.
The leader of the Baihe clan has a burning gaze.
The key to this battle lies in the duel between the core strength of the Kongming Clan and the master of the branch hall of Wuhun Palace.
Clan Chief Baihe took a deep breath, trying to ease the fluctuations in his heart.
The soul power surges in the body, preparing for the upcoming decisive battle.
At this moment,
Elder Mo stood beside the leader of the White Crane clan.
With red eyes, he watched the tribesmen fall one by one in the battle.
His hands could not stop shaking and were clenched into fists.
The nails dug deeply into the palms of the hands, but there seemed to be no pain.
His eyes were fixed on the injured and fallen tribesmen.
“Kids, hold on! You must hold on!”
Elder Mo shouted silently in his heart.
Every word seems to be filled with endless sorrow.
When another young tribesman fell in a pool of blood.
Elder Mo couldn’t bear it any longer.
A moment.
The soul ring exploded.
The fighting spirit was released, and he rushed towards the master of the branch hall of Wuhun Hall.
The anger accumulated in Elder Mo’s heart finally burst out.
“Don’t!”
Clan Chief Baihe exclaimed, just about to stop him.
But it was too late.
Where Elder Mo originally stood, there was only an afterimage left.
Bang——
A loud noise in the sky.
The sound seemed to break through the sky and tear the entire continent apart.
The sound of the long-lasting battle on the ground was suppressed by this loud noise.
The aftermath of a burst of fighting spirit
Round after round like a storm.
It shoots out from the air to all directions.
The clouds were scattered in all directions.
The trees in the forest were also cut off by the fighting spirit.
The spirit beasts in the forest were shocked to the point of bleeding from their orifices.
Died suddenly on the spot.
The two soul masters on the ground.
They were all suffocated by this fighting spirit and stopped fighting.
Time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.
As the fighting spirit gradually dissipated.
I saw only the surroundings of the master of the branch hall.
It’s no different than before.
He still had his arms folded.
Eyes still slightly closed.
It’s like everything happened just now.
It has nothing to do with him.
Nothing more.
Not far away.
The old man in black robe who was beside the master of the branch hall.
But appeared in another sky.
That was right in the middle of the confrontation route.
One hand seemed to be holding something...
When the leader of the Baihe tribe took a closer look. He was immediately stunned.
The eyes were filled with worry.
It immediately turned into fear, it was fear——
I saw the old man in black robe holding a person's neck with one hand.
The limbs are swaying randomly in the wind like noodles.
This person is none other than——
It is Elder Mo who just rushed out!
Clan Chief Baihe felt it clearly.
Elder Mo’s aura.
In a moment.
Disintegrated into nothing!
There wasn't even a trace of the battle or Elder Mo's struggle.
The old man in black robe slowly spread his fingers.
Elder Mo fell from the air to the ground like mud.
His eyes were still open, but there was no life in them.
Like two glass beads that have lost their light, they look straight at the sky, as if they are expressing their inner unwillingness!
Clan Chief Baihe’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief and shock.
He looked at Elder Mo's body helplessly.
Slowly falling down like a kite with its string broken, that scene was like a sharp sword, piercing into his heart.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to call Elder Mo's name.
But he found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could no longer make any sound...
His breathing also began to become chaotic, and every breath was filled with deep fear.
He tried to calm down, telling himself that he had to face it and continue to fight for his people.
But.
He doesn’t dare to fight anymore!
Because he can no longer see any hope!
Elder Mo, that is such a powerful existence in the clan, has always been the solid support and symbol of strength for the clan members.
As a Contra, Elder Mo has very rich combat experience and can stand firm through countless storms.
Even as the age increases, the strength weakens.
But he is still the backbone of the clan...
But now.
It was unbelievable to him that he was defeated by the enemy in an instant.
And the branch hall master hasn’t even taken action yet.
How powerful is the enemy?
Do you and your tribe really have a chance of winning?
Is there any point in continuing to fight...
Clan Chief Baihe kept asking questions in his heart, and he seemed to be swallowed up by huge fear.
Even the entire Min clan will be swallowed up.
"Is the Min clan really going to be destroyed like this?"
This terrible thought flashed through his mind.
It made his body tremble involuntarily.
Clan Chief Baihe looked at the tribesmen who were still fighting tenaciously underground, feeling a deep sense of guilt and self-blame in his heart.
He felt like the leader of the clan.
But we are unable to protect everyone and resist this sudden disaster.
He felt it for the first time in his life.
Unprecedented despair...
Really desperate!
The enemy is so powerful that it is suffocating.
It seems that the entire clan looks to the opponent,
defeating us is as easy as knocking over a plate of sand!
at the same time.
The tribesmen are fighting.
I saw Elder Mo, whom they usually respected, falling from the sky.
Lost the breath of life.
All the people of the Min clan were heartbroken with grief.
Everyone cannot accept it either.
For every warrior.
Elder Mo is not only a powerful being, but also a spiritual pillar and role model in their hearts.
At this moment.
The eyes of the people of the Min clan are also burning with anger.
They all burst out with amazing power.
They are no longer afraid of death, no longer hesitant to shrink back.
They unite as one and fight to the last bullet for their clan!
"For Elder Mo! For the Min clan!"
A little warrior roared at the top of his lungs. The voice covered all the noise on the battlefield, like a horn of charge, encouraging Everyone in the Min clan.
The tribesmen heard it.
They followed one after another, adjusting their breathing and turning sadness and anger into powerful fighting power.
The Min clan was retreating steadily.
A counter-pressure situation begins! (End of this chapter)