Chapter 168 The end of Haotian Sect, death is already doomed.
The defeat of the joint army is a foregone conclusion. On the battlefield, the iron cavalry of the Wuhun Hall swept by like a strong wind, completely defeating the remaining resistance.
The Tiandou Empire, the Xingluo Empire and the coalition forces of various major forces have long lost their fighting spirit under the powerful offensive of the Wuhun Hall and fled in all directions.
On the battlefield, the sound of howling, horse hooves, and weapon collisions intertwined, like a miserable symphony that kept echoing between heaven and earth.
However,
The victory of this war did not make Pope Qian Renxue in the Spirit Hall relax at all.
She stood on a high place, looking down at the battlefield coldly, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.
She knew that if these enemies were allowed to escape, they would definitely regroup and make a comeback. "Be kind to the enemy means cruel to yourself." Qian Renxue's voice was cold and firm, echoing on the battlefield.
She waved her hand and ordered, and the army of the Wuhun Hall surged out like a tide and launched a ruthless pursuit.
Kill without any quasi-killing!
Lan's figure shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost. His eyes quickly swept across the fleeing enemies and finally locked on the people of Haotian Sect.
At this moment, Haotian Sect has long lost its former majesty. The disciples and elders of the sect were all in a mess and ran away with their heads in their arms. Where can they still have the momentum of the title Douluo?
"All the children of Haotian Sect, evacuate quickly!"
Tang Xiao's voice was hoarse and rapid, and his eyes were covered with blood.
His heart was filled with pain and regret.
Grandpa Tang Chen has been killed in battle, and the situation of Haotian Sect is over.
Before coming, they were determined to destroy the Wuhun Hall and avenge Tang Hao, Tang Yuehua and Tang San, but the reality was so cruel.
Not to mention taking revenge, I don’t even have the chance to collect my grandfather’s body.
Tang Xiao's heart was as painful as a knife, but he knew that now was not the time to indulge in sadness.
He must lead the remaining tribe members to escape from this battlefield, otherwise the Haotian Sect will be completely destroyed and the Haotian Hammer Martial Soul will disappear from the world from now on.
If so,
He Tang Xiao will become the eternal sinner of Haotian Sect and have no face to face the ancestors and ancestors.
Just as Tang Xiao was about to fight to the death to fight against the army of the Wuhun Hall to win a glimmer of life for the tribesmen, a figure suddenly blocked their escape.
Lan walked slowly, his expression as indifferent as ice, and the deep sea fins hung beside him, emitting a heart-pounding chill.
The cold breath seemed to freeze everything, and even the air solidified.
The five elders of Haotian Sect felt this breath and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
Faced with Lan, they didn't even have the courage to summon martial souls.
Lan's existence was like an insurmountable mountain that pushed them into breath.
Tang Xiao slowly clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and walked towards Lan.
His eyes were heavy and firm, his voice was hoarse but with a hint of pleading: "Lan, I, Tang Xiao, are all the things I do to you."
"My tribe members are innocent... If you have anything, come to me."
Lan's eyes were still cold, without any fluctuations.
He slowly raised his hand, and the deep sea fins trembled slightly beside him, as if responding to his master's will.
He didn't say anything, but the invisible sense of oppression made Tang Xiao feel suffocated. "Innocent?"
Lan's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss.
"In this war, no one is innocent."
"Since your Haotian Sect has chosen to be the enemy of me, they have to bear the corresponding consequences." Tang Xiao's face turned pale in an instant. He knew that Lan would not let them go easily.
But he still refused to give up and gritted his teeth and said, "Lan, if you insist on killing everything, I, Tang Xiao, will fight you to the death today!"
A trace of coldness flashed in Lan's eyes, and the deep sea fins hanging beside him suddenly turned towards Tang Xiao, bringing up a bitter cold wind.
His voice pierced into Tang Xiao's heart like an ice blade, cold and ruthless: "You are defeated by the death? You are not qualified yet."
Lan's eyes were as dark as the abyss, as if they could swallow all the light.
His voice was low and cold, with an irresistible sense of oppression: "The moment you attacked the little devil..."
"The end of death is already destined."
Before the words were finished,
The fins of the deep sea had already cut through the air, bringing out a cold arc, like the sickle of the god of death, quickly passing through the members of the Haotian Sect.
Every time the cold light flashes, it will take away the lives of dozens of Haotian clan members.
Whether it is the Soul Sect, the Soul Saint, or the elders of the titled Douluo level who were once high, they all seem so fragile and so vulnerable in front of the deep sea fins.
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"Sect Master, save us!"
"I don't want to die yet!"
"Save me..."
The screams of the Haotian clan members resounded one after another, resounding throughout the world.
They fled around, struggling desperately, trying to escape from this realm of death.
However, no matter how they run away or resist, they cannot escape the pursuit of the deep sea fins.
The cold light was like the chains of death, entangling them tightly, ruthlessly reaping life.
The bright red blood scattered like rain, dyeing the sky red and soaking a large area of land.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was suffocating.
Tang Xiao stood there, watching the tribesmen fall down one by one, hot blood splattering on his face and sliding down his cheeks.
His brain was blank and his expression was stiff, as if he was completely defeated by this cruel reality.
The pungent smell of blood made his breathing heavy, and tears seemed to surging in his eyes, but they could not fall.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails embedded deep in his palms, and blood dripped down his fingers, but he felt no pain.
His heart seemed to be torn apart, pain, regret, anger... all kinds of emotions were intertwined, almost completely swallowing him.
In just under a few breaths, the screams around gradually disappeared, and replaced by dead silence.
All the clan members of the Haotian Sect, including the five elders of the title Douluo level, had already fallen into a pool of blood.
Their bodies were lying on the ground in a row, and the blood stained the earth red, like a Shura field.
Tang Xiao stood there, his eyes dumbfounded at everything in front of him.
His tribesmen, his sect, everything about him... completely collapsed at this moment.
His heart was filled with endless regret and pain, but all of this was irreversible.
Lan's figure slowly approached, and the deep sea fins trembled slightly beside him, as if announcing the end of victory.
His eyes were still cold, without any fluctuations, as if all this was just taken for granted. "This is your ending."
Lan's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.
(This chapter ends)