The Barbarians could not hold on for long. In just one day, the Barbarians could not withstand the Demon Race's bombardment and retreated helplessly. It could not be said that the Barbarians were weak, nor could it be said that the warriors of the Barbarians were not strong. It was just that … no matter how strong they were, they could only stay where they were and bitterly defend their position. It would probably be difficult to defend against the bombardment from all directions …
Man Gan's face darkened. Looking at the heavy casualties of the Barbarians, he helplessly waved his left hand that only had four fingers and ordered a retreat. The Demon Race was also very cooperative. When the Demon Race was ready to break out, they very politely opened up a path for the Barbarians to retreat smoothly …
However …
After the Demon Race occupied the position, they just rested for a night and were only happy for a night. The next day, Man Gan led his team again, but it seemed that his team had shrunk a lot. There were only about ten thousand people, but these ten thousand people were all tall and mighty. They were extremely fierce, and they were led by the few Barbarian Emperors of the Barbarian Race.
"Charge!"
Man Gan roared, and a gentle yellow light bloomed from his body. The other Barbarian Emperors also flashed with yellow light at the same time. More than ten thousand people were divided into several groups and followed Man Gan and the Barbarian Emperors. They sped up crazily and rushed straight towards the main force of the Demon Race like a battering ram.
"Bang!" "Ah!" "Eh!"
The Barbarian Race's strong defense, led by the invincible Barbarian Emperors, was like a huge battering ram that ran over the main force of the Demon Race, leaving behind demon corpses that were trampled beyond recognition.
The Demon Race was helpless against the Barbarian Race's brutal attack. In a short period of time, their high-level warriors did not have the time to harm a large number of Barbarian soldiers. And low-level warriors could not break through the elite team formed by Man Gan at all. After a few rounds of attacks, the Barbarian Race lost one to two thousand huge corpses, while the low-level Demon Race soldiers were either dead or injured. At least ten to twenty thousand died. In comparison, the casualties were one to ten.
Seeing that Man Gan waved his hand again and was about to attack again, the Demon Royal of the Fox Clan had no choice but to give the order to retreat. If they continued to attack, the low-level soldiers of the Demon Clan would all be trampled to death. They had no choice but to retreat for the time being. And when the Barbarian Race and the other Demon Race retreated, the ordinary Barbarians behind them hurriedly followed and entered the Death God's position.
…
"It's too tragic! This Death God Formation is worthy of its name. It's simply a meat grinder. In just two days, tens of thousands of Demon Race and Barbarian Race have died … "
Ye Qinghan looked at the triangular formation on the left, his emotions complicated. It was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene. Although he had killed a lot of people at the foot of Duanren Peak, he didn't have such a strong visual experience. Looking at those ordinary Demon Clan and Barbarian Clan soldiers, one by one, under the saber and under the impact of the energy, they became cold corpses on the ground. Then, after the war ended, they were gathered together and cremated. In the end, they turned into dust that was blown by the wind and scattered around the Blood Plains. The blood-red triangle in the middle became redder and redder because of the blood of tens of thousands of people. It was like the bright red smear of his sister, Ye Qingyu, on the white wall of the Ye Family's courtyard. It was so shocking.
There were only Feng Zi and Hua Zhi at the side. Yue Qingcheng and Ye Qingwu couldn't stand the tragic scene, so they hid in the tent in the middle of the camp.
"There's a Prefecture Battle every thirty years. Every thirty years, a generation will grow up and learn martial arts. Then, they will rush here. In the end, most of them will spill their blood here and become the nutrients for the Blood Grass on the Blood Plains. This seems to be a reincarnation, an endless reincarnation …" Hua Zhi stood at the side quietly. Her eyes were a little blurry, a little sad.
Feng Zi also touched her nose and said embarrassedly, "The bigger the battle, the greater the hatred. The more hatred, the more we have to fight. This is also a reincarnation. This is the fate of the Fire Dragon Continent."
Ye Qinghan sighed softly and looked up at the sky. He seemed to be looking for the giant hand in the sky that controlled the fate of the Fire Dragon Continent. However, the sky was gloomy, and the wind was neither light nor light …
The massacre was still going on. People were still dying. The Monster Race and the Barbarian Race became braver and fiercer as they killed. The more they killed, the redder their eyes became. They seemed to have turned into two bloodthirsty beasts. They bit each other, not caring about their own injuries. They tried to defeat the other party in the end, even if they only had one soldier left.
There were no eternal friends or enemies in the world. There were only eternal interests. The Monster Race and the Barbarian Race, who were allies not long ago, suddenly became mortal enemies. They even went crazy.
Four days! Only four days.
The Monster Race and the Barbarian Race actually attacked each other six times. More than half of them were killed or injured. Almost a hundred thousand heroic souls were left on the Blood Plains. The whole Blood Plains was filled with a strong smell of blood. It seemed that the sky and the earth couldn't be seen, and only blood could be seen …
…
The last day of the great battle was approaching. The sky above the Blood Plains seemed to be especially gloomy. The wind started to blow …
"Kill!"
Man Gan's big bald head was no longer bright. His eyes were bloodshot. After several days of continuous battles, not only did his allies make him feel tired, but it also made him extremely excited. It seemed that the more he killed, the more he wanted to kill. It seemed that the pleasure of killing was even better and more exciting than fooling around with the Barbarian girls. Although he subconsciously thought that the Barbarian Race had left many of his people on the Blood Plains. But when he saw the Death God's position, which had not dried up yet, his mind was filled with only killing and killing!
"It's the last day. Kill all these Monster Race people in front of me, then I can return to the Barbarian Race in glory and receive the warm welcome of my father and my people. I can wait for countless Barbarian girls to show their flowers and virginity. Kill, let the storm come more fiercely!"
Man Gan directly gave the order to attack. He wanted to take the position at all costs, until … everyone died.
The Fox Demon Queen looked at the aggressive Barbarian Race and smiled disdainfully. She also gave the order to defend to the death. Her charming peach blossom eyes gradually became fiery. Recently, she didn't know what she was doing, but her mind always had a hint of restlessness to kill people. It seemed that killing people … could make her feel more refreshed than seducing the inexperienced youths in her race and enjoying the first time in their lives. And since this feeling was so wonderful, then let this wonderful time last a little longer …
"Kill …"
"Kill …"
Crazy, crazy, they've all gone crazy!
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