The sounds of killing and the final roars of life could be heard. Life was splattered on the ground along with the life of the dead. Qing Mu, Chi Yan, Rui Jin, and Hou Tu, the four Altar Lords of the Blood Robe Pavilion, saw all of this with their own eyes. They were anxious and angry, and they wished that they could save more of their disciples.
But they could only see puppets launching fierce attacks towards them from all around. And from time to time, clay figurines were thrown down from the sky. They suddenly discovered that Blood Cloth Pavilion, which they were very proud of and had always been very confident in, was so weak in front of such power.
This is … our Blood Cloth Pavilion?
No! Blood Cloth Pavilion should not be like this. Blood Cloth Pavilion should never be a lamb to be slaughtered. Our Chi Yan Altar, our Rui Jin Altar, our Hou Tu Altar, these are our most powerful forces, but they are not here at this moment! If … if all of our forces were here, then how could we have fallen into such a situation?
I regret it! If they had really listened to Bi Shui's suggestion, then Blood Cloth Pavilion would not be in such a passive situation at this moment. We are still a group of proud tigers and leopards, we are definitely not such lambs!
Bi Shui had not appeared from beginning to end, and everyone knew that Bi Shui was inside Blood Cloth Pavilion. But perhaps it was because she was hurt too much? Bi Shui had not shown her figure. This … is also good! At least if all four Altar Masters of Five Elements Altar were to die here, then there would be one person who could command the overall situation, so that Blood Cloth Pavilion would not fall into the most dangerous situation.
Qing Mu was thinking like this, and other three Altar Masters were also thinking like this. Because in this situation, even if Bi Shui really appeared, she would not be able to do much. No matter how proficient she was in using whip, how could she fight against dozens of fearless puppets who were besieging her, and how could she fight against enemies who were hovering in the sky?
But Blood Cloth Pavilion had already lost a lot of people, and the number of dead and seriously injured people had already reached the level of 60%. But at this time, all the people of Akatsuki organization unexpectedly began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield.
"Quick, quick, quick! Everyone, rescue the injured people around you as soon as possible! "
When Qing Mu discovered that Akatsuki organization had begun to withdraw, he did not even think about it, and immediately began to rescue the injured. These people could not be allowed to die. These people were the young disciples of the Blood Garment Pavilion, the future hope of the Blood Garment Pavilion. They could not be buried here!
The people of Akatsuki organization gradually gathered together, and stood in a huge square formation. Deidara who was hovering in the sky and Sasori who was controlling the puppets also returned to Akatsuki's formation.
Chi Yan, Hou Tu, and Rui Jin also arrived in front of Greenwood. The four of them stood in a row. Some of the surviving disciples of the Blood Clothing Pavilion also brought some of the wounded who could still be saved behind them. From time to time, painful howls could be heard from behind them.
The contrast between both sides was very obvious. Although Akatsuki organization didn't have any excited roar, but everyone's eyes carried a kind of pride that was difficult to disperse. This is our organization, this is our strength!
The people of Blood Garment Pavilion didn't have time to pay attention to the mental appearance of Akatsuki organization's people, because almost all of them were trying their best to rescue the wounded on their side. If they hesitated for a moment, then their life might be lost. Not to mention mourning everywhere, but everyone's eyes were filled with deep sadness.
Chi Yan, Rui Jin, Hou Tu, and Qing Mu who were closely watching Akatsuki organization's formation also had gloomy expression. Akatsuki organization already occupied an extremely big advantage. As long as they were willing, after paying a very small price, the headquarters of Blood Garment Pavilion would be directly annihilated. Even if these altar masters were lucky enough to preserve their lives, but they could only run away like stray dogs. But now Akatsuki organization didn't attack, and abandoned their advantage, so naturally it was because they had a bigger scheme, wasn't it?
Suddenly a figure appeared in the sky. Behind her, there was a pair of snow-white wings. No, those wings were not composed of feathers, rather a pair of wings made of white paper.
God's emissary, Akatsuki's White Tiger Konan had arrived at the battlefield.
Konan controlled the wings behind her back to slowly descend, and stood in front of the ninjas of Akatsuki organization. Her eyes were looking straight at the four altar masters of Blood Garment Pavilion, but she was so calm, as if she was looking at ants.
"God … summoned you to our embrace."
Konan lightly opened her mouth, and her cold voice under the support of Chakra instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield.
God?
The people of Blood Garment Pavilion were very puzzled, was there really a God in this world? But the ninjas of Akatsuki organization indeed had fanatical expression, as if they were representing God and had come here to recruit the disciples of Blood Garment Pavilion. They were very proud and arrogant.
"Bullshit God! Don't you just want us to join you, and become your pawns and cannon in your hands? Although we are at a disadvantage in this battle, but we don't know if there will be another battle. We Blood Garment Pavilion are not afraid of blood staining our clothes. You want us to become a group of cowards, and become your subordinates' slaves, you are not qualified! "
Hearing the words of Konan, Scarlet Flame was the first to stand up. If not for the fact that Konan was a woman, Scarlet Flame might have already started cursing. But although these words were not so eloquent, but it was enough to motivate the disciples of Blood Garment Pavilion behind the four altar masters.
There were a lot of young people in the headquarters of Blood Garment Pavilion. Being young meant being more unyielding, and they didn't have the almost greasy sleekness of those older people. Many of them had already stood up, regardless of whether they were injured or not, regardless of whether they were about to die or not. One by one, they began to roar towards the heaven:
"That's right! Blood staining our clothes, we are not afraid. This is our Blood Garment Pavilion! "
The slightly older people beside them wanted to pull them back, but all the young people remained unmoved, instead they shouted even more loudly.
"Blood staining our clothes, we are not afraid!"
"Blood staining our clothes, we are not afraid!"
"Blood staining our clothes, we are not afraid!"
Nangong Zhe stood in the attic, and looked at the roaring youngsters of Blood Garment Pavilion with a smile.
"Blood Garment Pavilion, isn't this still Blood Garment Pavilion?"
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