Boom!
Another councilman from the Winged Alliance dragged two men in black away.
He Xiang was instantly inspired. Even if he was at his peak, it would not be easy to kill the eight traitors, let alone now that he was heavily injured. Since he was going to die anyway, why not maximize the benefits?
Thinking of this, He Xiang waved his sword and repelled the eight traitors' joint attack, then retreated.
Even though he was ready to die, he still had to consider the big picture. He was too close to the Dragon Lock Star Formation, and he was afraid that the self-destruction would affect the formation base and release the Spider God. He had to stay further away before self-destructing.
"He's trying to escape, stop him!"
He Nian and the others mistakenly thought that he was trying to escape, and were shocked. They yelled and increased the pace of their attacks.
He Xiang was a true pericelestial expert. If he wanted to escape, they might not be able to stop him.
Unexpectedly, this reminded He Xiang, and he cursed himself for being an idiot. He could have escaped if he could not win, but he had foolishly fought with them for so long.
He did not really want to escape, but he wanted to rush to He Ling's side and help her fight a way out.
He immediately let out a fierce shout and launched a storm of attacks like a mad tiger.
Taking advantage of the fact that He Nian and the others did not dare to face him head-on and kept retreating, Meng Qi let out a long howl. With a flash of his white shadow, he was already beside He Ling.
The five men in black who were attacking He Ling did not expect He Xiang to suddenly attack them, and he killed three of them with a single strike. The remaining two men in black turned around and ran, cursing He Nian and the others for being useless. Even eight of them could not stop He Xiang.
He Nian and the others were livid. They chased after He Xiang with their swords and attacked He Xiang without saying a word.
"Father!"
When He Ling saw that her father's chest was bleeding profusely and his face was frighteningly pale, she cried out with tears in her eyes. Ignoring the attacks from the others, she waved the ancient sword in her hand and madly attacked He Nian. She hated this traitor to the core and swore to kill him.
He Xiang was startled and quickly used his sword to block the attacks from the others. He sighed helplessly in his heart. The He Ling had been blinded by hatred and was not willing to listen to him at all. He had missed the best chance to escape.
Forget it, forget it. Let us both die in battle here today. But before we die, we must kill a few traitors.
Thinking of this, He Xiang calmed down. He no longer cared about suppressing his injuries. His attacks suddenly became fierce, forcing the seven traitors to retreat in a fluster.
Although He Nian's strength was on par with the Crane Spirit's, he was already guilty of betrayal. Secondly, the Crane Spirit was determined to perish together with the enemy. He did not care about his own safety at all, trading his life for the enemy's. For a time, He Nian was forced to retreat and was surrounded by perils.
"Die!"
He Ling let out a furious roar. The ancient sword in his hand suddenly left his hand and turned into a terrifying ray of light that shot toward He Nian.
He Nian was scared out of his wits. How would he dare to take it head-on? He knew that this was the ultimate move that the Crane Tribe would only use when they were fighting for their lives.
He rolled on the ground and dodged the sword. He climbed to his feet, still in a state of shock. He was overjoyed. He Ling did not have a sword in her hand. Let's see how she could jump around now.
However, he suddenly realized that He Ling's vengeful face had actually revealed a smug smile. His heart sank and he cursed inwardly. He was about to fall forward, but it was too late. He felt a sharp pain in his back and looked down in horror. He saw that a section of the cold tip of a sword had appeared in front of his chest, and blood was still dripping from it.
He Nian looked up at He Ling and shook his head in disbelief. "No, this is impossible. You've just learned the Sword Control Technique. How could you succeed?"
"I can only say that you're too untalented. Father taught you everything he knew, but you couldn't learn it. I've only learned it for a few days and I can barely succeed."
He Ling looked at him with no mockery or smugness. There was only endless sorrow and hatred. She laughed miserably and said, "To tell you the truth, I can only succeed once out of ten times. It's only a tenth of a chance, but I succeeded. Hahaha, this is probably karma. Even God thinks that you deserve to die."
He Nian's mouth was full of bitterness and despair. He sighed and was speechless. He stepped back quietly, wanting to leave the battlefield and find someone to help him. Maybe then he could save his life.
He was not like He Xiang, who was already a pericelestial expert. Even if he pulled out the sword that pierced through his heart, he would not die immediately. Once the ancient sword was pulled out, he would die immediately.
"It's too late to leave. From the moment you betrayed my father, I swore that I would kill you with my own hands."
He Ling's eyes were no longer innocent. There was only ruthlessness and coldness. "Senior Brother Nian, it's time to go!"
Puff!
The ancient sword that pierced through He Nian's heart suddenly spun as if it had a mind of its own. It crushed He Ling's heart instantly.
Thud!
He Nian fell to the ground. He died with his eyes wide open, looking at the sky. They were filled with regret and unwillingness. His eyes gradually dimmed and turned gray.
He Ling's eyes flashed with sorrow. After living together for thousands of years, He Nian's love and care for her was still vivid in her mind. How could she not be softhearted? However, He Nian had betrayed her and attacked her father. This was a sin that could not be forgiven.
"Well done, Ling 'er. Well done, hahaha …"
He Xiang laughed out loud. However, there was an unconcealable sadness in his laughter. He Nian was his disciple, and they were like father and son. However, his beloved disciple had betrayed him, his master. How could he not be heartbroken?
"Kill, kill all of you traitors."
He Ling sheathed his long sword and charged at the remaining seven traitors. Although these seven people were not as hurt as He Nian's betrayal, they were still members of the Crane Tribe. Their crime of betraying the Clan Leader was unforgivable!
"Let us join forces and kill all of these traitors today."
He Xiang saw that his daughter, who had always been innocent and adorable, had matured rapidly. Although he felt sorry for her, he was more gratified. This was the price of growing up.
The Myriad Demon Ridge was in chaos. He Ling Ruo still maintained her unchanging naive nature. There was no way she could survive in this chaotic world. Only by becoming strong could she survive.
The seven traitors looked terrified. Previously, they were only able to fight He Xiang to a stalemate when it was eight against one. Now, there were only seven of them left, and He Ling was also participating. How could they not be frightened?
In addition, the father and daughter were now fighting with their backs to the wall and were prepared to die in battle. Every move and every move was exchanging a life for a life. This caused the seven people who originally had an absolute advantage to be suppressed, falling into an absolute disadvantage.
It was not that they were too weak, but they cherished their lives too much. They did not have the courage to cut off their means of retreat. In just a moment, He Xiang seized the opportunity. Taking advantage of the moment when He Ling was suppressing the opponent, he took a blow on his left shoulder and killed another person with his sword.
He Xiang's attack succeeded. The father and daughter's fighting spirit rose. They were unstoppable like ferocious tigers coming down the mountain. The six people were forced to retreat without any ability to fight back.
Crack, crack, crack!
Just when He Xiang and his daughter had the upper hand and were about to cooperate to kill another person, a violent cracking sound came from the Dragon Lock Star Formation.
Both sides stopped fighting and left the battlefield at the same time. They looked nervously at the collapsing Dragon Lock Star Formation.
The black-clothed people were ecstatic, but the Winged Clan's patriarch's heart sank instantly.
Although the Winged Clan had a slight upper hand in some small areas, they were at a disadvantage in most of the battles. They were struggling to hold on. If the Spider God broke out of the formation now, it would be like adding snow to snow. They would no longer have any chance of winning.
Hiss!
As the starlight dimmed, the Spider God's huge body appeared proudly with a disdainful aura. The endless insect army let out a roar that sounded like a tsunami.
Thousands of insects worshiped him. The Winged Clan Alliance's faces turned pale. They were filled with despair.
"Hahaha, Spider God, quick, kill them all."
The black-clothed leader ordered in high spirits. He could not hide the joy on his face.
He thought these defeated soldiers were nothing to be afraid of, but he did not expect them to be so difficult to deal with. They even self-destructed and cooperated with each other. In just a short time, they had lost 100 elites. This made him very angry. He wanted to kill these damn people immediately.
The seven traitors of the Crane Tribe were even more delighted. They shouted, "Help us kill He Xiang and his daughter first. Once we kill them, the rest will be easy to deal with."
The black-clothed leader was a little unhappy. But after thinking about it, he felt that it made sense. He cursed them for being useless. Then, he pointed at He Xiang reluctantly and ordered, "Spider God, kill the father and daughter."
Hiss!
The Spider God moved its eight terrifying spider legs and rushed toward He Xiang and his daughter.
He Xiang's expression was solemn. He pulled He Ling, who was panicking, behind him. Just as he was about to tell her to escape, he heard a voice that sounded like a mosquito buzzing in his ears. He was slightly startled. Then, joy flashed in his eyes.
"Kill, kill them. Haha!"
"Let's see if you can still be so arrogant now."
"He Nian and He San, those two unlucky bastards. If they had held on a little longer, they wouldn't have died."
"That's their fate. They don't deserve it."
…
The seven traitors of the Crane Clan were beaming with joy, unbridled and ostentatious.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Just when they were feeling proud and defenseless, something strange happened. The Spider God's eight legs pierced through their bodies like lightning and lifted them high into the air.
The seven traitors were like skewered candied haws. Their faces were full of disbelief. They shouted desperately, "Why?"
The people of the Winged People Alliance opened their mouths in shock. They didn't know why the Spider God would suddenly change sides. The men in black were even more panicked. They didn't know why such a drastic change had happened.
"You idiots. Don't you understand that those who aren't of our race must have different intentions? Working with the black-blooded bastards is like asking a tiger for its skin. Now that they've already won, of course they have to get rid of the dissidents. "
A clear voice rang out leisurely.
Ding Ning's figure suddenly appeared beside He Xiang. He took out a bottle of pills and handed it to He Xiang, telling him to hurry up and heal. His figure flashed, and the next moment, he appeared beside the members of the Wing Clan Alliance and gave each of them a bottle of pills.
Only Heaven Grade pills were effective for God-level experts' injuries. If he hadn't obtained the Ghost Valley Wondrous Book and been collecting demon corpses on a large scale, as well as the old herbs in his Medicine Spiritual Ring, he wouldn't have been able to refine Heaven Grade pills to treat He Xiang.
Fortunately, He Xiang was a member of the Crane Tribe with a long lifespan. His blood qi and life force were unimaginably abundant. With Heaven Grade pills to treat his wounds, even if he couldn't recover immediately, he would still be able to stay alive.
If it had been any other race without enough life force, a wound that pierced through the heart would have been fatal. Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal wouldn't be able to save him.
"Ahhh, black-blooded bastards, you betrayed us, despicable and shameless."
"You bastards who burn bridges after crossing the river. I hate you!"
"You'll all die a horrible death. I won't let you off even if I become a ghost."
"I regret it so much. Black-blooded bastards, I curse you all to die."
The six traitors of the Crane Tribe cursed the Black Blood Plague Tribe in despair and regret. Everyone felt both hatred and sorrow at the same time.
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