A ball of power appeared in Baidi's palm and hit the river clam, but was hit back. The ball of power hit his chest directly, but fortunately he dodged it quickly.

Song Jinqiao's eyes showed a look of surprise: "What's going on? Why doesn't it work?"

Ji Han, Yan Mo and Cangye also launched power groups, but the results were the same as Bai Di's.

[Let those orcs of the tribe try.]

Song Jinqiao quickly called over a male and asked him to release a ball of power like Baidi, but the power was strangely absorbed by the river clam.

"What's going on?" Song Jinqiao frowned.

The system was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I thought Lord Beast God didn't know what was happening here, but I didn't expect he had already set up this situation."

"What do you mean?" Song Jinqiao was puzzled.

[These orcs must have been prepared by the Beast God, who wanted their lives sacrificed.]

[I was wondering, the Rachel civilization was thousands of years old, so why do the Rachel people still have descendants? Actually, their mission is to offer sacrifices.]

[They cannot escape death. They should have died tens of thousands of years ago. They survived until now because of the clams' sacrifice. If they do not sacrifice their own strength now, they will eventually be killed by Mata Hari.]

So, although it is said that they are voluntarily contributing their strength, it is actually a multiple-choice question. There is no choice. It is just death. It depends on whether they are willing to sacrifice themselves or drag others to die with them.

[You are not involved in this game, so the power of Baidi and the others is useless. I guess the power of these orcs should be just right.]

[Host, in order to survive, you must persuade those orcs to sacrifice their strength.]

Song Jinqiao stood there stiffly, pursed his lips, moved his mouth, but no sound came out.

[You can’t speak, right?]

The system understood that although these orcs were bound to die, the host could not get over that hurdle in her heart. She always remembered that Yutian died for her, not to mention the lives of so many orcs now.

It sighed, turned into a cloud of mist and drifted into the ears of the old wizard.

"Old Siwu..."

The old wizard was concentrating on supplying power to the river clams when a voice suddenly appeared in his ears, which scared him greatly.

"Who!" His expression turned stern.

The system said, "I am the messenger of the Beast God. If we want to fight against that black river clam, the strength of only two males is not enough. You are all orcs chosen by the Beast God. Only your Rachel tribe can provide power. If you want to fight, you must persuade the orcs of your tribe to contribute their strength."

The old wizard was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually became sharp: "Why should I believe you!"

Song Jinqiao suddenly clenched his palms, looked at the old witch, and said with complicated eyes: "It is right, we are not within the range of the Beast God this time, so the power of my partners is not enough, only the power of you Rachel people can do it."

The old wizard looked at her with sharp eyes. After a while, his eyes softened and he sighed, "Well, there's no escaping this time."

Cao Ya, who sat up on the ground, was already dying. The old witch handed him the river clam, took a step forward, and scanned all the orcs with a serious and sharp gaze.

"Everyone, perhaps the fate of our tribe has come to an end..."

So the orcs were stunned for a moment.

"I originally thought I could change our fate of crawling forward like ants throughout our lives, but I found that I was powerless."