Chapter 257: Elegy (Ten Thousand Words to Seek Determination)

In the Bagua space, Diwu Xuan rubbed his head with a painful expression. He was woken up after only three days of coma and felt dizzy.

"This... is so big?"

The voice of the deer came. He looked at the huge Bagua space in surprise, full of disbelief.

"It's okay. Can you be worshipped in this space?"

Diwu Xuan asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, but I need to worship you before I can worship me. You are my wise master."

The wise master does not mean the wise master, but the owner of the wise totem.

Diwu Xuan nodded as if he understood. This kind of thing still needs to be done once before the specific effect can be known.

"Buzz..."

The Bagua space vibrated slightly, and the mist dissipated and shot towards the north.

"What's going on?"

The deer asked in surprise.

"The art of divine attack is the way I descend, but the price this time is a bit high."

Thinking of the battle with the chief, Diwu Xuan inevitably became depressed, and felt that his headache became more serious.

"You can use my power."

The stag suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

Diwu Xuan raised his head in confusion.

The stag twisted his neck and suddenly ran in the space. The first two steps were normal. At the third step, his speed suddenly increased, and he rushed forward violently for a distance before stopping.

"My ability, charge."

The stag stopped, and his totem fire was released in the Bagua space. The fire carried such power.

Diwu Xuan did not speak. He felt the stag's totem fire and made sure that he could control and mobilize it.

"It's amazing."

Diwu Xuan exclaimed, and then began to sense the tribesmen who prayed to him for power.

These people all came from the northern battlefield. They needed to use the magic strike to borrow power to fight the enemy. Under normal circumstances, the Fifth Xuan rarely actively sensed their power, but just let the power in the Bagua space respond automatically.

This would reduce a lot of trouble for him, but this time he tried to sense that power, and when someone used the magic strike, he actively mobilized the power of the stag to give it to the past.

Unlike the black and white totem power of the Fifth Xuan, the power of the stag is colorful, and it is very obvious when his power flies out of the eight-dimensional space.

This power flew quickly to the north, constantly consuming and shrinking along the way, and when it arrived at the battlefield, it had become much smaller.

But even so, it has one twentieth of the power of this totem warrior.

When this force entered the warrior's body, an irresistible impulse to attack grew from his heart.

"Ah."

The warrior suddenly roared and rushed forward. He was a spearman, and the stone spear in his hand was sharp.

"Puff..."

The sharp spear, combined with his sudden forward charge, actually penetrated the bodies of the two enemies directly, causing him to pause in surprise, and he couldn't help but be a little dazed.

"Bang."

A muffled sound interrupted his surprise. It was the sixth generation leader who helped him withstand the attack at the critical moment.

The warrior had already rushed out of the battle formation and arrived at the place where the two leaders were fighting.

"Focus."

The sixth leader roared, but he was also a little surprised in his heart, because the ability launched by this warrior was very similar to the one used by the enemy just now.

"The Divine Strike can charge."

The warrior did not answer the sixth leader's words, but roared to remind his companions who could use the Divine Strike, and then tried the Divine Strike again.

"Bomb..."

The huge explosive force made him rush in the opposite direction, piercing an enemy again and knocking down another enemy. The people of the Fire Tribe naturally would not give up the opportunity created by their comrades, and directly stabbed the fallen enemy to death. The

Fire Tribe warrior who had just launched the charge now felt that his legs were weak and the power of the totem was exhausted in the two explosions. He knelt on the ground powerlessly.

"Bang."

A warrior from the Ice Bear tribe smashed his head directly without any mercy.

"God's Strike."

Another warrior used God's Strike, this time it was a shield soldier, the shield in his hand was very strong, after using God's Strike he rushed out of the team, and bumped into two warriors from the Ice Bear tribe along the way.

He did not use God's Strike again, fearing that he would not have enough time to recover, and his body would be weak and fall into the enemy camp and be killed directly, so he just turned around cautiously and tried to harvest the enemy's body.

All the warriors who could use God's Strike were trying to charge, and the sudden change caused great casualties to the Ice Bear tribe.

At this time, the sixth generation leader ignored the injuries on his body, vomiting blood from time to time but still fighting to the death with the son of the Ice Bear tribe leader.

The totem stone in the enemy's hand turned into an ordinary big stone, while the turtle shell in his hand still contained the power of aquamarine, which gave him the upper hand.

"Bang."

The sixth-generation leader took the opportunity to collide with the enemy in close combat, and the aquamarine power burst out from the turtle shell, directly knocking down the huge son of the Ice Bear Tribe leader.

"Puff."

The stone knife in his right hand was inserted into the enemy's waist, and the sixth-generation leader did not hold back at all.

"Chief."

A warrior from the Ice Bear Tribe screamed and rushed over. The sixth-generation leader turned around and continued to fight with him using the advantage of the turtle shell.

The balance of victory began to tilt towards the Fire Tribe, and the warriors of the Fire Tribe became more and more courageous.

The death of the war leader and the appearance of the fire totem inspired them and made them burst out with strong fighting spirit.

The warriors of the Ice Bear Tribe frequently spewed out cold breath. Whenever this happened, the warriors who could use the magic strike would risk their lives and charge sideways to knock them down or kill them.

There were not many warriors who could use the magic strike, but there were many warriors who dared to die. This was a battle of life and death, and no one had the right to retreat.

Yes, the warriors of the Fire Tribe had long realized that warriors had no right to retreat.

The warriors of the Ice Bear Tribe resisted stubbornly, but their momentum was getting weaker and weaker, and the death toll was increasing.

The sixth generation leader was even more brutal, ruthlessly killing every visible enemy. The son of the Ice Bear Tribe leader, who was originally his enemy, had already fallen in a pool of blood. He was stabbed several times by the sixth generation leader.

All the spectators stared at the battlefield. There were originally more than a thousand people on the battlefield, but now only more than a hundred were still standing.

Among these more than a hundred people, there were more people standing from the Fire Tribe.

Slowly, all the warriors of the Ice Bear Tribe fell to the ground, and in the end, only less than twenty people from the Fire Tribe were able to stand up.

Among these twenty people, none of them could use the magic strike.

All those who could use the magic strike died in the desperate process.

"Except their leader, don't spare any one, kill them all."

The sixth generation leader coughed up blood, but insisted on checking the bodies of every enemy, and stabbed every enemy who was still breathing.

The howling north wind started blowing at some point, as if it was singing a sad song for the battlefield.