Chapter 101 The ten chiefs burn their souls to sacrifice!
Countless Huangsha warriors thought they were having illusions and kept rubbing their eyes.
Unfortunately, no matter how they kneaded it, the bridge remained broken.
At this time, on other holy bridges, the generals of the Huangsha tribe who were leading their armies forward also saw the holy bridge being shattered.
They were all shocked!
Now, there are hundreds of thousands of troops on each holy bridge, and it can be said that they are unable to advance or retreat.
"Damn it, I can't care less, let's all charge the bridge!"
"Raise the five-colored sand to signal for help!"
"The other party may have a great sage-level expert!"
“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”
Five huge streaks of five-colored dust flew into the sky and gradually expanded and spread.
Huge balls of five-colored sand float for thousands of miles.
This five-colored sand distress signal is the highest level distress signal in the Yellow Sand Clan’s army.
Under normal circumstances, even if all 20 million Huangsha tribe warriors of this main force were killed, they would not be qualified to send out a distress signal of this level.
It can only be used when encountering an emergency that may have a significant impact on the Huangsha tribe.
Seeing the appearance of five-colored dust, the original ten people had already scattered over a million miles.
Those sub-saint chiefs who fought against millions of fairy mountain demon kings.
He immediately gave up the opponent in front of him, and without looking back, he quickly returned to the camp.
An extremely intense feeling of uneasiness arose in their hearts.
I don’t know what happened that caused the camp to send out the highest level distress signal!
When they finally got rid of the entanglement of the demon kings and rushed to the holy bridge.
Suddenly I felt dizzy, as if the sky was falling down.
"The Holy...Holy Bridge is broken!"
Chief Mansha was suspended in the air, and the two devil blood moon swords in his hands were trembling slightly.
The Holy Bridge was destroyed and poorly guarded, this is a serious crime leading to the extermination of the entire clan!
All the people in their tribe will be captured and put on the altar to be sacrificed to the desert gods as a token of their sins!
The other chiefs who rushed back all had the same frightened expressions.
"How is that possible? Even a great sage-level warrior above the sixth level can't directly blow up the Saint Bridge!"
“Could it be a human deity, or a god-level expert?”
"It's simply despicable. They attacked while the Pharaoh was conquering other worlds in time and space!"
They cursed loudly, but did not dare to attack the young man who was floating above the exploded holy bridge.
Zong Shen tilted his head and smiled at them from a distance.
Then, the gaze of the phantom above my head turned to another holy bridge next to it.
Zong Shen took a light step, and his figure moved instantly, arriving at another holy bridge.
Another punch, blasted down!
The crisp sound like the collapse of the sky rang out again.
This holy bridge was also shattered!
Hundreds of thousands of Huangsha soldiers and generals on the bridge fell down screaming.
This huge rift valley is extremely strange and no one knows what laws it holds.
Those whose cultivation level is lower than the eighteenth level of the Dharma Realm cannot fly above at all.
There seemed to be an attractive force hidden in the endless black light below.
…
“Ah! Ah!”
“You deserve to die!”
The ten chiefs were devastated by what they saw. The destruction of the sacred bridge was even more painful than killing them.
The corners of the eyes of both heads of Chief Mansha were cracked, his face was covered in blood, and he looked as hideous as a ghost.
Suddenly, it seemed to have made some kind of decision and roared loudly.
"Everyone, the Holy Bridge is of great importance to our clan. We cannot let him destroy it any further."
"Now, what if we escape?"
"Such a great sin is enough for all of our tribes to be sacrificed and buried with us!"
"This man is extremely terrifying. Even if the remaining ten Saint-level chiefs can rush back, they are no match for him!"
"We can no longer wait and see. We must immediately sacrifice everything we have to summon the Cursed God of the Amenla Rift to come and kill him. We must preserve the remaining Holy Bridges. Only then will our tribal bloodline have a chance to survive!"
There was a determination of death in its words!
No one could have imagined that they could easily defeat the opponent.
But unexpectedly, a person appeared, whose cultivation level was at least that of a sixth-level great sage.
However, there is one thing that is very strange.
No matter what kind of detecting magic power is used, when the spiritual sense scans the other party, it can only sense the breath of the 28th level of the Dharma Realm.
The other chiefs struggled for a while, then gritted their teeth and the ten chiefs formed a circle.
Afterwards, they started the soul burning sacrifice technique together.
"Great and mysterious God of Curse, I wish to use my own flesh and blood to water the great Amen-La Rift Valley, and I wish my own soul to become a part of your divine power!"
"Your people beg you to bring down your will and wipe out the great enemy of the Yellow Sand Tribe!"
The ten chiefs knelt in the air with focused expressions.
The body gradually became thinner and more vague.
It was as if I was absorbed into some unfathomable mysterious space.
Behind them, ten sub-saint level demon kings arrived and surrounded them, looking at their reactions with some surprise.
All magical powers and magic weapons have lost their effect on them.
It's as if they no longer exist in this world.
All the attacks passed through his body.
"this…"
"What's going on?"
All the demon kings stopped attacking and looked at Zong Shen.
"Spirit Master, these Yellow Sand Tribe..."
Zong Shen did not continue to destroy the Holy Bridge.
Instead, he looked calmly at the ten fading figures of the Yellow Sand Clan.
An unsettling aura was emanating from the space where they disappeared.
Even Zong Shen now felt the pressure from that aura.
"You, lead all the monsters away from here immediately, and let Wudi and the others hold up the defense!"
Zong Shen gave an order.
Each of these demon kings was a very perceptive being and had already sensed that something was amiss.
When they heard Zong Shen's order, they ran faster than each other.
Below, one hundred thousand great monsters were still fighting with the Yellow Sand Tribe.
As Zong Shen destroyed the two holy bridges, the Huangsha tribe army on the other side of the river dared not send any more reinforcements and all retreated.
There were no more reinforcements.
In addition, the Black Turtle Armor and the Nine-Ring Breaking Edge Sword that Zong Shen bestowed on the Monster Army were truly too powerful.
Although the monster army is not superior in numbers, each of them has a cultivation level of above the thirteenth level of the Dharma Realm.
On the other hand, the elite soldiers of the Huangsha tribe are nothing more than martial artists and entry-level practitioners at the Transcendent Realm.
With the powerful sword energy of Dongfang Pofeng, one sword can kill hundreds of elite soldiers.
The black tortoise armor protects the body. No opponent can break through the defense unless the opponent is two levels higher than the enemy. All attacks are ignored.
Even if they occasionally encounter a powerful battle formation, the monsters can attack in groups.
A massacre followed.
The millions of Yellow Sand Clan troops on this side of the rift were almost all killed or wounded.
Only a few generals or commanders with high cultivation levels were still struggling to resist.
Unfortunately, facing the siege of so many powerful monsters, his fall was only a matter of time!
(End of this chapter)
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