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The tribesmen and servants pushed their spears away or were nailed by them. More and more people rushed out of the gaping hole, and like stagnant water, the warriors of the Black Claw Tribe broke the gap like a slanting flood. When the peak finally broke through the gap, the formation of spears behind them was already in chaos.

At this moment, the Cave Tooth Ah Da looked at the peak and shouted, "Let's run! If we can run, then it's one …"

This was the only way for the tribe's warriors to survive. No one thought of turning around and killing their way out. Since they had failed, they would not leave anything behind. They would leave a bit of the tribe's vitality.

"Even if we can't escape, we must burn their food so that they can accompany us in death …" Gao Feng used an even simpler reason to convince these brainless people that without water, they wouldn't be able to survive. But without food, the barbarians wouldn't be able to survive either.

Leaving the warriors fighting at the back, Feng Ji's group of more than 100 people marched into the darkness, and Feng Ji wouldn't tell them that he guessed that the force of the tribe was already empty. If the tribe had enough force, they wouldn't fire firebombs and use the barbarians to hold back the Black Claw Tribe.

This was the only weakness of the tribe, but it was caught by the peak. Although the peak could be understood in an instant, it would not be easy for these brutes with lower intelligence than muscle to understand it, so he needed an excuse.

More than a hundred people were retreating from the battlefield. In the wilderness where there were no flares or radar, the Wasteland people had lost their target. They were not in a hurry, instead, they were focusing on killing the Horde Warriors at the back.

The peak led more than 100 small troops to circle around a huge arc and attack from behind the base of the barbarians. The barbarians were attracted by the unprecedented victory, and the rear was extremely empty. After those fences were demolished, countless tents were lit on fire, illuminating the entire night sky.

They killed all the creatures they could see, whether they were two-legged or four-legged, and the only ones left in the tribe were the chenu and the woman. Amidst the slaughter of more than a hundred people, they were all crazily running away, escaping in only one direction, in the hottest part of the fight.

However, just as they were about to catch up, he shouted that he wanted to burn everything down. Under his control, the entire tribe's people were driven out of the camp and rushed into the fighting crowd in front of them, looking for the warriors who could protect them.

Just like the first fireball attack on the morale of the Black Claw Tribe, these panicking people dealt the same heavy blow to the barbarian tribe. The barbarians who were fighting on the streets didn't know what had happened to the tribe, but when they turned around, they saw several tents being lit on fire and thousands of horned, sharp and continuous troops rushing out. Even those clumsy and huge Earth Lizards had rushed out of the tribe and ran towards them.

The whole battlefield had turned into a mess, and the beasts that were running around randomly were the most precious wealth of the barbarians, but they could only watch as they ran away in the dark. Many of the barbarian warriors even gave up on the fight, wanting to catch up with these precious livestock, those women and Chenu were like headless flies, crashing around the battlefield.

Both the Horde Warriors and the Wasteland Warriors were entangled with each other as they battled. There were two or three, three or five, or one Horde Warrior versus three or five Wasteland Warriors, or more than ten Horde Warriors encircling and killing seven or eight Wasteland Warriors. In short, the advantage and pressure of the battle formation before could no longer be seen.

This wave of warriors who believed they would die captured the tribe with zero casualties. It made them feel as if they were in a dream, but Feng Zhiling lashed out with his lance at those guys and shouted loudly, "Throw out the fireballs! Throw out all the fireballs!"

No one understood his thoughts, the warriors in front were entangled with the barbarians, so if he were to throw them out, it might land on his head, but he didn't need them to think, they continued to beat him with their muscles: "If you want to win, throw it out, if you want to win …"

"Victory!" Just now, they had even given up on the idea of going back alive. Let alone winning, even dying together was a gift from the heavens. But now, the peak had said to them, 'Win?'

"Help me! Root, buck tooth, crooked mouth, come here!" Gou Ya was the first to react. If Feng Feiyun could survive the sandstorm with him, then he would be a very capable person. If Feng Feiyun said he could win, then he would definitely win. What was there to think so much about? Under his orders, the servants who had grown up learning battle skills were the first to get busy as they clumsily picked up these items.

"Help me, what are you waiting for? Don't you want to go back alive?" Compared to winning this illusory thing, coming back alive ignited the flames in everyone's heart. Whether it was the tribe warriors or their slaves, being able to return alive was their biggest obsession at the moment.

It was a bit difficult for the hundred plus people to operate the ten throwing machines, but they all used their full strength to put down the throwing sticks one by one to tighten them. Then, they ignited fireballs one after another and shot them out.

Under the manipulation of this group of non-professionals, none of the fireballs that were released was normal. At least half of the fireballs were smashed into the darkness beside the battlefield, illuminating more and more of the darkness and causing the entire battlefield to become even more chaotic.

The number of lice that the Horde Warriors received was not too much, nor was there any need to worry about their debts. However, to the Wasteland Race, the lack of weapons that they could use was a great blow to their morale. They had to fight against the Wasteland Warriors, in order to pull both sides to the same level of combat prowess.

The messy fireballs had an amazing effect, causing the opposing warriors to curse incessantly in their hearts. Just a moment ago, they were still falling towards the barbarians, but in the next moment, they were falling towards them like warriors from the tribe. In order to avoid the fireballs, the warriors from both sides bumped into each other, and when they were dodging the fireballs, they were even working together.

On the battlefield, there were countless walking slaves and women. They were jumping around like flustered rabbits, but when they met the tribal warriors, they were easily chopped off. When they met the barbarians, they had to hesitate for a moment, and then they rushed away to their own warriors, letting the tribal warriors chase after them without end.

At the very center of the battlefield, fireballs streaked across the night sky and landed nearby to ignite the blazing flames, but the two people in the middle didn't move at all, they were indeed Black Claw and Night Demon. At the very beginning, Night Demon stared at Black Claw with ridiculing and ridiculing eyes, wanting to use the situation to break apart the defense in Black Claw's heart, so he could easily deal with his opponent.

Black Claw was like a lion standing in front of a brown bear, his cold eyes still holding a strong killing intent. As long as Night Demon moved, he would launch his strongest attack, just like what the peak had imagined. Black Claw wished that the frequency of the fireballs would be higher, the amount of fireballs falling would be higher, and no matter what, he finally stopped in his tracks, no longer being suppressed by the Night Demon.

Surrender or die? You've been betrayed, and even if you go back, the Black Claw Tribe will not exist ….

The Night Demon was strong and cold, it had the hobby of appreciating other people's pain, but it wasn't pure. If it could be solved with words, then it wouldn't take any risks.

"I know I was betrayed, but …" After saying that, he turned his head to look at the burning tribe and continued, "I am Black Claw, as long as I am here, it is the tribe. The woman is gone, I can steal your woman, the child is gone, I can live with your woman …"

"Ah, you're courting death …" Night Demon was angered to the point that his soul left his body. With an angry roar, layers of black cuticle emerged from his skin, instantly covering his entire body, just like a vicious beast in human form covered in crocodile skin. Only his two scarlet eyes and his large yellow teeth were still exposed.

"The one who died was you." It was almost half the size of him, and it pierced through the sand below him, lifting up a bathtub sized amount of sand and stones, and then smashed towards the Night Demon.

The dust and sand that was violently blown up splashed at the place where the Night Demon was stomping his feet. The Night Demon was like a cannonball that instantly accelerated towards Black Claw, and with a single punch, it shattered that huge piece of sand into pieces. The scattered sand and stone instantly engulfed him, and without waiting for him to rush out, a breeze blew, causing the Night Demon to suddenly raise its arm to block its eyes.

"Creak …" The huge claws grabbed the Night Demon's arm and sent layers of skin flying. Then, with a tug, the ghostly black claws instantly closed in and a kick flew towards the Night Demon's chin.

Night Demon was an Protector, so he naturally had the means and experience of an Protector. Without waiting for that kick to come close to him, he suddenly swung his arm to throw the black claw, and then fiercely swung it down to the ground. At the same time, he raised his foot to trample it to death.

The black claw lightly landed seven or eight meters away, and because of the inertia, it continued to take three steps back before stopping. Although he saw that the timing was too early and released in time, the power of the Night Demon was still too great, making him feel at a disadvantage.

"You can't hurt me, I can kill you …" The Night Demon let out a complacent roar, and pounced like a Tyrannosaurus Rex towards the black claw. The black claw's expression became cold and serious, and its body flickered, as if a shadow had circled around the Night Demon's body, and pierced towards the Night Demon's ear.

"Scram, flies …" The Nightmare's heel stopped, his seemingly clumsy body nimbly turned around, and he lowered his head to slam into the claw. With a clatter, the claw broke a claw blade, and with the aid of this tremendous impact, the claw flew backwards like a piece of paper, but his face showed how much the broken claw blade had affected him.

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