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The Night Demon's brutality was not only reflected in the external battles, but also in the tyranny of their own people. One by one, the Savage Warriors were grabbed and thrown away like toys, some of them smashed into the pile of people unharmed while others fell to the ground, their muscles and bones broken.

The Night Demon was tyrannical, very fierce, and it was precisely this tyranny and brutality that made these powerful warriors admire it. They cheered loudly and howled crazily, only in this way could they express their fear for the Night Demon, and not their comrades' fear.

Even though the Savage Warriors worshipped the violence of the Night Devils, they were still unwilling to send the Night Devils to his hands, so they all avoided him. Only the Peak stood on the spot, crazily rushing forward, and seemed to be focused on killing the Black Claw. In fact, every time their feet moved, they would let the other Horde Warriors stand in front of them.

He didn't have the killing power that he had expected, only that terrible smell that made Night Demon faint. Night Demon let out an angry roar, feeling insulted. The noble him had actually been played by a little thing hiding in the middle of a wasteland.

The fully armored Night Demon charged into the middle of the barbarians like a mad beast, waving both of his arms and sending more than ten barbarian warriors flying. It was a shock wave or a smash, but it was not a grab, the power of fear and his strong arms were like giant pieces of wood smashing on the barbarians' bodies, the first thing he did was to break their bones and send them flying out with blood.

Each of the barbarians that were sent flying was like a human cannon ball, smashing into the middle of the barbarians and causing them to fall on their horses.

Pieces of land were cleared, revealing Night Demon like a mad beast that no one recognized.

The desert warriors' defensive line was broken by the Night Demon, while the rest of the Horde Warriors took the opportunity to break through the defensive line for Black Claw.

The mountain was like a fish in the water, quickly scuttling to a place a hundred meters away from the Night Demon, looking at the Night Demon and the Black Claw. At this moment, the black claw's obstruction had already been broken apart, completing his mission.

The shadow that the black claw gave him was too heavy, making him not have the courage to be hostile towards it. Even if he had the gun in his hand, he did not believe it, although he had chosen, who could guarantee that the bullets that had expired for who knows how many years would not be tricked?

There was no apparatus here that could analyze the essence of the wood elementals. He didn't know what use it had, and he didn't know whether it was used for external or internal purposes.

However, there was one thing he knew. When this thing came into contact with air, it would produce a pungent smell. No one would be able to endure it at the first moment of contact, which was why he risked his life.

Black Claw's crisis came from the cooperation of Fangfang and the others. As long as Black Claw was willing, he could abandon his followers and escape. Everything would be done according to the plan of the peak, and luck and patience couldn't be lacking.

Therefore, at this moment, Feng Feiyun was trying to squeeze towards the opening of the Fangs. He wanted to take this opportunity to save the Fanged Fang. Regardless of the fact that the Fanged Fang had abandoned him earlier, he still didn't want to die in front of his eyes.

The chaos created by the Night Demon was still growing, and there was no Night Demon that could stop it from going crazy. At the peak of the mountain, there were only Chi Ya and the rest of the fourteen people left, and all of them were wounded to begin with. To be able to survive until now, aside from the help of the Black Claw, they also had the determination to die.

The situation was clear now, the people of the Black Claw Tribe had completely failed. No matter how many of the Wasteland Warriors had died, they had failed strategically, and there was no way to salvage the situation. It was already a miracle that only fifty of the thousand warriors who had left the tribe at that time would be able to escape.

His left hand was like lightning as he grabbed the neck of the barbarian soldier who was blocking the way in front of him. He looked into the empty dark wilderness and couldn't help but be slightly startled. His left hand suddenly tightened as the barbarian soldier's spine cracked continuously like popcorn, his stiff body was as soft as noodles.

"Black Claw, we're alive, let's run …" Half of Black Claw's face was hung up by a mace nailed with animal teeth, leaving only bloody muscles and eyes without eyelids. He looked at Black Claw and gave a knowing smile, but his muscles twitched in pain.

"Brick, I will return the things that Three Claws took from you tenfold, do you dare to fight back with me?" Black Claw raised his clawed right hand and pointed at the frenzied Night Demon. His blood-red eyes didn't have the joy or fear of breaking out of the encirclement, only an even denser madness.

"Dare, as long as you bring us …" At this moment, he felt no pain on his body. He was as excited as when he became a warrior of the tribe. He was a warrior who had fought a bloody battle after all.

"We also dare …" The remaining seven tribesmen, Fanged, and the remaining nine tribesmen rushed out. They did not cheer, but stood in front of Hei Shou.

"I saw Big Claw, Second Claw, Three Claw …" Black Claw frowned. He opened his mouth but was unable to say anything.

"The Three Claws told us to come here, he taught us to pretend to be an uncultivated person. Others might not know, but he must be inside …" All of a sudden, the Barren Warrior that was charging towards them had his fangs knocked away, and he turned around to cut a nearby Barbarian at both ends. He then ripped off his bloody human skin mask, revealing a huge bald man.

"Hahaha!" "Fine, let's go back. We haven't lost yet …" Black Claw laughed out loud. With a loud roar, he turned around and charged back into the crowd of Savage Warriors.

Black Claw was like a bulldozer, unleashing his amazing combat power and creating an opening in the defenses of the desert warriors in front of them. The eighteen warriors behind him expanded the opening, forming a sharp triangle, and rushed towards the violent Night Demon.

For others, failure was settled, but for him, it was not.

The Protector's fight had never stopped until the end. Now that it had reached this point, if it were to turn around and run away, even if it could return to the tribe, the Black Claw Tribe would be a delicacy that anyone could covet. So, he had to win.

Life and death, wealth, women, descendants were all not important. They only fought for the sake of the battle, and in their eyes, there was only the back of Black Claw. For the future of the tribe, they spilled the last drop of their blood.

The peak was jumping around in the crowd, what was this? All his efforts were wasted? Did they get water in their heads? Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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