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Warriors who knew how to discipline and cooperate had more than doubled their combat power when they entered the battlefield. They were soldiers who had seen blood before, and even if their combat power was weaker than the Horde Warriors, their group's combat power was equal to double the enemy's.

The formation of a battle formation was terrifying. With a peak as the sharpest blade, it was a large saber that could split rocks.

After Feng Zhiling and his men rushed into the crowd, the warriors who were chasing after the women and children and Chenu were like snow that had met boiling water. After Feng Zhiling and his men rushed into the crowd, the warriors who were chasing the women and the children and Chenu were like snow that had met boiling water.

'The fastest way to destroy the enemy is to destroy their psychological defenses. This was something that Chu Feng had always kept in mind. He didn't know who had said it, but it was true.

There were already dozens of warriors of the tribe gathered there. There were also a few scattered warriors of the tribe gathering over there. Once they joined forces, it was unlikely they would be eaten by the peak.

If it was the previous peak, he would rather retreat than to bite off more of this hard rock. If he wanted to eliminate these people, his subordinates would definitely lose a lot of manpower, but after coming over to the killing fields of the tribe, Feng Jian was sensitive to the discovery that the situation of the new battlefield and the battlefield in his memory were two completely different things. There was no depth here, no support fire.

The enemy did not wait and watch; on the contrary, they were more irritable. Just fifty-one people were enough to make them fall, and the warriors of the Wild Wolf Tribe were more than willing to face such a glorious victory. Therefore, they also took the initiative to attack.

Both sides were like a group of wild cattle that were sprinting away. They howled as they charged towards the opposite direction while attacking with all their might. The two small teams were barely a hundred people in total, but they were able to break out of the encirclement of thousands of soldiers and horses.

He knew that if the warriors of the Wild Wolf Tribe were to gather together, there would definitely be someone who would have the highest prestige, or at least make others respect him. In other words, as long as he was killed, the opportunity for victory would be grasped.

Even if they ran, it would not be easy to distinguish them in the distance. The weapons in their hands were a mess and complicated, it was impossible to find the leader quickly. Compared to the Death God's scimitar, the length and style of the Fangs Blade was much more ferocious, so naturally, the peak was filtered by the opponent.

With his sharp eyes locked on the middle of the group, there was a warrior who looked the most scarred and the oldest. The only difference between him and the warrior was that he wore a necklace with a geese horn around his neck. The fact that he could use the precious horn as an ornament meant that he was a rich man.

This rich man wore a set of fine leather armour, which embedded itself into his chest, chest, chest and waist, blocking all the vital parts of his body. The fanged knife in his hand was the newest one, and in the eyes of the barbarians who had never seen anything, this fellow was the fat and oily type.

After all, he was already a little old and did not have a lot of strength. Moreover, as an elder, he did not need to fight his way to the front line, so at this moment, his heart was also feeling uneasy.

At the moment, there were sixty warriors from the tribes in his team, and there were only fifty-one attackers. Their numbers were higher than his opponent's, but they still made him feel uneasy. He felt like he was being stared at by a venomous snake.

First Elder Jacob followed the principle of safety first. He tried his best to appear as ordinary as possible, but he forgot that the seductive leather armor made him look like a big white goose among chickens. It was so distinct and eye-catching.

The collision happened in an instant. The first batch of enemies suffered heavy casualties. They were either cut in half by the Fangs Blade or pierced by the spear. The spear grabbed their abdomen and fell to the ground.

In the next moment, shields after shields were pushed up against the warriors of the tribe, forming a wall. The warriors of the tribe were blocked on the outside of the wall, and they rained down spears on their opponents, smashing into the crowd while screaming miserably. Blood sprayed out from their short necks and onto their faces, being blown by the hot wind.

The scimitar in Feng Feiyun's hand had cut off four weapons consecutively, but it was blocked by a black steel bar. The warrior with the steel screw was muscular and had a huge body, but his strength was far greater than that of his companions.

It landed in the hands of an ordinary person, perhaps it could be swung a few times, but in the hands of this guy, it was as easy as a whip. The peak of the spiral steel rod continuously blocked the incoming iron rods, but he felt that the muscles in his arms were about to split, and he had already lost consciousness.

The screams, the sounds of fighting and the clashing of weapons were like howls urging the mountain peak. However, the elder Jacob who he was about to kill was hiding behind this muscular warrior. He was unable to break through, causing the mountain to feel anxious.

If he couldn't break through, it would only get worse and worse, and at that time, he would have to face the problem of having to retreat. As for the first stage of retreat, the morale of his servants would definitely fall to the bottom, and when that time came, he would be defeated, so he couldn't lose.

With a loud shout, Feng Feiyun suddenly leaned back to let the iron rod sweep past his face. His already tight right foot was like a whip as it fiercely kicked the armpit of his arm, which was rubbing the tip of his nose, to the point where the brawny man couldn't hold the iron rod anymore and was sent flying.

Under the blade of the scimitar, the strong man stretched out his wrist in an attempt to block it. On his wrist, the scattered corners of the scimitar drew an abstract pattern, which was his last card.

The next moment, the horn and wrist split open evenly. Before the pain on the man's face could swell up, before the shock could reach the ugly expression on his face, another Death God's scimitar swept across his neck, and in the next moment, all the movements of the man stopped.

Seeing that iron rod, which was slightly famous in the tribe, flying back and forth, Elder Jacob wanted to change his direction. However, the moment he moved, a shadow flashed in front of the stiff guy and chopped off his head with a blade.

If elder Jacob truly wanted to fight, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state. This was because he wanted to find a safe place and didn't put his mind into the battlefield. This caused him to be caught off guard.

The flying head was pierced by a sharp scimitar, while the head of the Great Elder, who was holding onto death's head, let out a flaunting roar. In the midst of the roar, the entire battlefield became sluggish, and the next moment, in the midst of the scream, the burly man whose neck had been cut off by Feng Feiyun, fell down, instantly losing the Great Elder and the strongest warrior of the tribe, while the remaining warrior didn't know how to fight anymore.

The mountain peak, which had shaken off their heads, brandished its bloody blade and rushed towards the remaining warriors of the tribe. After the warriors subconsciously raised their sabers and split them into two, the mental defenses of the Earth Sage Tribe's warriors were penetrated. In their hearts, the mountain peak that could kill powerful warriors and Elder Jacob was their most powerful enemy.

One by one, the warriors of the tribe turned around and ran down the mountain. The warriors of the tribe who were running over to them also ran away.

The servants were completely immersed in their own battle. Their sudden victory left them in shock and disbelief. Then, they cheered and wanted to rush down to chase, but were stopped by the mountain peak …

The scattered corpses piled up in the small area, standing in the middle of a mountain, looking up at the dark sky. The night was about to come, and the battle during the day could only end here.

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