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The scales formed on his wrist formed a shield that looked like a carapace. The next moment, it was embedded in the scimitar. The force of the scimitar was not small and its sharpness was enough. However, it was not at the peak of death.

If it was the terrifying god of death's saber, even the earth brace wouldn't be able to block it. However, Feng Feiyun's blade could only barely cut through the scales, and it couldn't even injure Feng Feiyun's skin, it was firmly stuck in place.

Another vicious slash came down, a little deeper than the previous one, but it still did not cut through, the floor was still as round as before, he was injured, he who had never been hurt before was hurt, the pain on his arm triggered his raging nerves, he opened his mouth wide and let out the loudest roar in his life …

With the addition of the Protector, ordinary people would not be able to withstand a single blow, and he would definitely be able to easily take care of his own people. The other option was the Peak of Rescue, which was only half a step away from the top, and other than the element of luck, the Peak was like a baby that had just stabilized itself and challenged an adult. The baby's fingernails might be able to scratch an adult, but they couldn't kill an adult.

The two sides collided again. In the eyes of the Black Claw, the peak flew out like a kite with its string cut. The ground was like a wild beast, and it rushed out again, chasing after the peak.

"Kill …" When he opened his eyes once again, he turned his gaze and charged towards the battlefield where countless shouts were coming from. No matter how great the possibility was, he could not give up on scheming against the Black Claw Tribe's tribe, so he would use his son to exchange for them.

Ignoring the effects of his lifespan, Black Claw was like a gale and rushed into the heavily guarded Earth Scourge Tribe. Ignoring the effects of the loss of life, he suddenly waved his hand and gathered his power into his claws, like a giant dragon formed by the shadows.

In the eyes of the crowd, it was like magic. Before anyone came into contact with each other, dozens of people were dismembered, causing the rest of the warriors to unconsciously slow down. At the same time, the warriors behind Black Claw started cheering like ducks out of the river, rushing towards the tribe's camp.

"Kill …" "Leave no one alive." At the same time, Black Claw shook off the brain and eyeballs on the claw. He waved his claw again, and a fangs knife stuck in front of him. His left fist ferociously smashed into the nose of the brave warrior, and with a loud bang, the latter's head exploded like a watermelon.

The Horde Warriors were driven mad by the splatter of fresh blood. They waved their weapons and rushed into the crowd like a pack of mad dogs. With the cry of the women and children and the flustered running of Servant Qi, they killed those Earth Shaman Warriors with weapons.

They didn't stay in the same place for too long. After killing the enemy, they would drive away their former neighbors or neighbors to break up the line of defense of the armadillo people, just like they had done in the desert.

Some warriors drew out burning sticks and waved them in the crowd. No matter if they hit the enemy or their own people, the sparks would always make people panic. Under these measures, the warriors of the Black Claw Tribe pushed forward quickly in the chaos.

Only the man who holds the weapon will be torn apart by his claws. Unknowingly, Black Claw was recognized, the greater chaos had come, the Protector is the soul of the tribe, the Protector is dead, the tribe will also die, everyone can only become someone else's slave and give up all hope.

However, the appearance of Black Claw had successfully ignited the tribe's dead spirits. The clan warriors and their servants, who had already despaired, suddenly burst with courage. They no longer ran in a panic, but threw themselves at the ground warriors beside them.

Facing these armed warriors, many of them were killed as soon as they moved, but these warriors could kill one person, but they couldn't kill a group of people. These crazy men pounced on them with bared teeth, and even if their chests were pierced, they would still fall to the ground. When the first warrior fell, the rest of the warriors also fell to the ground.

Those women were like headless flies that flew around everywhere. If it was a man, they could still be cut down, but these women were the foundation of the strength of the Earth Tribesmen, and without any time to react, they would be knocked over by the man hiding behind the woman. Countless pairs of big feet stepped on them, and even a Ninja Turtle would be trampled into a pancake.

He had already guessed the source of the chaos below. Besides the two hundred warriors from Black Claw's tribe, no one else had expected to meet them here.

There was no resentment, no unwillingness, only gratification in his heart because Black Claw had made the most correct choice at the most appropriate time. There was no life or death on the battlefield, only victory, only the joy of fulfilling a set goal, this kind of thought was carved into his mind.

Even though he was facing the Protector of the Earth, one of the most powerful humans in the wilderness, he didn't have any complicated thoughts. He wanted to die on the battlefield like a true warrior, at the hands of the strongest enemy.

The mountain peak was like a sweet fruit, just within reach of his hands, but he didn't take off his armoured ground. He also saw the change in the camp and saw the countless people running around the bonfire.

He did not know how many attackers there were, but he felt that the entire camp was filled with enemies. That tall and sturdy man with lion hair had an irresistible killing power with every move he made, no one could block a single turn. Any small group that they formed on their own would be smashed into smithereens by Black Claw at the first possible moment.

Looking down at the finally defeated warrior, the soldier clutched his head and let out a roar of regret.

"So I'm not the bait, you're the bait. Someone like you actually appeared in the wilderness …" Under her shame and anger, she pointed at the peak of the mountain and cursed. She looked so angry that she wanted to tear it into two with her hands. However, there was a sense of admiration in her heart. It was a praise for her equal opponent.

He never thought that strength can represent everything, especially after he saw those natural Jia Luo's which far exceeds the Protector, he knew that he will never become the strongest, so he focused on being forgotten by the Wilderness people as a commander. Through his sharper perception, he used other ways to show his power.

Up till now, Feng Feng Feng was the only one who was more intelligent than him. He believed that Feng Feng Ji was always showing the weak side of the enemy, and even in the most difficult times, he didn't reveal his trump card.

Although his vital points had not been penetrated, the injuries on his body had almost reached the point where his bones were trembling. Speaking of which, ever since he had left for the war, he had never really recovered, and had been wounded time and time again, which had also affected his combat strength. Although his rate of improvement could be considered as his speed of improvement, it was still not enough in front of the increasingly powerful enemies.

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