The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

As the saying goes, "where there is pressure, there is motivation." This saying is fully reflected in this fierce battle.

The mutant monsters of the Songbai tribe continued to emerge, but under the desperate strangulation of the elites of the five major tribes, they fell one after another. However, this brutal battle was not without cost, and the elites of the five major tribes also suffered heavy casualties.

Although the Bluebell Tribe tried their best to treat the wounded, some unfortunate warriors still died from such serious injuries.

You know, the Bellflower Tribe has always been famous for its alchemy and medical skills, but even so, they cannot truly bring the dead back to life and snatch back life from the hands of the King of Hell.

As the battle gradually entered a white-hot stage, its brutality was shocking. But as the saying goes, adversity can inspire people's potential. In such a desperate situation, the elites of the five major tribes who had been honing their skills as heavenly war wizards for a long time began to successfully break through to the level of primary great wizards one after another.

However, the death toll of heaven-level war wizards continued to increase.

Mu Xiaoxiao and Mu Yu didn't even have time to catch their breath, and hurriedly took the blood-replenishing and recovery pills handed to them by the Bellflower Tribe and swallowed them. Without hesitation, they turned around and rushed towards the bloody battlefield again.

Just as Mu Yu was about to charge, he was stopped by Feng Jingyan. It turned out that he had been seriously injured in the battle before, especially the shoulder blade pierced by Hei Yiyi's sword, the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

Feng Jingyan hurriedly cleaned his wound, quickly applied medicine powder, and then bandaged it carefully. After some emergency treatment, he confirmed that Mu Yu was not seriously injured, and then allowed him to return to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

The elixirs produced by the Bellflower Tribe are still very effective.

On the other side of the battlefield, Hui Zhijia had already successfully joined up with his powerful contracted demon beast, the armored rhinoceros. There seemed to be an innate tacit understanding between the man and the rhinoceros, and their cooperation was seamless.

Hui Zhijia was seen holding an enormous mace. Every time he swung it, there was a whistling sound, and his momentum was as powerful as an overwhelming tidal wave.

At the same time, the armored rhinoceros is like a mobile fortress on the battlefield. It is covered in hard and heavy armor, and its four hooves run wildly like an earthquake, shaking the earth. From time to time, it lowers its head and hits the enemy with its rhinoceros horn, not to mention slicing the opponent's belly and making the opponent's intestines burst, which is definitely enough to make the enemy drink a pot.

The two responded to each other and worked closely together, bravely chasing after Black Eleven who was fleeing in front of them. They didn't give Black Eleven even the slightest chance to breathe, biting him tightly and pressing him step by step.

Hui Zhijia's attack method is to release his powerful strength without reservation. The huge mace flies up and down in his hand, sometimes sweeping away thousands of troops, sometimes splitting Mount Hua. Coupled with the charge and collision of the armored rhinoceros beside him, it is really unstoppable, like an indestructible steel tank.

Hui Zhijia seized an opportunity and hit Hei Shiyi's left shoulder with a stick; his contracted monster cooperated tacitly and inserted the rhino horn directly into Hei Shiyi's belly.

However, surprisingly, Black Eleven seemed to be completely unaware of these fierce attacks and did not even feel the slightest pain.

Although his abdomen had been severely punctured and blood was flowing, it seemed that his intestines were still slightly exposed. His left arm hung at his side, obviously broken.

However, Black Eleven seemed to have no feeling at all and continued to charge forward regardless, completely giving up any form of defense.

Hui Zhijia's scalp tingled as he watched, but he relied on his experience in hunting monsters and focused on attacking Hei Shiyi's right hand.

Hei Shiyi did not dodge or evade, but attacked Hui Zhijia fiercely with the sword in his right hand. It seemed that he had only one goal, which was to kill Hui Zhijia, and never give up!

At the same time, Hui Mengmeng was seen wearing a light blue long skirt, with a graceful figure, standing opposite Hei Shisan with a red tasseled spear in her hand.

On her shoulder, a white fox with a snow-white body and a cute face was lying quietly. This fox was Hui Mengmeng's contracted monster. At this moment, its smart eyes were staring at the front, flashing a cunning light.

On the other side, Gray Grape also had a serious expression, holding a 1.5-meter-long sword with a cold glow. Above his head, hovered a huge and majestic golden-crowned goshawk. The wings of the golden-crowned goshawk were several feet long, and the golden feather crown on its head was even more dazzling.

The moment Hei Shisan made his move, Hui Mengmeng and Hui Pu Tao launched their attacks at the same time. They pounced towards Hei Shisan in tacit understanding.

The Jade-faced Fox also interfered flexibly from time to time. Don't be fooled by its weak appearance, but once it starts to fight, it is very decisive.

Taking advantage of the gap created by the attacks of Hui Mengmeng and Hui Pu Tao, the jade-faced white fox leaped up quickly like a white lightning, making a crisp cry, and rushed towards Hei Shisan with astonishing speed, stretching out its claws that seemed slender but actually contained murderous intent and scratched him fiercely.

The sharp claws were like blades, easily leaving deep claw marks on Black Thirteen's body. Blood immediately stained Black Thirteen's clothes red...

Whenever Hei Shisan was about to perform a powerful move, the Golden-crowned Goshawk would always attack from the air at the perfect time, using its sharp claws or hard beak to interfere with his movements and disrupt his fighting rhythm.

For example, the golden-crowned goshawk would circle and swoop down from the sky, pecking at Black Shisan's eyes with its hard beak to disrupt Black Shisan's attack; or it would swing its sharp claws to grab Black Shisan's head...

It has to be said that the assistance of the Golden-crowned Goshawk and the Jade-faced White Fox did cause Black Shisan quite a bit of trouble, making it impossible for Black Shisan to fully unleash his ultimate move.

However, apart from avoiding fatal attacks, Hei Shisan did not dodge or evade other attacks. He was only focused on killing Hui Mengmeng and Hui Putao.

For a moment, shouts of killing and roars of beasts rose and fell, interweaving into a thrilling movement that resounded throughout the battlefield. The two sides fought back and forth, and the fight was indisputable.

Gui Qiangye and Wu Yefeng exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding in an instant. They flashed and approached Hei Shiwu quickly like ghosts.

The long sword in Gui Qiangye's hand flashed with cold light. He swung the sword with fierce momentum. Every sword strike made a sound of breaking wind and pierced Hei Shiwu's vital points.

Wu Yefeng held a dagger in his hand and flexibly moved between Hei Shiwu's attacks. The dagger was as tricky as a poisonous snake, constantly looking for Hei Shiwu's flaws.

When two swords join together, their power is doubled.

Gui Qiangye's long sword and Wu Yefeng's short sword echoed each other, the sword shadows intertwined, forming an impenetrable sword net, trapping Hei Shiwu tightly inside.

Black Fifteen struggled desperately, trying to break through the sword net. They were both at the level of a primary Great Wizard, so there was no doubt that two against one would win.

Hei Shiwu used all his skills and his punches were as ferocious as a storm, but Gui Qiangye and Wu Yefeng cooperated perfectly. Their sword moves complemented each other, making Hei Shiwu's attacks ineffective.

In the fierce battle, Gui Qiangye and Wu Yefeng's breathing became increasingly rapid, but their eyes became more determined. They knew very well that the Black Fifteen must be annihilated.

Finally, Wu Yefeng discovered Hei Shiwu's weakness. He thrust out a sword and aimed it at Hei Shiwu's throat. Hei Shiwu raised his mouth corners strangely, slightly moved away from his throat, and then risked his arm injury to stab Wu Yefeng's heart with a sword.

The two were too close. It was too late for Wu Yefeng to dodge. Seeing this, Gui Qiangye quickly chopped down with his sword, breaking Hei Shiwu's sword in the middle.

Wu Yefeng took advantage of the situation and swung his sword upwards, cutting off half of Hei Shiwu's head at an angle.

What was horrifying was that Hei Shiwu, who only had half a head left, actually raised the half-broken dagger in his hand and stabbed it into Wu Yefeng's heart.

Fortunately, Wu Yefeng was experienced in combat, and he did not let down his guard even after cutting off half of Hei Shiwu's head with one sword. He turned around at the critical moment and avoided the fatal heart area.

Gui Qiangye was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He only had time to kick Wu Yefeng away, leaving Hei Shiwu empty-handed. Without bothering to look at Wu Yefeng's situation, Gui Qiangye chopped off the last half of Hei Shiwu's head with a sword.

Still feeling unsafe, Gui Qiangye stabbed Hei Shiwu's heart with another sword.

At the moment when Gui Qiangye drew out his sword, the headless corpse of Hei Shiwu was still struggling, as if he was determined to kill Gui Qiangye or Wu Yefeng. Seeing this, Gui Qiangye was horrified, and he chopped off Hei Shiwu's arms and legs with a few sharp strikes, then jumped away from Hei Shiwu and observed from a distance.

After a cup of tea, Gui Qiangye confirmed that Hei Shiwu would not jump up and hurt anyone again, and then he ran to see Wu Yefeng who was kicked away by him.

Ah!

Wu Yefeng was still lying on the ground. He had just been kicked by Gui Qiangye and hadn't recovered for a long time.

Gui Qiangye looked at Wu Yefeng who was lying on the ground and coughing, and felt a little guilty. Just now, the situation was urgent, and he had no choice but to kick Wu Yefeng away. Otherwise, the half of Hei Shiwu's short sword would have pierced Wu Yefeng's heart. However, it seemed that he used too much force in a hurry. I hope he didn't kick Wu Yefeng to death.

At this moment, the fierce battle finally came to an end.

Gui Qiangye collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, and then sat down next to Wu Yefeng without caring about his image.

After this thrilling life-and-death fight, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and he was too lazy to even move a finger.

Wu Yefeng on the side was not in much better condition. He also looked exhausted, with his eyes slightly closed and breathing heavily.

Not only Gui Qiangye and Wu Yefeng were in such a miserable state, but the other elites from various races around them who had survived the brutal battle also collapsed to the ground and began to take the time to rest and recover their strength.

No matter whether they were from the same tribe, or the warriors from the Green Snake Tribe, Guilin Tribe, or Grey Crane Tribe, they were all sitting on the ground at this time, and everyone's face was filled with fatigue and weakness.

There is no way, the people of Songbai Tribe and Yaojin Tribe are too weird, and have completely exceeded the scope of normal people. It's okay when fighting, it's either you die or I live, and I don't have too much energy to think about it.

Now that I have relaxed and reflected on this battle, it is really terrifying.

The alchemists of the Bellflower Tribe, dressed in white robes, were busy working in an orderly manner under the guidance of Feng Jingyan and Feng Yuzheng.

Some gently wiped and cleaned the wounds of the wounded, some skillfully opened the medicine box, took out various precious herbs, carefully treated the wounds of the wounded, and applied special-effect wound powder, and some skillfully bandaged the wounds with clean gauze...

Without any hesitation, the injured warriors took the pills handed over by the alchemist - the recovery pills and blood-replenishing pills that exuded a strong medicinal aroma. They put the pills into their mouths without hesitation, then closed their eyes, adjusted their breathing quietly, and guided the medicinal power to flow through their bodies to speed up the healing of their injuries.

Looking around, the entire battlefield presented a miserable and desolate scene.

When you just enter the Yuehan Bamboo Forest, the twinkling fireflies are as beautiful as the twinkling stars in the night sky. They dance lightly among the emerald green and deep Yuehan Bamboo Forest, forming a dreamlike beauty.

However, all of this no longer exists. The Moon-cold Bamboo Forest has been ruthlessly destroyed and turned into a mess. The Moon-cold Bamboo trees are leaning to the ground, and some are even broken in half. The broken branches and leaves are scattered all over the ground, as if they are crying out for the suffering they have suffered.

The green and grassy land should be full of vitality and vigor, but at this moment it has not been spared and has become devastated.

The ground was crisscrossed with gullies and holes of varying depths, as if it had been scratched by the sharp claws of a huge monster, which was shocking.

Fireflies, which already have a short lifespan, were accidentally killed, and a thick layer of fireflies formed on the ground...

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The strong smell seemed to have condensed into substance and drilled straight into people's nasal cavities, making people feel nauseous.

And those heavenly war wizards from various tribes who had managed to survive the battle were in a miserable condition at this time.

They were all covered in blood, their clothes had long been tattered and turned into strips of cloth hanging on their bodies, some were even missing arms and legs, sitting, lying, or unconscious in silence...

Sweat and blood mixed together, constantly sliding down their foreheads, dripping drop by drop onto the land beneath their feet that had already been stained red with blood, splashing tiny blood flowers.

Although they finally won the victory after an arduous battle, there was no joy on their faces at this moment.

On the contrary, everyone's eyes revealed deep sadness and pain.

Because in this extremely brutal battle, too many close partners who once fought side by side and lived together day and night left this world forever, turning into cold corpses lying on the battlefield.

These lost lives might have just been chatting and laughing with them, looking forward to a better future together; or just now, they might have joined hands with them to fight against the enemy's attack...

But now, they can no longer respond to the calls of their companions and can only lie there quietly, becoming a pain in their hearts that will never be erased!