My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

He looked up at the sky with a slightly dazed and heavy look.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the beams of the house and look into the vast Wanren Mountains.

Although the words were soft, everyone present had such high cultivation and sharp hearing that they could naturally hear them clearly.

In one sentence, he expressed the thoughts of everyone present.

Everyone is thinking about this question.

Can they achieve ultimate victory in the war against the Golden-winged Red Eagle Clan?

The eight families have stood in the Southern Wilderness for tens of thousands of years, and all of them have extraordinary foundations. If they were to combine their foundations, they would be able to fight against the Golden-Winged Red Eagle Clan.

But it is really difficult to come to a conclusion about who will win or lose.

Everyone was completely unsure.

Seeing that everyone's morale had reached its lowest point, Zhao Feng said in a deep voice, "Everyone, a real man has his ways and his ways."

"I don't know whether we will win or lose this battle, but I know that if we don't stand up, the entire Southern Wilderness will be finished!"

"It seems we have a choice, but whether for public or private reasons, the situation won't allow us to retreat even a single step!"

These words made everyone a little dazed.

Yes!

They seem to have some choices, but in fact, they have no way out.

At this time, the only thing we can do is fight to the death.

Let us gather the strength of all families to protect our rivers and mountains and guard our homeland.

Next, everyone began to arrange the defense line in front of the formation.

Everyone had prepared for the worst.

The leaders of the eight top forces have gathered together, so it is naturally impossible that only the eight of them will go.

Along with the eight people came the elite from eight top forces.

Just as everyone finished their discussion and prepared to deploy their defenses.

A figure came roaring from the distant sky.

This is the messenger of the Sword Saint Sect and also the chief spy whom Zhao Feng left behind to monitor the movements of the Golden Winged Red Eagle Clan.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Report!"

"Master, the Golden-Winged Red Eagle Clan has made unusual movements. The entire Golden-Winged Red Eagle Clan army has withdrawn from the Wanren Mountains."

"Judging from the direction they were heading, it seemed they were planning to go home."

When these words were spoken, Zhao Feng and the other seven people were all stunned.

"What tricks are the Golden-winged Red Eagle Clan playing now?"

The Zhou family's ancestor was puzzled, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Zhao Feng looked into the distance, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "The Golden-Winged Red Eagle Tribe has come here with such a large force, it's absolutely impossible for them to retreat like this for no reason."

"Perhaps he is trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

"By having the entire clan retreat, you can confuse us and make us lower our guard."

"So that I can take advantage of the opportunity to kill me and catch me off guard."

"We must not be fooled by such tricks."

"Everything on the defense line remains as usual. Everyone, please mobilize all forces as much as possible during this period."

"I have a feeling that the Southern Wasteland may be facing an extremely difficult and arduous battle next!"

When this was said, everyone felt it made sense.

They were somewhat familiar with the temperament of the Golden-Winged Red Eagle Clan, who would not give up until they achieved their goal. Trying to deceive them with such tricks was underestimating them.

……

This sudden news did not make everyone relax their vigilance at all. Instead, they felt even more solemn.

To them, this was, to some extent, a sign that the Golden-winged Red Eagle Clan was preparing to take action.

They must be prepared in advance.

Everyone left with heavy hearts.

They must take advantage of this period of time to contact all the forces they can and increase their chances of winning this battle against the demon clan.

As everyone retreated one after another, Zhao Feng was the only one left in the hall.

He walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back, looked at the setting sun in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh!

The entire Southern Wilderness is likely to erupt in a battle of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

I don’t know how many people will die in this battle.

Just as he was thinking about what other forces he could contact to join the anti-monster alliance.

A servant came hurriedly to report: "Master, the young master is back!"

Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows as he said this, a trace of anger flashing across his face: "That evil boy, he disappeared for over ten years, what is he doing here at this time?"