After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

As the cultivators of the Ink Land were all horrified, Qin Chuan's voice echoed in the air.

"I am the totem ancestor of the Golden Crow tribe, and the Barbarian Stone tribe wants to destroy my Golden Crow tribe."

I have come to Motu today only for the Barbarian Stone Tribe, and I will slaughter the entire Barbarian Stone Tribe!

The clone of Ancestor Yuwen has been killed by Qin.

"All tribes of the Ink Land, who dares to block my path? Qinghai is merciless; its influence will surely spread throughout the Ink Land!"

As soon as Qin Chuan's voice rang out, a deafening roar immediately echoed from Qinghai outside the Mo Gate.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of ghosts roared in and rushed into the Ink Land.

Qin Chuan's voice echoed, and the seven giants from Qinghai strode forward, causing the earth to rumble.

And the howling of hundreds of thousands of ghosts, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

All of this elicited gasps from tens of thousands of people.

In that instant, not a single one of the tens of thousands of cultivators on the Mo Sect made a move to stop them.

They... were simply unstoppable.

Whether it's the seven Qinghai giants, the hundreds of thousands of ghosts, or the Xuanzun beast.

Or perhaps, at this very moment, outside the Mo Gate, the Qinghai Lake roars and roars.

These... are far beyond their ability to shake.

In particular, Qin Chuan mentioned that Yuwen Ancestor's clone had been killed.

This event immediately transformed into a thunderous roar, echoing in everyone's hearts and minds.

But many more... do not believe this.

However, at this moment, Qin Chuan is someone they cannot stop.

These tens of thousands of people did not hesitate to immediately spread the news to their respective tribes.

As for how to proceed, that depends on the choices of each tribe.

But what alarmed these people was that their voice transmissions were sent back to the tribe.

Without exception, all the tribes of Motu immediately issued orders.

People from all tribes are strictly prohibited from participating in the conflict between the Golden Crow Tribe and the Barbarian Stone Tribe…

Qin Chuan encountered no obstacles on his journey.

All the tribes in the land of Motu avoided it.

As a result, seven giants from Qinghai strode across the land with great force.

Hundreds of thousands of ghosts howled and filled the sky.

Furthermore, Qin Chuan's Blood Qilin exuded an aura of profound power wherever it went.

On this day, the name Qin Chuan caused a sensation throughout the entire Mo Tu.

Almost as soon as Qin Chuan stepped into the Ink Land and, following the directions given by Wu Shan and the others, rushed towards the area where the Golden Crow tribe was located.

Outside the Golden Crow tribe, the war continues.

The departure of the Black Dragon Clan took with them thirty percent of the original strength of the Golden Dragon Clan.

This caused the Golden Crow tribe's strength to decline considerably.

The war has lasted for more than half a month.

The protests are still ongoing, with almost all of the more than 50,000 members of the Jinwu tribe mobilized.

The massive demon horde clashed, and A'da and the other totem saints, seemingly tireless, descended into madness.

The Barbarian Stone Tribe mobilized almost its entire force, exceeding 100,000 cultivators.

They were accompanied by a large horde of demons, and their totem ancestor.

In this war between the two tribes, both sides suffered heavy casualties every day.

The Golden Crow tribe was no match for them, but the vines and thorns kept the mission that Qin Chuan had given them.

Surrounding the Golden Crow tribe, thorns and brambles spread, thwarting the Savage Stone tribe's killing intent time and again.

Blood spread across the land.

The great war between the two tribes had already reached a fever pitch.

The roar of battle often echoed, and the sounds of fighting were deafening.

The Blood Demon Sect's formations are also a reason why the Golden Crow Tribe has been able to hold out in this war until now.

And then there's Xiaobai. The appearance of the Bifang beast will also be a bloody battle for the Manshi tribe.

Both sides were already bloodthirsty, and amidst the roar, the demon horde in mid-air was fighting wildly.

However, as time went by, the situation became increasingly critical for the Golden Crow tribe.

In the sky, the Barbarian Stone Tribe had more than a hundred Xuanzong cultivators, creating an imposing aura.

There were also more than twenty totem saint ancestors. Although they were not Xuanzun, their fluctuations at the peak of the ninth level of Xuanzong were equally astonishing.

The number of ordinary people increased, while the roars of the demon horde caused the wind and clouds to change color.

The Manshi tribe was, after all, a large and well-established tribe, and almost the entire tribe was mobilized.

The Golden Crow tribe is simply no match for them.

Now, it has been gradually shrinking back, completely retreating into the area of ​​thorns.

All the demons and all their people were deeply exhausted, but they did not despair.

Inside the tribe, there is a statue of Qin Chuan.

They surrounded the statue, calling upon the name of the Holy Ancestor.

Led by those clansmen who had experienced migration in those years.

It's as if you can feel the passion and fervor that the elders in the story spoke of when they migrated all the way from the northern part of the Western Regions.

However, the situation of defeat continued to worsen.

The protective thorny vines were gradually showing signs of collapse.

But it... is still persisting.

Like Ah Da, the savage giant persisted, fearless of death.

With madness, with persistence, and with the mission Qin Chuan entrusted to them when he left.

Even if it means fighting to the death, they will still protect the Golden Crow tribe.

Ada was covered in blood, his roars were shrill and mournful. The savage giant had lost an eye, but he was still ferocious.

Inside the Manshi tribe, Pang Wenchang coldly looked down, raised his right hand, and casually waved it, grabbing a member of the Jinwu tribe.

After grabbing his neck, he squeezed hard, and with a snap, his hand broke.

"Tara, Buban, and Dongshan tribes, you three tribes, attack from the right!"

Feiyun tribe, Hongyan tribe, and Shawa tribe, you may enter from the left!

This battle is almost over.

The people of the Barbarian Stone Tribe... trampled this land flat from the front!

This Golden Crow tribe, regardless of age or gender, was wiped out!

Pang Wenchang spoke calmly, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

He was the pride of the Manshi tribe in this war.

In mid-air, the chieftain and high priest of the Barbarian Stone Tribe.

The two men stared coldly at the earth, their weariness masking a murderous intent.

They both agreed with Pang Wenchang's arrangements.

"This battle is nearing its end..."

Following Pang Wenchang's instructions, the Manshi tribe sped off in three directions.

Like three sharp blades piercing into the Golden Crow tribe, the sounds of slaughter immediately intensified.

Furthermore, within the Barbarian Stone Tribe, war chariots composed of magical artifacts occasionally unleash astonishingly long streaks of light.

By constantly destroying all obstacles in their path, the Golden Crow tribe is in grave danger.

In mid-air, over a hundred Xuanzong cultivators and twenty Totem Saint Ancestors displayed their peak combat power.

Suppress everything.

Such a force is comparable to a major sect, even in the Southern Region.

The cruelty of war, the shrinking of the Golden Crow tribe, and the madness of the thorny vines.

This made the magical arts and supernatural powers in this place dazzling and colorful, and the booming sound spread throughout the heavens.

Little White, suspended in mid-air, also had tears in her eyes.

It watched as one Golden Crow tribesman after another perished, and that feeling grew increasingly unbearable.

It reminds Xiaobai of some painful memories from its past.

That feeling was excruciating.

Little White roared and charged out with red eyes.

The Golden Crow tribe retreated again, abandoning their offensive and switching to defense amidst deafening roars.

The surrounding area was filled with members of the Barbarian Stone Tribe, who joined forces with more than twenty totem saint ancestors and more than one hundred Xuanzong cultivators to make their move.

The thorny vines collapsed rapidly, seemingly on the verge of death.