There is no one in the blood clan who can withstand the power of the entire sea of blood, and there is no one in this world.

But it doesn't mean that there is no life in the unknown space that can withstand the power of the entire sea of blood.

That's what the Black Altar does, automatically finding that life in the endless void and bringing it back to the Bloodline.

And judging from the reaction of the altar, the altar has found that life.

"We obey."

Twenty of the twenty-three blood clan powerhouses knelt down one after another, their faces expressionless, not sad or happy.

There are already a lot of dead people in the blood clan, and there are not a few of them.

They know what they're up against, and they don't know how long they'll last.

Maybe not for a second.

But they had to go, because no one of the Bloods could go.

The five hundred and eighty-three emperors who had originally gathered on the shore of the sea of blood became fewer and fewer with each order from the patriarch.

None of the emperor-level powerhouses who went there ever came back.

The only people left by the huge blood clan who can survive the scene now are the patriarch and the three emperor-level powerhouses.

This is the primeval war.

"Report, the Protoss army is still five hours away from the sea of blood."

This is a royal bloodline.

The patriarch remembered that he was a genius in the clan, and as long as he was given enough time, he could grow to the emperor level or above, but it was estimated that it would be no fun.

Thinking about it, the emperor-level spy just now was probably buried on the battlefield.

"Well done, it's been a five-hour delay, so let's go with the three of you."

"We obey."

The remaining three emperor-level powerhouses knelt down one after another, without the slightest hesitation in their eyes.

"Patriarch, will the Bloodline still exist?" The royal spy asked the patriarch with sad eyes.

"Yes, as long as the sea of blood remains, a new blood clan will be born." The patriarch looked at the sea of blood and did not look back.

"And what about the sea of blood?"

"As long as it takes another five hours, the sea of blood will become an eternal life, eternal immortal and immortal, and the sea of blood will last forever."

"Well, patriarch, I'm going to the front."

The royal spy's eyes were full of hope, and he smiled goodbye to the patriarch, he heard the promise he wanted to hear the most.

"Wait." The patriarch suddenly stopped the emperor-level spies, but still didn't look back.

"What does the patriarch command?"

"Remember to come back!"

"Yes! Subordinates obey the order! ”

The emperor-level scout smiled and left, and only the patriarch was left in front of the sea of blood.

After confirming the person completely, the Blood Clan Patriarch turned his head, tears spreading across his cheeks.

"You must come back."

Helplessness, prayer, countless emotions are mixed in the words.

He was the first life born in the Sea of Blood, and he was also the spiritual support of the Blood Clan.

He's the patriarch, he has to be a serious and decisive patriarch.

"The old man of the Protoss will want you to live better than death, and taste all the sufferings in the world to comfort my blood clan sons!"

The Blood Clan Patriarch roared these words, his face hideous.

Then his eyes showed helplessness, he was a peerless powerhouse at the level of a Holy Ancestor, he had endless longevity, but he had never reached the eternal realm.

Eternity, the realm pursued by countless beings, represents true eternal life.

Although the blood patriarch has an endless lifespan, he will still be killed by the enemy.

Eternity, on the other hand, is immortal and immortal, and nothing can kill eternity.

But all races with eternal powerhouses are first-class super powerhouses.

With the protection of the bloodline and the protection of the immortal powerhouse, it is difficult for the race to be strong or not.

Now the blood clan is facing the full encirclement and suppression of the eternal powerhouse, an eternity-level powerhouse, twelve holy ancestors, thousands of emperor-level, and countless king-level troops, a desperate lineup.

The only way for the Bloodlines is to stall for time with human lives.

The Blood Clan Patriarch understands this hypocritical race, and their Eternity and Holy Ancestor will not make a move against those below the Holy Ancestor.

Even their emperor-level will pretend to be one-on-one with the bloodline emperor-level deathmatch, and finally use the method of wheel warfare to consume their sons!

But it's all a chance for the Bloodline!

As long as it takes another five hours, those guys who regard this extermination operation as a tourist will face an unkillable sea of blood and an eternity of the blood clan!

Their eternity can't be killed, so kill all their Holy Ancestors and Emperors, and slaughter their people!

The patriarch of the Blood Clan sat in front of the sea of blood, waiting for the battle report from the front line, and was also guarding the black altar and this sea of blood.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"Report, the Protoss army will arrive at the Sea of Blood in two hours."

A sonorous voice came.

Kneeling on the ground was the emperor-level spy just now, but he was covered in blood, and his right arm had disappeared without a trace.

"Good boy, get up, I'll take care of the rest."

Looking at the emperor-level spy in front of him, the blood clan patriarch had relief in his eyes, and he also blamed himself.

The patriarch of the blood clan went up to help the emperor-level spies.

But before he could get to the front, the emperor-level spy fell to the ground with a bang, revealing dozens of wounds of different sizes on his back.

The Blood Clan's outstretched hands froze in the air, and then he stepped forward to lift the Imperial Scout up from the ground and place his body on the rocks by the Sea of Blood.

The Blood Clan Patriarch is gone, rushing to the front line to die!

He didn't bury the emperor-level spies, and he couldn't waste a penny of time.

He walked on the road leading to the sea of blood, and the previously holy ground was full of blood of the blood clan, and the corpses of the blood clan could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

"Patriarch." The voice of the patriarch came from the left and right.

On knees on both sides of the road were some low-fighting Blood Clan children and some disabled soldiers who had been transported back from the front line.

The Blood Clan Patriarch didn't respond to them, but continued to walk forward.

Seeing that it was getting farther and farther away from the sea of blood, the blood clan patriarch teleported to the frontline battlefield.

Mountains of corpses, shattered armor, and a bright red ground are the sights that can be seen everywhere on the battlefields of the front.

"Old guy, you are really ruthless, let your people die one by one, and watch the play by yourself in the back, and now you are finally willing to come out, hahaha, you don't want to surrender, right?"

The one who came out to speak was a Protoss Holy Ancestor with a golden glow all over his body and four pairs of milky white wings on his back.

"There is no one in my blood clan, either fight or roll!"

The Bloodclan Patriarch has no nonsense.

This is how he wants to provoke the anger of the other party and delay as much time as possible.

"Haha, the dying man, there are a lot of tones, I'll meet you."

A contemptuous tone came from the mouth of the Holy Ancestor of the Protoss.

"Limo, let Hao'er go, just to hone and hone him."

Just as he was about to leave, a majestic voice forced him to stop.

Sitting on the throne, he tasted the wine with a delicate gold-inlaid wine glass in his hand, and did not take the blood patriarch in his eyes at all.

This middle-aged man with a majestic face in gorgeous armor is the eternal god of the god race, the god lord. 22