"The god of Ziwei is equal to me!" These aboriginal powerhouses trapped in the gray fog all showed expressions of death, and their mouths let out a roar like a beast.

At this moment, Xin You was still in a state of slowdown, frantically slashing the light curtain in front of him, but his face was pale.

He still had the ability to 'Predict Time', and he had already foreseen everything in front of him 10 seconds earlier.

He wanted to tell Mi Tian and the others what he had foreseen, but he couldn't.

Yes, it can't be done, and when he opened his mouth, there was a strong sense of danger that permeated his heart.

His instinct told him that once he opened his mouth to say this, the energy in his body would be drained in an instant!

When the energy in his body was drained in an instant, there was only one result, and that was death!

The moment he opened his mouth, there was even another kind of future in his mind, in which there was an endless darkness in front of his eyes, a kind of darkness that belonged to death.

In this case, Xin You turned pale and wisely closed his mouth.

And now, he even predicted that these aboriginal powerhouses who roared and shouted the words 'God of Ziwei, be with me', without exception, chose to blow themselves up!

They exploded into a cloud of scarlet blood mist, turning into nutrients for the 'Eternal Blood Demon' array.

Not only these more than 2,000 aboriginal powerhouses, but among the aborigines who were responsible for attacking Ziwei City, there were also many aboriginal powerhouses who also chose to blow themselves up at this moment.

More than 2,000 aboriginal powerhouses exploded in unison, and the power that erupted directly exploded the last primeval-level city protection array in Ziwei City.

Then, Ziwei City turned into a bloody hell, and after losing the protection of the city protection array, the Chosen One in Ziwei City was swallowed up by the swarming aboriginal powerhouses in an instant.

Zhang Yan, the median saint who was in charge of staying in Ziwei City, was besieged by 5 aboriginal high-ranking saints, and he only lasted less than 3 seconds before falling.

Xin You knew all of this, but he couldn't say it.

Because, once he forcibly says this, he will die, and he will be eaten up by his 'time prediction' ability!

For a while, Xin You's face became even paler.

Ziwei City was breached, including Zhang Yan, all the Chosen ones in the city were killed, and none of them could escape.

Since then, in the entire Chosen One camp, only these 5 saints remained.

Finished...... The Chosen One is finished......

Xin You only felt powerless for a while, although he knew everything, he didn't have the ability to make changes to the future he predicted, powerless, really powerless.

In a state of slowness, he continued to wave the Qinglong Battle Knife, frantically slashing at the thin light curtain in front of him.

With the blessing of the slow state, the speed of his sword far exceeded that of other saints, but what was the point of this?

Even if he had done his best, at most he could only increase the time to break the formation by more than ten seconds, and they still needed more than 2 minutes to break through the formation in front of them.

More than 2 minutes? Oh, it is estimated that the daylilies have already cooled.

Boom, boom, boom......

The sound of self-explosion sounded one after another, and every aboriginal powerhouse self-detonation was equivalent to a strategic-level super nuclear bomb being detonated.

The fog that spread out from the sky was directly cleared by these explosions.

The tree man, who was more than 20 kilometers tall, became a conspicuous and huge target at this time, and his body was also blown to pieces by the self-explosion of these aboriginal powerhouses.

In the distance, there was also a rumbling sound, which came from afar.

The ground trembled violently.

5,000 kilometers away, the last primeval-level city protection array was also forcibly broken by a series of self-explosions.

At the moment when Ziwei City was breached, countless aboriginal powerhouses turned into streamers, roaring and shouting, and rushed towards Ziwei City, which had no means of defense.

At this moment, the Chosen One in Ziwei City, or standing on the streets of Ziwei City, on the rooftops, or floating in mid-air, their faces, without exception, showed expressions of despair.

At this moment, Yan Guang, Zhong Wuya, and Shi Mo, who witnessed all this, were also extremely pale.

They thought that letting these aboriginal powerhouses launch a suicidal attack was already the limit of what the aboriginal camp could do, but they never dreamed that the strong people on the aboriginal side would be so crazy and would choose to blow themselves up so neatly.

Because the thinking patterns are different, they can't imagine it, and they can't understand it.

After all, in the habitual thinking of the Chosen One, their own lives are above all else, and their own interests are above all else, and they generally only fight for their own lives and interests, as for the race? Faith? A very small percentage of the Chosen may fight for this, but the vast majority of the Chosen One are dismissive of it.

A very simple example, as long as the race is involved, for the prosperity and prosperity of the race, most of the aboriginal powerhouses can give their lives without hesitation, and they will not even frown when they dedicate themselves to death.

On the other hand, on the side of the Chosen One, if Mi Tian pulls the banner of the Chosen One camp and asks a certain Chosen One to die, even if this Chosen One knows that he is not Mi Tian's opponent, he will not hesitate to rush over to find Mi Tian desperately.

That's the difference!

The reaction speed of the saints was extremely fast, and after feeling that something was wrong, except for Xin You, who was still swinging his knife and slashing the light curtain in front of him, Yan Guang and the others all stopped attacking the big city protection array in front of them.

Yan Guang turned into a dark blue streamer and flew towards where Xin You was.

Shi Mo and Zhong Wuya, the two middle-ranking saints, also moved closer to each other.

At this time, below Xin You, it was still firmly protected by a thin light curtain in the city inside, and the blood that filled the temple became thicker than before.

Han Xuan, sitting cross-legged on the futon, still had a sneer of disdain on his face.

After staring at the 10,000-thousand-blood bead in his hand with those scarlet eyes for a while, he slowly opened his mouth, and then put the bead with a rich bloody aura into his mouth.

With a bang, this 10,000 blood bead representing the eye of the 'Eternal Blood Demon Great Array' was swallowed directly into his stomach by him!

At the moment when this bead of ten thousand blood was swallowed into his abdomen, in the main hall, the thick blood floating in the air and flowing on the ground trembled in unison!

Immediately, these thick bloods, as if they were alive, surged towards the cold salary sitting cross-legged on the futon!