Now that he has made up his mind in his heart, Lei Chuan can start to dispatch troops, and the coordinates of the ancestral land of the terrifying clan that he had stored before came in handy today.

The Blood Wilderness belongs to the world of the first level of the large desolate realm, a world dominated by the three clans of the Terror, the Blood Demon, and the Bone Demon.

There is the power to dare to destroy, the three tribes have begun to assemble troops as early as a month ago, whether old or young, as long as they have combat effectiveness, all are armed to the battlefield, and the fate of the vassal races is even more miserable, all the people are soldiers, but equipped with the most scarce rations, their purpose is only to be driven away as cannon fodder, and some are even part of the rations themselves.

It is precisely with such iron-blooded and cruel methods that these three races are enough to stand tall in the forest of the hundred desolate and powerful races.

The border land of the bloody famine, the end of the world, was covered by fog all year round, and today, the fog naturally dissipated, revealing the true face of the end of the world.

The void rippled with layers of folds, like ugly scars crisscrossing the ground, rising flat and spreading to the horizon.

The three clans have great supernatural powers that dissolve the void and break through dozens of dimensional passages in a row, showing an erratic whirlpool, with internal undercurrents surging and treacherous.

The army of the three tribes is displayed on the border, and as far as the eye can see, a large area of Wuyang, fierce and mighty, and bloody.

For tens of thousands of years, each army of the three clans has been constantly polished like the tip of a spear, refining an incomparably fierce bloody and bloody spirit, a division of a hundred battles, but that's it.

Dressed in steel armor, stepping on cloud boots, covered with black, accompanied by a knife on the left, and fighting on the right, the blood and qi are entangled, the bone armor is dragging, the ferocity is exposed, and the expression is awe-inspiring, each of them is the elite of the elite, all armed to the teeth.

These are the true connotations of the three clans, and they are all dispatched at this moment, showing their determination to win the middle wilderness.

Standing at the forefront of the army is the king of the three clans, the three clans all have a total of more than 300 kings, just looking at the number, it is one-third more than the human race, but after all, it is an away battle, what kind of heritage the human race has accumulated over countless years, absolutely careless.

Hum! Ha!

Suddenly, the whole army changed, and slammed it to the ground with a dry fight in his hand, and when he landed, the earth trembled, and the fierce qi further volatilized, and the blood filled the sky.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the dim yellow glow shone in all directions, faintly bleeding, and the achievement of Xuanhuang.

Three majestic figures descended with a bang, with the majesty of the world, and the soldiers of the three clans all showed fanaticism and shouted:

"Wan Sheng!" "Wan Sheng!"

The master of the three clans has descended, surrounded by blood and qi all over his body, just like the one who has a sea of blood is the master of the blood demon, and the blood is dominant;

As a white bone, the one who is crystal clear is the master of the bone demon, the white bone heavenly monarch;

The person in the center, his whole body is covered in pitch-black iron armor, painted with blood cloud lines, his head is like a dragon's head, and his fangs cover his face, so he can't see the specific face. He is the master of the Dreads, the King of Warlords.

The controllers of the three clans are all at the top of the king level, and their combat power is comparable to that of the "Six Saints of the Evil Race", and only the "Three Gods" can fight under the living saints of the human race.

Looking at the people of the three clans, the king of war said indifferently:

"Let's go on the expedition."

"Win or die."

In just a few sentences, the cruel fate of the three clans is exposed, the victory will make the three clans prosperous, and the defeat will destroy the three clans, only these two ways, there is no other way to choose.

At the sound of an order, the army of the horror clan took the lead in responding, slowly moving, and dispatching dozens of armies to choose the teleportation channel.

The Blood Demon and Bone Demon Clans did not take any action at first, until the Blood Lord and the White Bone Heavenly Monarch also gave orders.

All this, the king of war kings also saw it in his eyes, and suddenly a cold light flashed.

Bone Demon? Blood demons? If it weren't for the decline of our race, how could these two tribes dare to try to be equal to our race on an equal footing when they turn over, and they deserve death! Slaughter the whole people!

Although the three clans have formed an iron triangle alliance, there is not a lot of filth inside, and each has a ghost in their hearts, but before overthrowing the immortal enemy of the human race, the three clans will not tear their faces for the time being.

In an instant, the sky changed, and the night was bleak.

With a roar, blood-colored cracks appeared in the sky, and a big hand covering the sky stretched out, evolving into five fingers, and the palm prints were intertwined and eternal, like the marks of the sky.

The face of the master of the three clans changed greatly, his cold hair stood on end, and he shouted loudly:

"Retreat!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. With a big palm, an army was slapped into nothingness on the spot, and the attack range spread to a radius of millions of miles, and everything was wiped out.

The masters of the three clans were stunned, gritted their teeth with hatred, and when they stepped on the meteor, they turned into three long rainbows and rushed to the big hand.

In an instant, I only saw a push of the big hand, like a mountain overweight. The unstoppable power, the void air flow stagnated for a while, and the controller of the three clans had no backhand power, and was slapped away by a palm, and that posture was like a kite with a broken string.

The kite landed, the big hand slapped the ground again, and another army was killed, and the rolling blood was like a wave, shaking all directions.

For a while, the screams came one after another, and the army of the three clans, which was invincible just now, was panicked like a lost dog at this moment, and it could not be all day long.

"Stop!"

A roar came from afar, like the sound of a beast, but with an indescribable evil aura.

In an instant, the sea of clouds surged, and a bloody scaly beast claw poked out of the clouds, with nine toes and webbed folds, and hit the big hand in the air.

Under this blow, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, the mountains and rivers were reversed, and the yin and yang were repeated, as if the end was coming.

Heaven and earth fell silent, and after a moment a chuckle came:

"The birth master of the terrible clan, the evil god worshiped by the three clans, you really still have the power of the emperor level, it's a pity that ......"

With a sigh of regret, the voice continued:

"If you have the guts, come and fight."

There was another roar, and three more beast claws stretched out from under the clouds, stepped on the scarlet evil fire, faintly ran out of the four-legged form, and rushed straight towards it.

When he landed, the two terrifying coercion dissipated at the same time, and the three clan controllers endured the seriously injured body, and when they looked around, they saw that the army of the three clans that had just been ready to attack had now lost their morale, and the formation was rushed to pieces, and the corpses were all over the field, and there were many seriously injured and immobile.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the big hands were wreaking havoc among the elite armies of the three clans, and at least millions of soldiers died in this sudden catastrophe.

Looking at the devastated and mournful elephants, the hearts of the three clan masters were dripping blood, but in the end they gritted their teeth and said:

"Let's go!"

As the king of the same war said, if you don't win, you die, and there is no turning back.

It's just that which mysterious existence is making trouble and restraining the living master, and whether this battle can be won is really unknown.

The person who came was not a living saint of the human race, which meant that the human race had another emperor-level existence, and the chances of winning this battle were even slimmer.

In the middle of the wilderness, the human race also put soldiers outside, waiting for the army of the three tribes. The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.