Soon, Cha Posi brought nearly 700 old and weak women and children, of whom more than 400 and nearly 500 were children.

This time the team was divided, and there were 600 underage rakshasas in the team of 3,000 people, and more than 400 years old or female rakshasas.

After the local creatures broke through the defense line, more than 1,000 old and weak women and children were reduced to 700.

These seven hundred rakshasas, under the leadership of more than a hundred rakshasa warriors and Cha Posi, stood in front of Ji Baisu in confusion.

Although he had just experienced a brutal fight, the Rakshasa who had always been strong did not seem panicked, and he was still able to maintain his composure, but he was just a little embarrassed.

Ji Baisu nodded secretly.

If this were to be placed on the Terrans, the old men, the women, and the children would surely cry, and under the sharp claws of the ferocious native creatures, I am afraid that even half of them would not survive.

Cha Porsi walked over, his face was still pale, and the extraction of that trace of blood power was still very painful.

He whispered to Ji Baisu:

"Holy Son, everyone has arrived. It's just that...... Cha Posi hoped that the Holy Son could draw less blood from his clansmen, and if they were too weak, he might not be able to escape. ”

Cha Posi is not a stupid person, the Holy Son Tuzhu has just drawn the blood from himself, and he summoned the old and weak people, and it is self-evident what he wants to do.

It's just that they are not out of danger yet, and extracting the blood of their clansmen will make them weak, which is not what he wants to see.

If it weren't for the identity of the Holy Son of Tuzhu, even if it was the patriarch's request, he would have refused.

"Hmm"

Ji Baisu glanced at Cha Po Si and nodded lightly, a little strange that after acknowledging his status as the Holy Son, Cha Po Si did not show sincerity and fear like the patriarch Tu Buze.

"Still not convinced?"

After thinking about it for a while, Ji Baisu didn't pay much attention to it, turned around and walked towards the group of old and weak rakshasas.

After approaching a Rakshasa teenager, Ji Baisu did not hesitate to reach out and press on him.

A hint of pain suddenly appeared on the young man's face, and his arms, which looked slightly thin, wanted to wave up and push Ji Baisu away.

"Don't resist, the Son will not harm everyone. ”

Cha Po Si let out a low sigh and glanced at the two warriors around him.

The two Rakshasa warriors were ordered to walk over and help hold the boy down.

In a moment, Ji Baisu pulled out a finger-thick vein power.

The young man's face suddenly turned a little pale, and he gasped a few times.

Seeing that the boy was not harmed, Cha Posi breathed a sigh of relief, so he whispered again:

"Relax, the Holy Son is helping everyone, only if the Holy Son gathers our strength, he can resist the invasion of the native creatures. ”

After this sentence was shouted, the faces of those clansmen who had seen the changes in the Rakshasa boy changed a lot, and their guards who looked at Ji Baisu lowered their guard a lot.

"This is not the patriarch's grandson...... Tuzhu?"

"It seems to be...... How did you become the son of my clan?"

In the crowd, someone recognized Ji Baisu's identity and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Ji Baisu quietly continued to extract the power of the bloodline, and was very satisfied with Cha Porsi's assistance in his heart, it seems that he is just a little straighter, and he still respects the identity of the Holy Son of the Hellfire very much.

The rakshasas returned to the team under the arrangement of Cha Po Si after being drained of the bloodline power one by one, and they were not physically harmed under the control of Ji Baisu, but they were slightly weaker now, and they would recover after a while.

The bloodline power extracted was also received by Ji Baisu into the divinity, and now it is not suitable for building meridians and tricks, so Ji Baisu focuses on extracting it only.

After extracting more than 400 people, the blood power gathered was already about 100 times that of the part contributed by Cha Posi.

"Cha Po Si...... Where's Chaposi, tell him to come out to me......"

At this moment, an arrogant voice came.

Ji Baisu frowned and didn't pay attention.

Cha Posi's face changed slightly, and he was about to go out so as not to be disturbed by the Holy Son here.

A figure flew over with a "whirl".

"Bang"

Cha Posi directly reached out and took it.

"Will ...... General ......"

It was one of Cha Posi's subordinates, whose faces were flushed at this time, and he stammered:

"It's Fergus... End... Whew, he'...... He's going to get through ......"

Cha Porsi interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and looked at a strong Rakshasa young man who came over, and whispered:

"What are you going to do, who told you to break in?"

The young Rakshasa named Fumosu was covered in blood, but there were not many injuries on his body and the cold aura after the bloody battle, and the few guards next to him were all angry.

Fu Mo glanced at the Rakshasa people who stayed here, stayed on Ji Baisu for a while, and snorted coldly:

"Cha Posi, the situation is critical, what are you bringing people here for? Do you want to abandon the brigade and escape alone? I, Fermo, now order you to take the Rakshasa warriors to intercept the native creatures and give the team time to evacuate. ”

"Hmph"

Cha Posi snorted coldly, stared at Fu Mo coldly, and said:

"Furmo, Ben will make you return to the team immediately, and you don't need to dictate what to do. ”

"Finger-pointing?"

Furmo's face changed, and a wave of anger couldn't help but rise in his heart.

In the clan, he had never dared to say such a thing to him.

The faces of the four surrounding guards also showed anger, and their bodies suddenly exuded a powerful aura in the late stage of the Wolf Worship Realm.

The faces of the surrounding Rakshasa warriors changed.

The late stage of the Wolf Worship Realm is a big master, and in the clan, any master in the late stage of the Wolf Worship Realm has a very high status.

And these four masters in the late stage of the Wolf Worship Realm turned out to be the guards of the young man in front of him.

This is a more direct deterrent than the word "Ferdin".

However, Cha Porsi knew that the four in front of him were not terrible in the late stage of the Wolf Worship Realm, in the original prison, although the cultivation speed was not fast, but the Rakshasa clan had a long lifespan, and cultivating to the late stage of the Wolf Worship Realm was just a water mill.

For him, it was the identity of Fermosa that was the most difficult.

The grandson of the lord of the Fermoth.

In the whole clan, only Fermotha has such a style.

"Hmph"

Cha Porsi suddenly exuded a powerful aura on his body, and compared with the late stage of the four Wolf Worship Realms, he was not inferior at all, and even worse.

The Wolf Realm is complete!

The generals in the clan are all cultivators of the Worship Wolf Realm, and Cha Porphy is from the weak clan Cha Clan, but he can let the Cha clan master sit in an equal position with the rest of the big clans, which is due to his strength.

He can be ranked second strongest among all generals.

Exuding a breath of intimidation, Cha Porphy was still not finished, he slowly took off the bow that he often carried on his back, and pulled it halfway.

There are no arrows!

But the four guards in the late stage of the Wolf Worship Realm all felt the fierce qi converging on that longbow.

"General Cha Posi, you dare to ......"

One of the guards snorted.

Fu Mo is the grandson of the master of the Fu Mo clan, and if he is injured here, no one can afford it.

And Cha Posi is notoriously hot-tempered, and even the patriarch dares to scare him.

The next moment, the four guards all took a step forward, trying to stand in front of him.

But Chaporsi had already raised his longbow, his fingers loosened, and a stream of blood-colored arrows detached from the bowstring.

"Why wouldn't Ben dare?"

Cha Posi snorted coldly.

Blood-colored arrows flashed in an instant, piercing through the chest of the shouting guard, and bright red hot blood suddenly spurted out.

"Cha Posi!"

A flash of horror flashed in his eyes, and he shouted inwardly.

The remaining three guards took the opportunity to protect Fu Mo and stared cautiously at Cha Posi.

The guard, who had been pierced through the chest by the arrow, rolled over from the ground, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and his face turned a little pale, but he didn't dare to be rude anymore.

That arrow, Cha Porsi obviously left his hand, otherwise one piece passed through the heart, even if his vitality was tenacious, he would not be able to survive.

Of course, this arrow could easily hurt him because of his mistake, and he didn't expect Cha Posi to really dare to do it.

The strength of Cha Po Si is secondary, and the important thing is determination, and if he really decides to deal with them, he is also worried that the Fermo clan may not be able to keep himself.

The four guards had their own thoughts at this moment, and their attitude towards Cha Po Si changed from tough confrontation to fear.

Subtle psychological changes are reflected in the qi.

Cha Porsi knew in his heart, and snorted coldly with a little disdain:

"Get out. ”

Fu Mo's face turned blue and red for a while, and the insult he received this time was really unprecedented.

He was born in the Fermo clan, and he has been arrogant and domineering since he was a child, and he has heard all kinds of rumors about Cha Po Si before, but because he has never intersected, he has not taken it seriously.

To this day, the Fog Hidden Array was broken for no reason, and in the process of the migration of the Ju clan, he rushed out of the encirclement of the native creatures under the desperate protection of four guards. But he was also frightened because of this, and could only hope that Cha Posi could lead his troops to resist the counterattack of the local creatures.

But just now one of his guards reported to him that Chaporsi had taken away all the old and weak women and children in the ranks, and he didn't know what was going on.

Furmo was shocked and hurried to check it out.

And then it became what it is now.

Everyone has a common characteristic, after seeing the cruelty of foreigners, they dare not easily anger foreigners, and only dare to shout at the clansmen who will not hurt each other.

Although he is arrogant, he is not completely brainless, or he is also brainless. Therefore, he knew very well that Cha Posi would never dare to hurt himself, otherwise he would not only shoot that arrow at his own guard.

As long as he can hold on and not show his timidity, Cha Porsi will have to give in sooner or later.

The evil breath that made a fool of himself must be avenged.

"Someone!"

Cha Posi shouted in a deep voice.

"In. ”

The surrounding Rakshasa warriors replied with a bang.

Furmo's face changed dramatically. He hasn't fought back yet, and he's going to do it again?

"Who is he?"

In a hurry, Fu Mo suddenly realized that Ji Baisu was different, and pointed at Ji Baisu and shouted at Cha Posi.

"Tuzhu is the holy son of my clan. ”

Cha Posi sneered.

If it was before, he himself would not be willing to admit the identity of the Holy Son, but now that he has fully confirmed it, he has a lot more confidence.

Ji Baisu raised his eyebrows, and he suffered an unwarranted disaster.

"Tuzhu ......? How can he be a holy son?"

Fu Mo frowned in confusion, but noticed that Cha Posi's eyes were getting worse and worse, and suddenly woke up, and now is not the time to be strange.

"Tsaryosi, I will give her to you. How about you promise me one thing?"

Furmo groaned.

With that, he glanced at one of the guards beside him.

The guard vanished in the blink of an eye, and when he returned, he brought someone back.

Ji Baisu, who was extracting the power of the bloodline to build the meridians and acupoints, suddenly shrank his eyes:

"Terran?"