Outside Falling Snow City, the confrontation between the two armies has been nearly three days.

Both Bingzu and Meizu did not relax because of the passage of time, but their nerves became more and more tense.

This is a fateful battle, and it will break out only sooner or later.

"Aang—"

In the silence, an agitated and piercing military horn pierced the sky, instantly stimulating the blood of countless monks.

This horn sounded from the Meizu side, and the Meizu army suddenly rushed towards the Ice Clan army like a black tide, forming various shapes of battle formations.

In just an instant, in the sky and on the ground, the black army turned from extremely quiet to extremely moving, and the offensive was silent and cold.

The Ice Clan's army has always been in a state of readiness, and in the face of Meizu's fierce offensive, there was no panic in the slightest, and in an instant, it was divided into dozens of large phalanxes, like a hard white fortress, rooted on the dark red ice, calmly welcoming the baptism of the storm.

"Bang-"

Like a storm crashing on the shore, the black army rushed to the white fortress, and suddenly broke out with an earth-shattering impact.

The towering head of Falling Snow City has gathered a large number of Ice Clan elders at this time, and Nalan Wushuang, Nalan Feixue and Bing Xiang are all impressively listed.

Looking down from the high head of the city, we can see this scene of the army's assault more clearly and intuitively.

The impact of hundreds of millions of individuals is majestic and magnificent, even in the eyes of Tianzun, it is also moving.

But the price of this heart-touching is the lives of countless monks.

The first collision between the two armies, a large area of black or white disappeared on the edge of the collision, and most of the dead did not even have their bodies left.

The combined attack of countless monks, under the bonus of the powerful formation, was unimaginably powerful, even if Tianzun was born, he would suffer a certain amount of damage.

An ordinary Heavenly King level or a weaker Heavenly Monarch level can't make a wave at all, so it will be wiped out directly.

This is the race war!

The lives of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of millions of monks are lost in a minute, and the race war is simply the meat grinder of life.

"Senior Ancestor, should we make a move?" Rao is Nalan Feixue is accustomed to seeing big scenes, and he can't be indifferent to the death of a large number of elites in the clan, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Absolutely not!" At this time, Nalan Wushuang exuded an undoubted strong will from top to bottom, and his firm voice reached the ears of every clan elder, "If Meizu Tianzun doesn't make a move, we will definitely not be able to make a move!"

War has its own rules of war, and until the last moment, Tianzun will definitely not massacre.

Both the Ice Clan and the Meizu have a large number of Tianzun, if they both let go of slaughtering the other clansmen at the level of the Heavenly Monarch and Heavenly King, then in the end, it is impossible for any clansmen to survive except Tianzun.

That kind of price is too great, and unless it is absolutely necessary, neither the Ice Clan nor the Meizu will dispatch the combat power of the Tianzun level.

"Bang-"

As he spoke, the two armies collided for the second time, and tens of thousands of monks of the two clans died.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth......

Like two tireless war machines, the black and white armies collided violently again and again, and this speed of life consumption made Nalan Feixue's eyebrows jump.

"Losing so many elites in the clan, Nalan Feixue, you could have used your own sacrifice to avoid all this!" Bing Xiang was obviously unwilling to the fiasco at the clan elders' meeting, and said in a cold voice at this time.

"Bingxiang, don't waste your efforts in vain!" Nalan Wushuang replied first, "This is the final decision of the clan elders, even if the jade is burned, there is nothing to regret!"

The clan elders who oppose marriage and do not hesitate to fight bloody battles occupy at least eighty or ninety percent, and the vote to depose the patriarch has not even been held at all, and the current Ice Clan is basically united around Nalan Wushuang, as Nalan Wushuang said, "Even if the jade is burned, there is nothing to regret!"

"Hmph-" Bing Xiang was not angry in his heart, and he could only snort coldly.

The bloody war, under the silent gaze of all the Ice Clan elders, lasted for a long time before it came to an end, not because the strength of the monks of the two clans was not strong, but that the loss was too great, and both armies urgently needed to rest for a while.

"Patriarch and clan elders, the clansmen who died just now ......" At this time, a Heavenly King powerhouse who was in charge of counting the results of the battle came up and reported a large number of bloody figures.

Nearly 50,000 Heavenly King-level powerhouses were killed, and Heavenly Monarch-level warriors lost nearly one million!

The loss of war resources is even more innumerable, what one-time attack, defensive talismans, treasures, some engraved exquisite battle arrays, these all represent countless resources.

War has never been only the consumption of life, but also the consumption of war resources, and some poor and weak races have even died because of the exhaustion of resources, and the consumption of life is secondary.

"In the time of one stick of incense, the loss of personnel is nearly half of it!" Nalan Wushuang frowned slightly, "The war resources have been lost by more than one percent!"

As the patriarch of the Ice Clan, he has long known the cruelty of the race war, but he still has a little difficulty accepting such a result.

Although there are still strong people of their own clan who continue to gather in Falling Snow City, and there are still a large number of reserves of war resources, this war, after all, has just begun.

In the time of one stick of incense, the loss is so heavy, even if it really wins this race war in the end, the Ice Clan will definitely be broken, and it will be difficult for hundreds of millions of epochs to recover.

"These Meizu bastards, don't they care about the death or injury of their clansmen at all?" Nalan Wushuang couldn't help but scolded loudly.

But judging from the combat power below Tianzun, Meizu is even faintly inferior to the Ice Clan, if it continues to be consumed like this, Meizu will also have to break its muscles and bones, and the vast majority of these Meizu warriors should be Jiang clansmen, the loss of such a clansman, that Jiang Wuya, isn't it distressing at all?

"Nalan Wushuang, don't forget, their Jiang clan has a true god, and there is more than one!" Bing Xiang said coldly, "What does a true god mean for a race war, I don't need to say more!"

"True God!" Not only Nalan Wushuang, but almost all the Ice Clan elders couldn't help but sink in their hearts, realizing that they might have overlooked a fatal factor.

True God, that is the one who has the ability to reverse time and space and resurrect the dead monks!

The ordinary true gods, the resurrection of the Heavenly Monarch and even the Heavenly King-level powerhouses, it is not serious that they have been attacked by the rules of the universe, it is nothing more than the consumption of some more resources.

As if to confirm what Nalan Wushuang and the others thought in their hearts, a majestic voice suddenly resounded in this world.

"All the Jiang warriors listen—"

"In this race war, all the monks who died in battle will be resurrected by the true god of my Jiang clan within a hundred years!"

"So, sons and daughters, fight to your heart's content, and don't have the slightest concern!"

This majestic voice Nalan Wushuang and the others are extremely familiar, it is the sworn enemy of the Ice Clan, Jiang Wuya!

And as this voice sounded, Nalan Wushuang and all the Ice Clan elders sank to the bottom, and their faces were extremely ugly!

Under Falling Snow City, the entire Ice Clan army became more and more silent, obviously emotionally depressed.

In stark contrast to the Ice Clan, the Meizu camp erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

Fire and ice.

The Ice Clan people are extremely depressed and depressed, while the Meizu people have high morale and fighting spirit.

Jiang Wuya's words had a far-reaching impact.

"True God...... Resurrection ......" Nalan Wushuang muttered to himself, his eyes showing extreme unwillingness.

Such a blow is difficult for even Nalan Wushuang himself to withstand, let alone the army of the Ice Clan, which is cultivated to a lower level.

If one side dies, it will be completely wiped out, and the other side can be resurrected infinitely, so how can this battle be fought?

Despair spread rapidly like a plague, and the morale of the Ice Clan army was instantly depressed to the extreme, and even those Ice Clan elders who were originally fighting were violently shaken.

Jiang Wuya's words were too harsh, and almost a word changed the direction of this war.

Anger, unwillingness, despair...... All kinds of negative emotions were like wildfire, quickly drowning countless Ice Clansmen.

"Nalan Wushuang, it's still too late to surrender!" Bing Xiang's voice penetrated into the hearts of every clan elder like a poisonous snake, full of this demagogic meaning, "Sacrificing Nalan Feixue and losing some face can be exchanged for the continuation of the race!"

"As the patriarch of the Ice Clan, don't you still understand what it means to 'endure humiliation and bear the burden'?!"

"Bastard......" Nalan Wushuang instinctively scolded, but found that his voice was so weak.

Even Nalan Feixue himself couldn't stop a trance at this time, as if sacrificing himself was the only way to save the race.

"Feixue, wake up, don't be bewitched by her!" In a trance, an extremely familiar and intimate voice sounded, "I'm here!"

"Leave everything to me!"

This voice was so unforgettable that Nalan Feixue instantly woke up from the agitation of his heart, and then his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Little Heaven...... Is that you...... Really, is that you?"

It's been more than ten years, and this voice of longing and twilight suddenly sounded, and it was still at such an almost desperate moment, Nalan Feixue almost thought that this was an illusion generated in his trance, and his heart suddenly raised high.

I'm afraid this is really my dream again!

"It's me, Feixue!" the voice was so real, and the words hit Nalan Feixue's heart, "You can't see me—it's just outside Falling Snow City!"

At the moment of the Great War, Falling Snow City had already activated the Great Array to protect the city, which was a large array arranged by a "legendary" powerful person like the "Ice and Snow God King", even if the strength of the Ice Venerable Formation was extremely good, it would not be able to break through the formation at all.

It can only be temporarily hidden in a corner of the battlefield outside Falling Snow City.

Although there were hundreds of millions of monks on the battlefield, with the methods of the Ice Venerable, even if Jiang Wuya was there in person, it was extremely difficult to find Xintian's hiding place.

And to be able to communicate with Nalan Feixue without arousing anyone's attention, including Nalan Wushuang's detection, Xintian relies on the role of Xinwa and the Wanhua Treasure Realm.

With Xinwa, auxiliary functions such as environment detection and soul transmission, the Wanhua Treasure Realm has been able to reach a state of transcendence.

"Feixue, there will be nothing more with me!" Xintian's words had magical power, instantly quieting down Nalan Feixue, "Now, I'm going to give you a meeting gift first!"