On the periphery of Xicheng, the brute dragon soon couldn't stand it.

Seeing this, Cang Xin immediately shouted: "Change the second batch! Hurry! The second batch is on top ——!."

A large flock of white-haired giant kangaroos poured out of Xicheng.

They lined up, their pectoral muscles and limb muscles bulging, and the moment the dragon withdrew, they collided with the giant beast with a bang.

The white-haired giant kangaroo is more powerful than the brute-kui dragon, with a thick tail and the strength to kick the behemoth with its muscular legs.

Some of the giant beasts were kicked forward, like a giant mountain falling, almost overpowering the white-haired kangaroo.

The nostrils of the ground lizards of the Jiuyi tribe spewed hot air, and the people stood up and supported themselves in the back.

The second group of fighters poured into the battlefield like a tidal wave.

The first group of warriors retreated to Xicheng covered in blood.

Some soldiers refused to retreat, and were dragged back to Xicheng by their companions.

The scarred brute dragons also walked with tired steps, hanging their heads and slowly walking towards the gate of Xicheng, one bloody footprint at a time. They're just exhausted.

Inside the city.

The retreating warriors were snorting and panting, their eyes were covered with red, their necks were bruised, and they were covered in blood, as hideous as the evil ghosts that had just climbed up from hell, and they had not yet recovered from the bloody battle.

Bloodstained knives and spears were thrown to the ground.

Some of the knives snapped, and some of the spears snapped.

Their master lay on the ground on all fours, like a dead body.

Broken Ling also lay in the crowd.

As soon as he retreated, his skin was steaming hot all over his body, and his muscles were shaking suddenly.

His body still wanted to fight to the death with the beast, but reason knew that he should rest at this moment. If you don't have a good rest to replenish your strength, you won't be able to play at your best when you play again.

Broken Ling lay on the cold ground, her bloodshot eyes wide open, and Mu looked at the sky in a daze.

The sky was yellow and misty.

The grass and forest outside were trampled into powder by the tide of fierce beasts, the soil was bare, and after the scorching sun, there were still groups of beasts running, and the sand and dust rolled up hundreds of meters high, even the sun covered it, and the sky and the earth turned into an apocalyptic earthy yellow, and it was impossible to see clearly.

He closed his eyes.

There was a strong tremor in my back.

The mighty appearance of hundreds of millions of fierce beasts rushing over suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Who lacks a sword and spear! This has a freshly polished one, come here and get ——!"

Someone was yelling not far away.

Broken Ling opened her eyes and crawled up from the ground.

One of his bone knives broke during a fight with a silver hyena and needed to be replaced.

The other warriors also got up in twos and threes, looking for suitable swords and spears.

The sorcerers weaved through the crowd with their bone staffs in hand, their eyes constantly scanning the warriors around them, looking for the seriously wounded. In order to save their magical power, they can now no longer treat everyone, only the seriously injured.

"The blood of the beast is ——!! on my side"

"There's also fierce beast blood here, it's hot and just released, and it's here to drink!!"

Some of the people stood at the base of the city wall, and next to them stood several stone jars full of blood, and the warriors who needed them walked over, picked up the stone jars, and drank as much as they wanted.

After taking the bone knife, Broken Ling came to the base of the city wall and asked for a water bladder to pour some fresh beast blood.

The water bladder could no longer see its original color, and the epidermis was covered with thick brown blood scabs, which were so dirty that it was not good. But no one will dislike it now, because everyone is as dirty as this water bladder.

Broken Ling poured a few mouthfuls of hot beast blood, then filled the water bladder and tied it to his waist.

"There are healing blades of grass here!!"

"I've got a healing blade of grass here!!Get what you need!!"

There are people from the Wumu tribe walking through the crowd with straw baskets.

Broken Ling's arm had two deep cuts, and she was still spitting blood out like a baby's mouth. He didn't plan to take care of it, but after thinking about it, he took a ball of healing grass, pinched out the juice and rubbed it on the wound.

The wound visibly begins to heal.

He asked the Wumu tribesmen for two sleeping grasses, which were crumpled into two balls and stuffed into his nostrils.

The unique fragrance of sleep aid grass pours into the nasal cavity, and drowsiness spreads with it.

Broken Ling didn't resist the drowsiness, breathed with her mouth open, and found a place to lie down casually. Afraid that he wouldn't wake up, he asked the Wumu tribesmen who distributed the blades of grass to wake him up when the time came.

"Okay, no problem!"

The enthusiastic Gogi tribesman agreed.

Broken Ling closed her eyes and let herself fall into a deep sleep.

"Wake up, you're going to the battlefield!"

Broken Ling felt like her legs were being kicked.

His consciousness returned from the chaos, his eyes had not yet opened, and a faint hoarse shout came from his ears - "The first warriors go outside!

A spirit of Broken Feather rose from the ground.

He opened his eyes wide and was still a little confused, and found that it was the Gogi tribesman who kicked him before, but at this time, the Gogi warrior was covered in blood, and it seemed that the battlefield had just retreated.

The Wumu warrior saw that Broken Ling woke up, and bared his teeth and smiled, his teeth were extremely shiny and snow-white on his bloodstained face: "I am the third batch, and now I am relying on you outside, brother!"

Broken Ling nodded.

He raised his head and poured two mouthfuls of cold beast blood, gnawed on another piece of raw meat, his gaze changed from foggy to resolute, and he clenched the bone knife and rushed out.

The number of corpses outside Xicheng is increasing.

It can be called a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The thorny vines wrapped around the walls of the city kept waving.

It accurately rolls up the corpses of the ferocious beasts that can be used from the tide of corpses and sends them to Xicheng, and the corpses that cannot be used are rolled up and thrown out far away, so as not to be congested around Xicheng and the soldiers have no room to fight.

Each thorn vine has five people hugging each other, which can not only roll up the heavy carcass of fierce beasts, but also slap the fish that slip through the net fiercely.

Thorn vines eat a lot.

In the past, Xicheng's unfinished blood was handed over to it to dispose of, even if ordinary wood rat blood was poured on it for it to drink, it could absorb it without leaking, and it was always not full.

But now, every vine of the thorn vine is full of blood, and it can't drink it anymore, it's like a soaked blood towel, and every time the rattan is waved, blood leaks out, and it rains like blood.

"The first retreat ——!!"

"The second batch is on top!!"

From the city wall came another hoarse shout.

......

In this way, everyone fought from day to night, and from night to day, and the sky gradually became black in the fighting, and the night passed again.

Day 3.

The leader beast shows no signs of fading.

They seem to have decided that they must kill all humans this time.

The corpses around Xicheng were piled up, and they were already higher than the city walls. The thorn vines did not have time to clear up, and the battle line was forced ten meters away from the city wall, and the city wall was broken in several places by the fierce beasts that rushed through the defense line.

Humans and war beasts have suffered countless casualties, and the leader beast has also suffered many casualties.

Cang Xin stood on the broken city wall, his face was tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and he whispered with a wry smile: "Before, the tide of fierce beasts would never last so long......"

With the last glimmer of hope in her arms, she looked at Ye Xi: "You said that the leader beast ...... today." Will it be returned?"

Ye Xi's face was colder than iron: "I'm afraid not." ”

It is likely that the "Divination Witch" was actually born in the Dryland Giant Chapter, and their Divination Witch may have predicted that this was their only chance to win, so they will not retreat.

Cang Xin closed his eyes, and his resolute face crept into despair little by little.

She had a hunch that they wouldn't survive today......