The golden crow figure that the middle-aged man turned into fell rapidly, and slammed into the ground of this world with a bang, and the entire world inside the dementor banner trembled suddenly.

The golden flames on the golden crow's body gradually extinguished, and cracks appeared on its golden body, and traces of blood flowed from these cracks.

The middle-aged man's golden crow turned back into his original appearance, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He lay on the ground, his body aching constantly.

The middle-aged man was as angry as a gossamer, and he looked up at Ye Chen with great difficulty.

"It can't be! The Body of the Old Gods......"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, a look of horror appeared in his eyes, fear appeared in his heart, and his whole body trembled.

Ye Chen in the eyes of the middle-aged man stood up to the sky and bowed slightly, as if if if he straightened his body, this world would be directly torn apart.

The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of shocking blood, and cracks appeared in his flesh, like broken porcelain.

The golden crow blood in his body seemed to have dried up, and a sense of weakness swept through the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man endured the pain in his body, and he struggled to stand up, his body shaking constantly, as if he was about to fall down when the wind blew.

Ye Chen looked at the middle-aged man, and in his perception, the aura on the middle-aged man's body was no longer as strong and profound as before.

At this time, the middle-aged man felt like an old man in his last years, dying, and his vitality was about to fade.

A desolate smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, he knew best what was going on with his body.

Although the blood of the ancient golden crow is extremely precious and has many wonderful uses, it can also cut the bones and wash the marrow and strengthen the bloodline, but it takes time to refine, and the middle-aged man is desperate to devour it, forcibly fusing the drop of the ancient golden crow bloodline, which is tantamount to swallowing the poison.

The middle-aged man looked back at his fellow clansmen, lost in their souls, and his eyes were full of infinite sorrow.

He originally took them to seize the battle merits, recapture the Dementor Banner, and take revenge, but he didn't expect to leave his life here in the end.

When the Jinwu clansmen besieged by the dead soul saw the seriously injured middle-aged man, everyone's hearts were shocked, and their faces were once again filled with desolation, and they fell into the abyss, and the last trace of hope of escape was shattered.

Ye Chen's figure changed back to its original appearance, and he slowly walked towards the middle-aged man and came to him.

The middle-aged man wanted to attack Ye Chen, but now he was powerless, a sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of the middle-aged man's heart, and his eyes became even more miserable.

Ye Chen's face showed mockery, "You go to die first, and your clansmen will accompany you later." ”

When the middle-aged man heard Ye Chen's cold voice, a monstrous hatred surged in his heart, but in his heart, a sense of powerlessness emerged, and he had lost the ability to resist Ye Chen.

Ye Chen took out the bronze longbow and pulled the bowstring in an instant, a crimson arrow condensed on the longbow, and a tyrannical aura emanated from the arrow.

The next moment, Ye Chen let go of the finger pulling the bowstring, and the arrow carrying the terrifying power instantly shot towards the middle-aged man.

The crimson arrow slashed through the void and shot towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, his hairs stood on end, and a life and death crisis suddenly surged in his heart, he wanted to resist, but he couldn't do anything, his golden crow blood had already dried up, and there were cracks in his body.

In the blink of an eye, the crimson arrow had already reached the middle-aged man's body, and the violent power burst out in an instant.

In the face of death, even a middle-aged man trembled all over his body, and the cold instantly spread all over his body.

The next moment, the crimson arrow instantly pierced the middle-aged man's chest, blood gushed out of the wound, and the middle-aged man's body fell backwards, falling to the ground with a thud.

Ye Chen put away the longbow in his hand, and he looked at the corpse of the middle-aged man.

The ghost of the middle-aged man appeared on the corpse, and there was a blank look in his eyes.

Ye Chen's expression was cold, he flicked his fingers, and a wisp of flame flew onto the middle-aged man's corpse, and the middle-aged man's corpse disappeared in an instant.

Then, with a wave of Ye Chen's big hand, he held the middle-aged man's dead soul in his hand.

Ye Chen's gaze looked at the souls of the middle-aged man, although the middle-aged man's golden crow bloodline had been exhausted, he still had the breath of the ancient golden crow bloodline on his body.

Ye Chen smiled, a strong revenant will appear in the dementor banner again, and it may be the strongest revenant.

Because after this middle-aged man swallowed the drop of the blood of the Ancient Golden Crow, the blood of the Golden Crow in his body had quietly changed, and with the breath of the blood of the Ancient Golden Crow, even after his death, there was still the breath of the Ancient Golden Crow in his soul.

Ye Chen's heart moved, and the soul of the middle-aged man in his hand turned into a golden crow, spread his wings and flew towards the highest place in this world, and then lay dormant and fell into a deep sleep.

Then Ye Chen looked up at the Jinwu clansmen who were surrounded by the souls of the dead.

After seeing the middle-aged man die in Ye Chen's hands, their faces instantly turned like ashes, and after the middle-aged man died, they lost their strongest combat power, and now they can't leave if they want to.

The people of the Jinwu tribe were miserable, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in their hearts.

The surrounding souls are still attacking frantically towards the people of the Golden Crow Clan, as if they don't know how to be tired, and they are completely killing tools.

Ye Chen stood in place, the longbow appeared again in his hand, and he immediately pulled the bowstring and shot arrows at the people of the Golden Crow Clan.

The crimson arrows shot out from the longbow in Ye Chen's hand one after another, shooting towards the people of the Golden Crow Clan.

The people of the Golden Crow clan were all facing the enemy, and they all swung their swords at the flying arrows, trying to stop the attack of the arrows.

The light of the sword collided on the arrows, but none of them could stop the arrows from flying in their tracks.

The eyes of the people of the Golden Crow Clan were horrified, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

The next moment, a roar resounded through the world.

The arrows shot by Ye Chen exploded in an instant, and the violent storm swept towards the people of the Golden Crow Clan.

The storm flooded everyone like a blade, and a miserable cry came out of the storm, like a ghost crying wolf, and hideous blood stains appeared on everyone's bodies, blood flowed out of the wounds, and instantly turned into a blood mist and filled the air.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the eyes of the surrounding souls were red, revealing bloodthirsty eyes.

The bloody aura that permeated the air made these revenants even more violent, making them rush towards the Jinwu clan even more frantically.