In the clan land, the movements of the second-generation soldiers were stuck, and the Zero clan who had survived the catastrophe gasped and showed joy.

They, they survived.

But then, there was endless sadness.

The price to pay is too great.

The old patriarch who was the foundation of the clan died in battle, and many strong people who were the pillars of the young and strong generation in the clan also died.

Not to mention the fact that too many ordinary people died in this attack.

The price, too much!

Boom!

Above the ground of the Zero Clan, above the white clouds, the ice crystal wings behind the angel merged into the sky, looking down on the battlefield.

"Great Elder, their strength has grown to this point."

The female angel was silent, and then said coldly, looking down.

Because under the kind of flame attack just now, even it was not sure to survive.

This strength has progressed, and it is much stronger than before.

The Great Elder, it stroked its wings, "It's just an occasional eruption."

The Great Elder smiled, and did not have the worry of the female angels on the side, "We angel clan, there are hundreds of thousands."

"Every angel placed among those strong clans is at least the strength of the strong."

"As for the top combat power? Except for the need to pay attention to their talent explosion when they are desperate, their usual strength cannot threaten us at all."

"Moreover, they are too few to be replicated."

The last sentence was the point, and it was the reason why the Great Elder didn't care.

Their angel clan is comparable to the clansmen with top combat power, that is, they can suppress a city by themselves, at least thousands.

And how many top combat power are these strong clans?

20.

The gap is too big.

Now they should be concerned about the expulsion of the wind and snow.

"But I didn't expect the Weeping Clan to make such great progress in biological research, it's a bit of a waste of time."

The Great Elder shook his head, in his opinion, the Spirit Weeping Clan only needed to expel the wind and snow with all its might, and it would naturally be protected by the Angel Clan.

It's much better than doing flesh and blood research on their own.

One is that it will never be wiped out, and the other is that it will not live long, and it feels that the Weeping Clan has made an unwise choice.

"Although the patriarch promised to keep expelling the wind and snow, this energy is too much to be scattered in other aspects, and it is necessary to talk about it again and put it back."

Seeing that there was no more fighting below, the Great Elder left here with the angels on the side.

Go to the land of wind and snow, and beat the Weeping Clan well, so that they can give up their unrealistic delusions and go back to normal.

In the Zero Clan's land, more and more second-generation soldiers were destroyed by the angry Zero Clan, venting their anger.

Click!

The sluggish second-generation soldiers did not resist, and let these angry Zero people kill and tear them down.

However, a little blood burst out on the second-generation soldiers, and the flesh and blood swelled, wrapping the second-generation soldiers in.

The sudden change frightened those Zero clansmen, and they all hurriedly retreated nervously.

By the time the remaining Zero General came over to command and attack, the second-generation soldiers in the flesh had already been devoured.

A gust of blood wind flashed, and the Tenth Saint returned from his slumber, and with a wave of his hand, all the talent attacks were defeated, and then the flesh ***.

"Ah! My body! My blood!"

"No! No!"

The Tenth Saint watched indifferently as the Zero died, and then the blood flew away and melted into its body, recovering from its injuries.

As long as there is a shred of flesh left, it can be resurrected again.

This is the most rebellious ability of the third generation of soldiers.

And now, the city is no longer guarded by top combat power, and there is no army to sit in, and the formation has been destroyed by the strong attack of the first second-generation soldiers.

Even the last desperate blow of the old patriarch of the Zero Clan completely destroyed the core of the Guardian Formation

。

Therefore, the current Tenth Saint is invincible here.

Bloodshot continued to rise from its body, like a rain of blood that rained down on all the Zero people in the city.

In a wave of wailing, the Tenth Saint walked apathetically through the streets, raised his head, and looked in the direction in which the Great Elders of the Angels had departed.

It's a weeping clan, and its talent is induction!

Therefore, as early as the beginning of the attack, it sensed that the Great Elder Angels were peeping.

"The strength assessment is more than fifty times that of mine."

The tentacles of the Tenth Saint swayed, collecting the remnants of the battlefield and began to assess the strength of the Great Elders.

The gap in strength is still very large.

Even if the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan came forward in person, it was not necessarily the opponent of the other party.

The angels are still the uncrowned kings of this world!

But it believes that sooner or later, the Weeping Clan will rise!

That day won't be now, and it won't be seen, but that doesn't stop it from fighting for it.

Click!

It walked slowly through the city, blood flying wildly, howling miserably, this is hell and the world.

Racial hell!

Race of the world!

……

"Live, survive!"

In the land of wind and snow, on the battlefield, Cascas gasped and lay on the snow as if deflated, laughing miserably.

Because of the sudden and crazy retreat of the opponent's top combat power, it disrupted the strategic layout of the strong clan alliance.

In the end, under the frantic attack of the weak warriors and half of the dead, the strong alliance was worried that the casualties would be too large and the gains outweighed the losses, so they temporarily withdrew.

Of course, the top combat power is strong, but it is not surprising that there will be no loss in the face of the army.

Therefore, under the sudden and frantic retreat of the Zero Clan, they also had to temporarily withdraw their troops in order to wait for the next war to completely eliminate the Spirit Weeping Clan.

In the base camp, Erlang was silent, sitting at the top of the list, and below him were the representatives of the injured warriors.

"Guys, we survived."

Erlang's voice was not as energetic as before, young and vigorous, but it seemed like a sudden vicissitudes of life, and he was no longer young.

The warriors looked up as if they were the first young patriarch.

"Young Patriarch, how long will we fight this war?"

Erlang followed the voice and looked over, he was a very powerful warrior of the weak race, a bubble of the air clan, able to spew all kinds of bubbles, and a flesh and blood killing machine on the battlefield.

This is a question that not only the warrior representatives of the bubble qi clan are concerned about, but also the warrior representatives of other weak clans have also looked at it.

But Erlang knew that it was not they who were afraid of war, because it was not a war that it was going to start, but it was going to be started.

They absolutely no longer tolerate the oppression of the strong alliance.

What they want is the safety of their clansmen and the expulsion of the wind and snow!

Erlang stood up from his seat and looked at the many warrior representatives, "For a long time!"

"I don't know if I'll ever see the end of the war."

"But!" Erlang glanced at the many warrior representatives, "I don't know how long the war will end, but I know when the expulsion time of the wind and snow will be lonely!"

"Everyone! Look at the map!"