The atmosphere in the venue is becoming more and more solidified.

The patriarchs of several major clans, the aura around them rose, and their eyes showed a long-lost solemnity.

Ye Wentian slowly raised his head, slightly interested in his eyes.

"I'm already here." Ye Wentian's tone was flat, and he whispered bluntly.

Hearing this, the Patriarch of the Black Horn narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Great Flame Dragon King, my clan admits that you are very strong, but today you can't change anything."

"Now that you're here, let's leave your life with you." His words were cold, and the aura around him became stronger.

Behind the Black Horn tribe, a group of strong people in the clan took a step forward.

"Whew!"

"Whistling ......"

There was a fierce aura sweeping.

The scene was tense in an instant.

Frost Wolf, Eye Fish, and other patriarchs, the look of vigilance on their faces was even stronger, and the breath in their bodies was working, and they were ready to do it.

On the other hand, the expression on the face of the Black Horn Patriarch has not changed much.

He didn't even look at the Frost Wolf and other clan patriarchs.

"Today is decided, and the wasteland is unified."

"Ancient Array, Ning!"

"Ancient Formation, turn!"

The Black Horn Patriarch's gaze swept towards Ye Wentian, and he didn't say anything more, and there was a mysterious seal condensed on the tips of his fingers, revealing a bit of ancient atmosphere.

He stepped forward, his palms slamming into the ground.

"Hum!"

「……」

The whole crag shook.

The mysterious seal melted into the ground, and the statue that had been knocked out, and the seemingly crumbling array began to retract suddenly.

In the next second, it was back to normal.

Immediately afterwards, a strange black gas drilled out from the surface of the rocky array, like a seeping black tentacle.

"This ...... What is this?" The frostwolf patriarch frowned, it was too late to retreat, and the black tentacles wrapped around his legs.

At the same time, there are also the figures of several patriarchs such as eye fish and golden ape.

"Shhh

"Oh no, the Blackhorn tribe has been prepared."

"Patriarch Blackhorn, are you crazy? If there is any accident between our patriarchs in your clan, it will definitely cause a war among the Wasteland Clan, and the entire Wasteland will be in chaos!"

The Golden Ape Patriarch glared and roared angrily.

The aura around him exploded at the same time, and he raised his hand and grabbed it violently, but the palm of his hand passed through the black mist tentacles.

The same goes for several other patriarchs.

The legs were obviously restrained by the black mist tentacles, but the tentacles seemed to have no substance.

In the air, there is a strange feeling.

The Blackhorn Patriarch snorted, "Chaos?"

"When has the wasteland ever been peaceful?"

Between the words.

The seal in his hand was pressed again.

"Hum!"

"Buzzing ......"

On the ground of the formation, the tremor was even more violent.

In the air, the power of restraint is still climbing, and an unconcealable feeling of suffocation lingers in everyone's hearts.

"This is? Ancient Secret Array?"

"Damn it!"

"Sure enough, as my clan expected, the Blackhorn tribe wants to wipe us out." The Xuan Tortoise Patriarch couldn't help but grit his teeth, the aura around him continued to erupt, and he still couldn't break free.

"Clan...... Patriarch!"

「……」

Xuan Wan'er's face changed greatly, and the anxious look in her eyes gradually appeared.

Several elite martial artists of the Xuan Turtle Tribe beside him also reacted at the same time, wanting to step forward to support, but they didn't have time to step forward.

"Bang!"

"Boom...... Boom."

A deafening bang reverberates.

At the bottom of the array, a huge tentacle stretched out, like a black long whip flicking, cutting through the air and sweeping suddenly.

Xuan Wan'er, along with several clansmen of the Xuan Turtle Clan, was directly formed.

It shook out of the rock platform.

"Bang...... Bang bang!"

「……」

The same scene takes place in the area where several other tribes are stationing at the same time.

Even including Luoyun, who supported the Black Horn Patriarch, and the two clans of Green Scales, were all within the attack range of the Black Tentacles.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Outside the arena, the representatives of the major tribes were all full of horror.

"This ......"

"On the stage, it's just the Great Flame Dragon King and the patriarch of the Eight Great Clans."

"What are the Blackhorn tribes going to do?"

Shocked.

There were more doubts on the faces of everyone outside the court.

Yun Zhixia, who was originally located in the center of the rock platform, even escaped from the center of the formation platform with the power of the tentacle counterattack.

There was a strange glint in her eyes as she looked at the Chieftain of the Blackhorn Clan.

"This momentum."

"The Black Horn Clan, you actually repaired the ancient remnant array?"

"No, it's a white job!" Yun Zhixia is not a stupid person, and the anti-25 should be said to be fast, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at the Black Horn Patriarch.

Those who have the ability to repair the ancient remnant array, except for the young master of the Royal Beast Gate, no one else can do it.

On the platform, the clouds fell, and the two clans of Qinglu obviously expected it, and did not choose to resist, but sat directly cross-legged.

The five patriarchs, including Frost Wolf and Meyu, were firmly confined to the formation platform.

The stage was not restricted by the formation, only the Black Horn Patriarch and Ye Wentian were left.

"This is not bad." Ye Wentian's eyes were calm, and he slowly raised his hand.

Feeling the terrifying restraint on his body, he gave a very high evaluation.

The Blackhorn Patriarch's gaze swept over.

"Great Flame Dragon King, you can't escape death today."

"This ancient formation, no one can break it, not even the own clan itself." The Black Horn Patriarch's eyes were deep, and his deep voice echoed in the field.

The voice did not fall.

"Whew!"

"Hum...... Buzz."

In the center of the tribe, the tremor was even more violent.

The force of tearing and restraining instantly increased several times, and the bodies of several patriarchs in the field trembled, and the breath of struggle was directly suppressed.

Life and death at this moment seem to be determined by the words of the Black Horn Patriarch.

"Patriarchs, ask again, how are you thinking about it?" The Black Horn Patriarch stepped forward, his fierce gaze sweeping over everyone in the arena one by one.

The voices echoed, and there was a slight silence in the room.

Frost Wolf, Eye Fish, and several other patriarchs of the first clan could not hide their anger in their eyes.

"How dare you!"

"Black Horn, my clan doesn't believe it, you dare to kill all of us." The Frostwolf Patriarch's body trembled violently, but he still didn't give up struggling.

The Blackhorn Patriarch just glanced at it, and there was no change in expression on his face.

"This clan, I don't want to kill you, I just want to borrow you and other Teng ancestors of all clans." The Black Horn Patriarch's gaze was condensed, and he opened his mouth unabashedly.

As soon as these words came out.

The patriarchs of all the clans in front of them looked at each other.

Apparently unresponsive.

"Print!"

"Sacrifice." The Black Horn Patriarch didn't pay attention to the few people in front of him, but condensed again, pointing forward.

There is a flickering glow.

Visible to the naked eye, something seemed to have penetrated into the eyebrows of the major patriarchs.

Frost Wolf, Meyu and other patriarchs, the Tengzu mark in the center of the eyebrows operated on their own, and began to sacrifice Tengzu uncontrollably.

"This ......"

"Patriarch of the Black Horn, you want to borrow our Tengzu seal to gather the Tengzu of all departments?"

"How is this possible?"

The frost wolf patriarch and the others could not hide the look of amazement on their faces.

This kind of thing is beyond their comprehension, and there is no record of it in the genealogy.

At this moment, Ye Wentian's face was calm.

After seeing the formation of this place, he already understood.

"Woo!"

「……」

The anxious low-frequency sound of the eye fish echoed in Ye Wentian's mind.

"Don't panic." Ye Wentian raised his hand, a little of his eyebrows, and his spiritual power turned his whole body away, calming down the eye fish.

The next moment, his gaze fell on the front.

"Tengzu, in my body."

"You can't take it away, you want to borrow the platform and gather the eight great Teng ancestors to collect it for your own use, but I, Ye Wentian, disagree." Ye Wentian's eyes were calm, and he spoke softly.

As soon as these words came out.

The patriarchs of the major clans and the representatives of all ethnic groups outside the venue couldn't help but look at each other.

The patriarch of the black horn in front of him obviously turned his gaze, and the expression on his face was a little more surprised.