"That's the old master and his wife...... That's Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li...... That's ......"

I kept spotting familiar faces in the crowd, and my eyes widened wider and wider, and the thought that I would never see them again soon burst into tears.

Not only these familiar faces, but also those people who have naturally replaced and died in Dongfang Fort over the years due to birth, old age, sickness and death.

Including those villagers who went to the Burial Moon Forest to save in anger, many of them had died under the claws of demon beasts before I rushed away, and they were also found in the bloodthirsty slave at this moment.

It's just that they have obviously forgotten what they have experienced, and now they have reverted to a ruthless killing machine that only knows to obey the orders of the blood-eater.

When everyone inadvertently looked back at me as the head of the tiger, there was no warmth in their eyes, only unconditional respect and obedience, and I felt sad again.

The past is gone!

And these bloodthirsty slaves that I seem to have inadvertently released this time are obviously quite particular, and there are no overly powerful ones among them.

They are basically in the primordial realm, and as soon as they appear, they will fight with the primordial demon beasts with similar strength.

And the big demons that occasionally appear in the beast tide also have their own bloodthirsty slaves of the same strength, and the battle situation is quite spectacular for a while.

I have to say that none of these cultivators who once died under the bloodthirsty sword were ordinary people, even if they were now bloodthirsty slaves, their combat skills were still there, and they even improved slightly.

Compared to these demon beasts that were only kings and hegemons in the Burial Moon Forest, they were much stronger, and soon there were a large number of casualties in the demon beast group on the opposite side.

As for the beast tide composed of ordinary fierce beasts, there was no need to deliberately attack at all, they were killed and injured by the aftermath of the battle when they passed through this battlefield, and they were not even cannon fodder.

Despite this, they still rushed forward in waves without fear of death, as if endlessly.

Although this kind of indomitable momentum can move me, it obviously does not affect the bloodthirsty slaves like killing machines above, and their deaths are worthless.

I searched through these bloodthirsty slaves, but I never saw the castle master, I don't know if he had not recovered from his injuries, or if I didn't release him because of the tiger's head.

I think it's the former, after all, he was directly "sent" back to the blood-eating madness by the demon ancestor at that time, and even Xi Jing was moved by the weight of the injury.

The search was fruitless, and I gradually returned my gaze to the main battlefield between me and the Demon Ancestor.

Of course, there is a reason why I am not interested in this kind of almost one-sided war, but more because I can't bear to see so many lives fall under my feet.

In particular, they seem to have a heart of loyalty!

It seems that he is still too tender, and his heart is not cold enough.

The battle situation on the main battlefield is still stalemate, and after discovering that the magic attack that I am best at has been restrained by me, the demon ancestor seems to have a feeling of being poor in donkey skills.

From time to time, a physical collision comes in, but it hits me right in the heart.

The defense caused by the active attack decreased, and was injured by the blood-devouring maniac, and some of the gains outweighed the losses, making the demon ancestor very passive.

At this moment, there were already several more scars on its body, it seemed that the blood-devouring maniac had some attributes that I didn't know yet, and with the strength of the demon ancestor, none of these wounds had healed smoothly.

All the wounds were constantly overflowing with majestic blood qi, devoured by the blood-eating madness.

They danced with the swing of the Bloodthirsty Mania, and from a distance they looked like a large amount of blood-colored silk was flying, revealing a bit of bloody beauty, but more often than not, the coldness of death.

It is worthy of the name of "bloodthirsty", and the madness that erupted in me seems to correspond to the "madness" in the bloodthirsty madness, which is very appropriate.

From beginning to end, I was like a tireless machine, always maintaining the highest speed and the strongest attacks, and constantly suppressing the Demon Ancestor.

Although it can't be killed yet, it makes the Demon Ancestor weaker, especially with the appearance of wounds on its body, and the moment of final defeat will only come faster and faster.

Gradually, I noticed that the Demon Ancestor's eyes were a little erratic, and he spent more time glancing at the nearby beast tide battlefield, even if he was taken advantage of by the blood-devouring maniac because of this caused a breach in his defenses, he didn't care as much as before.

The reluctance in its eyes became more and more unbearable, and its emotions became more and more irritable, which should not appear at all in a high-level duel.

Sure enough, as the Demon Ancestor's mood became erratic, its offensive and defensive rhythm began to make mistakes one after another, and the ruthlessness that had been determined to defend was gone, and it was more of a hovering between the main attack and the main defense.

This change was a godsend for me, who only knew how to rely on my fighting instincts, and in a short period of time, more wounds appeared on the Demon Ancestor's body, more than all the wounds left by negligence in the previous long battle.

Suddenly, I saw that the Demon Ancestor seemed to have made a decision, and a fierce shadow appeared in its eyes as it looked at the beast tide.

"Isn't it going to be a blood sacrifice for these poor demon beasts again?"

I muttered in my heart, it's really because the Demon Ancestor has too many previous convictions in this area, whether it is the continuous beast tide blood sacrifice under the blood moon for a hundred or ten years, or the tragic death of those big demons not long ago, it is all supporting this.

In its eyes, the other demon clans in the Burial Moon Forest are all nourishment, as long as they can recover, there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed.

Sure enough, as there were more and more fierce glints in his eyes, the huge head of the demon ancestor suddenly raised and sucked in the direction of the beast tide.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in that direction, and a large number of fierce beasts, demon beasts, and even the towering giant trees on the ground rolled uncontrollably and flew towards its mouth.

This supernatural power was really amazing, and those beast tides and giant trees continued to grow smaller in the process, and by the time the demon ancestor reached his mouth, he was no different from the size of an ant, and he was constantly surging towards its belly.

In stark contrast, the bloodthirsty slaves who were also shrouded in the suction wind burst like a bubble, returning to the bloodthirsty madness one after another.

At the same time, I never gave up my intrusion and attack on the Demon Ancestor, causing a lot of trauma to it.

However, the Demon Ancestor seemed to have made up his mind to ignore it, and only relied on a pair of demon arms to wave and the huge tail to continuously volley, resisting my attacks with difficulty, so that he would not be defeated in a short period of time.

There were more and more wounds on its body, and under the influence of the blood-devouring madness, it turned into boundless blood qi and was constantly devoured, and from a distance, it looked like it was wearing a blood-colored cloak, which was extremely heroic.

Finally, after paying a lot of price, the Demon Ancestor devoured all the beast tides that came this time, including a large number of primordial demon beasts and many big demons.