The roar echoed, and when it gradually dissipated, the black clouds in the sky were no longer there, and turned into scattered silk mist that spread in all directions, and the hundreds of people of the Bat Saint Clan, at this moment, were only less than a hundred, and they retreated in all directions in this sky.

A large amount of flesh and blood spilled from mid-air, and the Wu Clan's evil bow and the blow of the lifeless explosion could be said to be the ultimate strength of the Wu Clan, and it was precisely by relying on this power that they could hold out here for fifteen years!

But the price to be paid for this kind of power is also very great, the evil bow can only be used once at a time, not because this magic weapon is invalid, but because there is no war witch who can pull this bow twice in a row in a short period of time!

Every time they pull apart, in fact, at the cost of their broken muscles and bones, after they need to heal their wounds, as a key protector, they will play an important role in the next war.

As for the impact of the death qi condensed from the beast bone altar, this kind of power cannot be artificially accumulated, it takes time to pass, and in the past fifteen years, Nangong Trace has only accumulated the extent of five eruptions here.

Almost every three years, it can be condensed once, and although there is still one left, it is still a long way before the next three years.

"Send it out...... Sacrifice ......" Nangong Zhen lowered his head, unwilling to look at it, he half-knelt on the ground, clenched his fists, and the people behind him also looked sad, and they also half-knelt on the ground.

Almost at the same time as they knelt, all the Wu clans in this valley also knelt down in silence and sadness, and they knelt down to worship the twenty Wu clansmen.

These twenty clansmen were all old men, their bodies slowly flew up, towards the light curtain, their faces showed emotion and smiles, sighing about their fate, smiling when they looked at the clansmen.

They were willing to be sacrificed, because they knew that they would not live long, and if their death could be exchanged for a period of peace for their clansmen, then their death would also deserve it.

Under the bowing and grief of all the people of the Wu Clan, the bodies of the more than twenty old men penetrated the light curtain and appeared outside the valley, rushing towards the more than 100 members of the Bat Saint Clan who had never left the sky and had never left.

Those Bat Saint Clan people flew directly in the roar one by one, and a killing began, this killing did not resist, and some were just the death of Blood Linlin.

All the people of the Wu clan saw this scene, and in the silence one by one, the grief was even stronger.

It wasn't until the more than twenty old men were tortured and killed by this Baiduo Bat Saint Clan that these Bat Saint Clansmen spread their wings and flew into the distance.

Nangong Zhen raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, in the fifteen years here, they who had fought many times with the Bat Saint Clan, knew that this race in the Nine Netherworld likes hunting, they often come in large groups, if they do not succeed in hunting in the end, they will never give up, and more and more will come.

Therefore, the Wu Clan can only send this so-called sacrifice after a slight collapse to satisfy the hunting of the Bat Saint Clan, and only in this way can it be exchanged for some days of peace.

Moreover, if the sacrifice is sent directly without a fight, it will have no effect, and the Bat Saint Clan must be killed or injured, so as to conform to the hunting ritual of the Bat Saint Clan.

This point is understood by Nangong Zhen and others who have been here for fifteen years.

"We still gave our people as sacrifices...... Sixty percent of the chance of winning, but the price is too great......" The old woman behind Nangong Zhen said in a low voice.

"Sixty-seven people died to maintain the formation, plus twenty people who were willing to be sacrificed, this time we died eighty-seven. ”

"It will take half a year for the War Witch Bow to be deployed again, and the medicine for healing is no longer enough, so it is necessary to arrange for someone to take a risk to go to Witch City to find the medicine......"

"There is one more time left for the altar to die. ”

Nangong Zhen listened to the people behind him report the results of this battle one by one, his expression gradually became confused, fifteen years ago, under the drastic change, he did not succeed in leaving, but stayed here, waiting for the rescue of the Wu clan, at that time, there were nearly 10,000 people.

There are many descendants among them, but as they fight and fight again and again, their number becomes smaller and smaller, and finally under a split, some of them go out of nowhere.

Gradually, because of his identity, he became the leader of this place, watching his people die again and again, until now, the future is confused, and he does not know where......

"Maybe the outside has forgotten about us...... Perhaps the disaster of the Eastern Wilderness has happened, and the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes, and no one still remembers that in this Nine Netherworlds, there are still us.

Perhaps, in this life, you will not be able to leave here, only to die in battle...... Where is the future?" Nangong Zhen's face was vicissitudes, and he sighed secretly in his heart, but his divine sense was in this confusion, and the moment he looked at the sky, his expression immediately changed.

In addition to him, there were more than a dozen people behind him, and even many witch clans in the valley, who were also frightened and shocked at the moment they saw the sky.

Nangong Zhen saw with his own eyes that there was a black mist in the sky in the distance that was several times larger than the previous black cloud at this moment, and it was rolling in, and the figure of the Bat Saint Clan that appeared from time to time in the fog was shocking!

The number of them seems to be nearly 1,000!!

Their direction is exactly this valley!

"I saw the Purple Line Clan of the Bat Saint Clan, the number ...... Many, this kind of thing has never happened, and after a batch of collapses in the past, it will take at least half a year to hunt again!

With so many Purple Line Clansmen, there must be Golden Line Clansmen of the Bat Saint Clan among them, the probability of us winning this battle is almost zero, even if all the Purple Line Clansmen go to maintain the operation of the formation, they won't be able to last long!"

"Run the Guardian Formation with all your might, prepare for the impact of the dead air, and let the alternate Bow War Witch pull the Bow even if he dies!!"

"If they're just passing by, then just tell all the people if they're not passing by...... At the time of the decisive battle, the moment of life and death, we have waited for fifteen years, and it has finally arrived!" Nangong Zhen looked solemn and spoke in a low voice.

After Nangong Zhen's words were spoken, someone immediately passed it on, and on the formation in the valley, at this moment, the Wu clan people were decisive one by one, and they crossed their knees in that formation and dedicated all their strength.

In the valley, in the cave mansion, the people of the Wu clan stood silently on the edge of the cave, looking at the sky, wiping their mist, and running the cultivation in their bodies, with resolute expressions!

Some of the children born in the past fifteen years, in the arms of their mothers, looking outward, looking at their fathers, their pure eyes showed fear, but more often than not, a sense of death together.

There are also many old people, one by one, who are also standing outside the cave, their faces are full of traces of time, looking at the sky, ready to exchange death for dignity.

All the people of the Wu Clan looked at the sky, at the black mist rolling, at them as they passed by, or as targets, where they were.

When this black mist stopped in the middle of this valley, all the people of the Wu clan who saw this scene understood that the time for the decisive battle had arrived!

Nangong Zhen gritted his teeth, his eyes flowed out of madness, he looked at the black mist after a pause, suddenly like an explosion, from within it came hundreds of roaring Bat Saint Clansmen, the moment these people roared down, Nangong Zhen let out a low roar.

His body rushed out, and behind him, more than a dozen followers also rushed out.

"Fighting, it is death, if you don't fight, you are also dead, but if you fight, you will die without regrets!"

"We have waited for fifteen years, the rescue from the outside world has been silent, they may have forgotten us, have given up on us, where is the future, the future is in our hands!

We don't wait, we want a vigorous battle, if this battle is won by luck, we are no longer a witch clan, we are a self-reliant clan! Take control of our own destiny, pursue our own future, outsiders do not save ourselves, from now on, we call ourselves the life clan!!" Nangong Zhen raised his right hand and grabbed the void, and immediately a spear came out, and he grabbed it in his hand.

"Destiny!!"

"From now on, we are not witches, we are the life clan!" a low roar came from the mouths of every witch in this valley.

"Death Qi Impact!" With Nangong Zhen's low roar, immediately the death qi in the entire valley condensed again, turning into a powerful impact, heading straight up, penetrating the guardian light curtain, and touching those coming Bat Saint Clans, at the moment when the roaring sound echoed in the sky, Nangong Zhen roared.

"Death clansmen, let's kill!"

One after another, one after another, roared, rose in this valley, this rise, like the rise of a nation, a kind of oppression, under the shroud of death, in the fifteen years of waiting, crazy struggle, unwilling cry, desperate release!

Except for some of the Wu Clans who were still maintaining the operation of the formation and protecting the children in the valley who were still sending strength cross-legged on the formation, more than 500 Wu Clan people rushed out of the valley and started a battle of life and death with those Bat Saint Clans who were in the impact of death!

"I can't do it!" A cold snort echoed from the black mist in the sky, but I saw that under the spread of this black qi outward, there were ten Bat Saint Clansmen with a distinct purple line in the center of their eyebrows, and they stepped out, and behind them, there was a huge clansman with a golden line in the center of the eyebrows and a body that was five feet high!

He snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and pressed it downward, and under this press, the death qi of the impact was immediately paused, and it spread in all directions in the explosion, making its power suddenly dissipate a lot.

"The Holy Ancestor is about to wake up, all the races in the outside world here will be killed and sacrificed, this Nine Holy Altar, our Bat Saint Clan wants it!"

More members of the Bat Saint Clan, in an excited roar, rushed towards the people of the Wu Clan!

It was at this moment, in the sky not too far from here, that Su Ming walked with a calm face, the little snake on his shoulder held his head high, stared ahead, and let out a hiss.

Su Ming frowned, and his speed suddenly increased dramatically under his steps, setting off a sharp sound of breaking.