The sword rays covered the sky, and the sword rays of tens of thousands of people were like the tide of the sky, covering the entire sky, and an incomparably powerful power emanated, like a violent wind, violent to the extreme, and all existences that stood in front of this power would be swept away.

The blood-colored light mask became more and more brilliant, and the blood light flickered, as if this place was a sea of blood, capable of engulfing all existence in it, and finally devouring it. Faces alternately appeared in the blood-colored light mask, and instead of sadness, they had a faint smile on their faces, as if they were mocking the army in front of them.

Amiya bit her lip, her face filled with murderous intent to the extreme, even though she had tried her best to control it, she still couldn't control it. And this situation is not only in Amiya's body, but also in the cultivators of the entire barbarian race.

Those ordinary clansmen are willing to sacrifice their lives in order to protect the barbarians, and what are they reluctant to do as the guardians of the barbarians, even if they sacrifice their own lives, they have to repel the enemy in front of them.

"Brush, brush!" Tens of thousands of swords came into the air, the scene was like the end was coming, and a powerful killing intent permeated out, forming a hurricane that rushed towards the blood-colored mask, making the entire blood-colored mask inward, but then the blood-colored mask rebounded back, more brilliant, the faces were more distinct, and the smiles were more and more.

"The barbarian sky has a spirit, I worship the barbarian sky with my body, and protect my barbarian race from extinction!"

The barbarian song sounded, resounding in the hearts of every barbarian, this is barbarism, it is desolation, but after this it is the most fanatical barbarian blood.

"Boom!" A violent roar sounded, and the entire sky and earth trembled violently in this roar, and the tens of thousands of sword rays blasted into the blood-colored light mask, producing huge fluctuations, causing the entire blood-colored light mask to be dented by more than half.

At this moment, thousands of faces disappeared, and the entire blood-colored light mask seemed to be unable to withstand the impact of these tens of thousands of sword rays, and was about to shatter, but after a while, a large piece of blood light poured into the blood light mask.

Tens of thousands of barbarians chose to sacrifice themselves and protect the barbarians with their lives. And with the influx of this large area of blood light, the blood-colored light mask finally gradually recovered, pressing back the tens of thousands of sword rays.

Time passed, and the tens of thousands of sword rays gradually dissipated, and the blood-colored light mask finally survived, but among the Naiban tribe, there was no joy of victory, and all the barbarian people, whether they were cultivators or ordinary people, remained silent.

Although they withstood this wave of attacks, the price was too great, and 100,000 people sacrificed their lives, plunging the entire Nabarian tribe into sorrow.

Amiya had tears in her eyes, but she didn't cry, and the moment seemed to be eternal in her eyes. Uncle Chabu, and those ordinary people of the barbarian tribe that she doesn't know, their blood will not be shed in vain.

The war entered a short pause, and the Great Zhou army was helpless against this layer of blood-colored light, but the barbarian soldiers were also unable to attack because of this blood-colored light, and neither side had a good way to break through the other.

However, this situation was short-lived after all, and the tens of thousands of troops of the Great Zhou could not stop forever, and in the following hours, they launched several attacks, each of which attacked with thousands of men, constantly consuming the strength of the blood-colored mask.

Among the barbarian tribes, blood has become the main color of this piece of sky, and the attack of the Great Zhou army has made more and more ordinary barbarians sacrificed by the entire Naiban tribe, and in just a few hours, 300,000 barbarians have died.

You must know that the entire barbarian race of Lu Dao is only a few million, and now 300,000 have died at once, which has reached the point of breaking the muscles and bones, and with the passage of time, the Great Zhou army seems to have also discovered the weakness of the blood-colored light mask, and no longer attacked, but continued to try.

It is conceivable that it will not be long before this layer of blood-colored light mask will be worn out, and at that time, even if there are more barbarian people to sacrifice, they will not be able to stop the fall of the Great Zhou army. At that time, it will be the time of the real life-and-death battle.

"This time, there is no need for the tribesmen to sacrifice, the barbarians have already shed too much blood, it's time for us to make a move!" A sturdy middle-aged man spoke on the remaining wall of the Naiban tribe, his body exuding an aura like a beast, as if he was not a human at all, but a beast.

"Inspector, it's finally time!" said a young man in a brown robe, looking at the thinner and thinner blood-colored visor, a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Immediately after, Amiya's figure also emerged, she did not speak, her face was cold, and her mood at the moment was already revealed.

Streamers emerged one after another, and dozens of strong people gathered here in just a short moment, and their bodies all exuded a powerful aura, and they were all cultivators of the Thunder Infant Stage, which means that now the Thunder Infant Stage powerhouses of the entire Nabarian tribe are gathered here.

This is a battle of life and death, no one will back down, and everyone's eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit. In this battle, they had no way out, because behind them was the Namanian tribe, which was their home.

After a violent roar, the blood-colored light mask finally couldn't withstand the continuous impact of the Great Zhou army, and fell apart, and the entire Nabarian tribe was exposed to the iron hooves of the Great Zhou. At this moment, the black torrent broke through the walls of the Naiman tribe and headed towards the Naiban tribe.

"Hiss......"

"Roaring ......"

"Woo ......"

The roar of one thunder beast after another sounded, and from the Naiman tribe, thousands of different kinds of thunder beasts rushed out, and slammed into the body of the Great Zhou sergeant, and in an instant, countless screams came out, and the thousands of Great Zhou sergeants who first rushed into the Naiman tribe were either killed or injured.

But none of this could stop the onslaught of the Great Zhou sergeant, this was an army of well-trained cultivators, and unless it was death, nothing could stop the advance of this army.

"Kill!" The sound of killing shook the sky, permeating the sky, and the two armies collided fiercely together, and suddenly, the heavens and the earth were shrouded in a demonic aura, a flash of light, a roar sounded, and this place became a hell, and the blood flowed like a river.

After all, the Great Zhou army was numerous, and after rigorous training, it gradually gained a firm foothold after experiencing the initial impact, and continued to move forward, squeezing the living space of the barbarian soldiers.

However, the barbarian soldiers are also highly motivated, and the barbarian land here, they can't retreat, they can only stay here, and no one can trample on it. Even though their numbers are inferior to the Great Zhou army, and their cultivation is not as good as the other party, they will use all means to stop the other party, even if they die, they must leave the other party here.

At the same time, the battle belonging to the strong man of the Thunder Infant Stage also began, and all of a sudden, dozens of streamers flashed in the sky, and a roar sounded, and the powerful fluctuations swept in all directions, overturning the soldiers on both sides on the earth.

Without reservation, Da Zhou and all the barbarians were red-eyed, and from the sky to the earth, bloody battles were going on, dyeing the entire earth red, becoming a veritable blood-colored land.

Time passed gradually, the battle between the two sides became more and more intense, one by one the figures fell, both the Great Zhou, and the barbarians, and even the battle between the Thunder Infancy had been killed and wounded, and from time to time, the barbarian Thunder Infancy powerhouse rushed to the other party and used self-explosion to end the opponent's life.

At this time, the disadvantage of the barbarians gradually became apparent, and the combat power between the two sides was not at the same level at all, although the barbarians could compete with the Great Zhou soldiers with their own flesh and blood at the beginning.

But after this blood, the shortcomings of the barbarian clan as a whole began to come to the fore, after all, these barbarian cultivators were not the well-trained elite soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and above the high-level combat power, the barbarian Thunder Infant Stage powerhouse was not as good as the other party.

This inferiority is not only manifested in quantity, but also in quality, the strongest cultivators of the Great Zhou Thunder Infant Stage have the lowest cultivation in the middle of the Thunder Infant Stage, and there are even five powerhouses at the peak of the Thunder Infant Stage.

Amiya stood in the sky, her face pale, gasping for breath, and there was even a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth. On her left and right, there were two Thunder Infant Stage powerhouses of the Great Zhou Dynasty who surrounded her, one of them was a Thunder Infant Stage sixth-order cultivator, and the other was a Thunder Infant Stage Seventh-Order, with her Thunder Infant Stage fourth-order cultivation was not an opponent of these two people at all.

If she wants to deal with the two of them, unless she uses the "Life God Thunder", but then she herself will fall, after all, the "Life God Thunder" is a fairy thunder, not something she can use now.

And around Amiya, the Thunder Infant Stage cultivators of the barbarian race were gone, and there were only more than ten people left of the dozens of companions in a short period of time, and the losses of the barbarians were not insignificant.

In this case, there is no room for Amiya to choose, and there may be a way to survive if she casts the "Life God Thunder", but if she doesn't use it, she will only have a dead end.

"Hmph, the little barbarian also dares to go against my Great Zhou, I really don't know whether to live or die, give me death now!" The powerhouse of the sixth order of the Thunder Infant Stage snorted coldly, and the long knife in his hand slashed fiercely, and a piercing sword shot out of the air, pointing directly at Amiya.

At this moment, Amiya felt the threat of her life, and she didn't hesitate to cast the "Life Divine Thunder", but after a while, she found that she couldn't move at all, and there was a force that restrained her.

At the same time, a voice came to Amiya's ears: "I'm sorry, I'm late!"