700: C700 Descending

C700 Descending

When the sky darkened, the tens of thousands of Clansmen s finally arrived at the location of the common pack tribe.

Although the common pack tribe was a little younger than him, it wasn't too far off. Patriarch was also a Royal expert, and could be considered famous in the surrounding small clans. However, under the pressure of the Chi Rong tribe, the entire expert was forced to join the army. Now that several months had passed, the old and the weak that were left behind had practically reached a point where their wails could be heard everywhere.

The population of Tribes was not something that just anyone could cultivate. Even the Cultivator s were an extremely small portion of the population. In Wuyue State, where a large amount of resources were occupied by the Devil Falling Valley, if there were any children with talent in cultivation, there were only two paths.

The first way was to cut off other people's resources and nurture them, so that they can protect the Tribes. The other way was to leave the Tribes and join it. As for more people cultivating, the clan simply didn't have enough resources.

All of the clan's Cultivator s were taken away by the Chi Rong tribe, and the old and weak did not even have the ability to live. Even when facing the lowest level Origin Beast in the Wasteland, he could only avoid them. How could such a Tribes survive?

Once the tribe's resources and food were used up, all they could do was wait for death to descend.

The people of Yerli tribe looked at the lifeless Chang Huan Tribes quietly, and upon hearing the wails of the cautious one, their faces turned ashen.

If they chose to submit to the Zhuang Family, then the miserable ending for these people would be the future of their Clansmen.

An elder clenched his fist tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "Even if we fight with Zhuang Family, we cannot surrender, we can ignore life and death, but I can't imagine how our Tribes would turn out like this."

The others also nodded in agreement. Attachment meant the destruction of the Tribes, and this was something they couldn't accept.

The Patriarch sighed lightly and instructed: "Let the Clansmen set up camp. In addition, take out some food and distribute it to the people of the common pack tribe. "No matter what happens tomorrow, our food won't be of much use."

Everyone was silent. On the desolate plains, it was an ordinary night. To them, it was most likely their last night.

"Leave ten disciples to each of you. We need to prepare for the worst, and leave a trace of hope for the Tribes." The Great Clan Elder said solemnly, "In addition, there are scouts from the police station who will spread out to investigate. Once there is any news of the Xue Ye Pavilion, report it immediately."

After the crowd dispersed, the elders anxiously waited for the arrival of tomorrow. Not knowing who it was, they sighed, "Hopefully, Xue Ye Pavilion will be able to make an appearance."

They did not know whether the Xue Ye Pavilion would accept them as disciples, nor did they know if the Xue Ye Pavilion had the ability to resist the Zhuang Family, but at present, this was their only remaining hope.

For many people, the dark night was incomparably long. But for the Yerli tribe who was currently in a dire situation, this night passed in a flash. In the blink of an eye, dawn had arrived.

All of the Clansmen s walked out of their tents, their eyebrows furrowed and their eyes filled with infinite worry. Within the Tribes, the few thousand Soldier s were all draped over their bodies, tightly holding the long knife in their hands, but their expressions were filled with bewilderment.

Everyone looked up, not knowing if they would see the white of hope or the black of despair.

After waiting for a long time, when the sun finally appeared in the sky, the result they had been waiting for finally appeared!

On the distant horizon, a black line slowly appeared. Although it was still quite a distance away, the ferocious killing intent and the aura of death had already pounced towards his face. In the blink of an eye, the crisp sound of hooves could be heard as one Soldier after another appeared in their line of sight.

Yerli tribe's face was filled with sorrow, she turned and looked at her Tribes, her body trembling.

"We, are descending ? "It's a battle!" Patriarch's face was a little lifeless, but this was a choice he had to make.

The black Strong man at the side grabbed the two large hammers beside him and shouted sternly, "I would rather die than surrender!"

The surrounding thousands of Soldier shouted in unison, "They would rather die than surrender!"

Tens of thousands of Clansmen gathered behind them. A old woman opened his mouth and said, "Rather than letting us die in pain in the future, it would be better to just die right now! My Yerli tribe has been in existence for a hundred years, and there has never been a weak one! "

"Alright!" Patriarch's gaze wavered slightly as he shouted sternly, "Since Zhuang Clan is oppressing us, then we can only perish together!"

"Jade rocks burn together, jade stones burn together ?" The cheers came from the tens of thousands of people, causing the earth to tremble.

The sound of horse hooves gradually grew louder as the black army that was like tidewaters swept towards Yerli tribe. When they got closer, the two sides of the black army separated, surrounding the troops of the several tens of thousands of Yerli tribe.

A Blood Armored General slowly walked out. The Eyes slightly narrowed and asked: "Yerli tribe, the one day deadline has arrived. I wonder what kind of decision you have made?"

Patriarch's face was stiff. Just as he was about to speak, a strong imposing aura came pressing down on him, directly suppressing all that he had to say.

A beam of light flashed, and a Black-robed elder appeared beside the Blood Armored General. The Old Man said sinisterly: "For the safety of your race, I hope that you think carefully before replying!"1

The surging aura caused the patriarch to retreat several steps. His complexion became even more unsightly. This old man was clearly a Monarch level expert. He was not someone a small emperor like him could contend against.

"I will not surrender!" Behind Patriarch, the Strong man that was holding onto his twin hammers spoke out angrily.

Black-robed elder laughed and waved his hand. A golden Light pillar suddenly shot out explosively, and when Patriarch was about to stand up and block, the pressure on his body suddenly doubled. He staggered a little and could only watch as the golden Light pillar attacked towards the Strong man.

The Strong man's eyes were wide open, the Light pillar attacked, the twin hammers in his hands suddenly raised, and fiercely smashed down at the Light pillar.

Boom!" An explosive sound rang out. Although the strong man was majestic, his cultivation was only at the initial stage of the Yuan Sect. Even a casual attack from the old man was not something he could endure.

The explosion incited the smoke to fill the sky, it also incited the cries of the people of Yerli tribe.

"Elder Lord!"

"Fourth Bro!"

When the smoke scattered, the Strong man had already disappeared, leaving behind a few pieces of broken hammers, quietly lying on the ground.

"Fight them to the death!" One of the clan elders had red eyes, he raised his hand and rushed forward, the thousands of Tribes warriors around looked on with widened eyes, raised their long knife and rushed towards the black armored Soldier without any hesitation.

The Patriarch s of the Yerli tribe were completely suppressed by the Old Man's aura, and could only watch helplessly as the tragedy occurred as tears of blood fell from their eyes.

Right at this moment, a trembling voice suddenly sounded out, "My Xue Ye Pavilion will protect this Tribes."

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