1470: C1470 Support Troops

C1470 Support Troops

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Bang...

Crack...

The Longsword stabbed into Huang's dried abdomen...

This powerful patriarch of the Desolation Race was injured at this moment...

Blood crazily flowed out from his abdomen. The smell of blood filled every corner of his body.

"Phew..."

"Phew, phew, phew..."

The patriarch of Desolation Race, huang Gan, took a few deep breaths. His eyes were shining brightly, and his body began to tremble unnaturally...

The consequences of forcefully overdrawing his combat strength had been revealed...

At this moment, he was in an extremely weak state, and his body couldn't help but shake along with the rhythm.

"Hehe, I've finally exhausted you to this extent!"

"Aren't you very strong? One against five? Very strong? Continue!"

" Today, not only will I kill you, I will also exterminate your Desolation Race! "

"Right... I will still leave some seeds for your Desolation Race. ... Yes, those women and children. I will sell them to the poorest ore plane, and let them be enslaved and bullied for the rest of their lives!"

"At that time, I would like to see where the pride of the Desolation Race comes from!"

"The Desolation Race must die!"

"Kill!"

Slash...

The patriarch of the Star Clan, xing Mie, had a look of excitement in his eyes... The Star Clan had been suppressed in the Domain of the Falling Stars for far too long!

One day, with the Desolation Race present, the Falling Star Tribe would not be able to truly become the leader of the Howling Valley!

Furthermore... the temptation of the Desolate Divine Fruit of the Desolation Race was too great!

"You people of the Desolation Race are really foolish!"

"You don't know how to use treasures when you have them in your hands?"

"The Desolate Divine Fruit has been obtained by you all. What a waste of resources!"

"The Desolate God that you all have been looking forward to has fallen a long time ago, and you still want to return the favor to Desolate God?"

"Ridiculous!"

"After killing your Desolation Race, our Fallen Star Tribe will rise to prominence!"

The patriarch of the Falling Star Tribe, xing Mie, said as he pounced on them once again.

Behind him were the president of the God Extermination Sect, futu Sword, and the patriarch of the Brahma Heaven Clan, fan Tianshi...

At this moment, their hearts were filled with excitement. To them, this was a great opportunity!2

The Divine Desolates Fruit... the heaven-reaching divine effect was luring them!

Bang!

Bang... Bang...

Swoosh, swoosh...

Swoosh! Swoosh...

Huang, the patriarch of Desolation Race, held his combat blade in his hand. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood when faced with the crazy attacks of cultivator, who was at the same level as him. His entire body was trembling.

He had already reached his limit...

It was already very impressive that he was able to hold on until now under the frenzied attacks of five cultivator at the same level.

The patriarch of Desolation Race, huang Gan, swept his gaze across the five paragons in front of him. He was ready to find one of them to perish together with him.

What was supposed to come had to come!

Kill!

The surging killing intent gathered here. The killing intent of risking one's life was enough to cause one to tremble!

Huang's consciousness gradually became somewhat blurry...

"Patriarch... Patriarch... Huang Shi's young patriarch... Young Patriarch Huang Shi has returned! "

" Patriarch! Young Patriarch Huang Shi has brought reinforcements!"

"We... have reinforcements!"

"Desolation Race... still have reinforcements!"

"Desolation Race warriors can still fight!"

Waves of excited roars sounded out, causing the patriarch of Desolation Race, huang Gan, to wake up a little...

He looked up and saw a familiar figure. It was his son, Huang Shi!

The young man left after saying that. He never thought that he would return at this time...

Huang Gan's face first revealed a benevolent father's smile, but in the blink of an eye, his expression changed greatly...

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