River of Blood!
Bodies lie strewn everywhere!
Blood, it seems to have become the only color in this world!
Stinging the eyes!
The blood battle has gradually come to a halt!
The casualties are too heavy!
The ground is covered with blood!
Seeing the fallen strongmen of the Poison Vortex Tribe and Yin Thunder Tribe, the surviving clan members of the Qingyun Tribe all wore grim smiles in their eyes!
They, even if they died, it would be worth it!
They made the Poison Vortex Tribe and Yin Thunder Tribe pay a heavy price!
"Damn! Damn!!"
"How could this group of wastes possess such terrifying combat power?!"
Seeing those fallen strongmen of the Poison Vortex Tribe, the expression on Poison Vortex's face was unsightly!
Yin Juexing's face was also extremely gloomy!
Although now, the Qingyun Tribe is on the verge of extinction, with not much combat strength left!
But, the price they paid was too great!
This was something he never imagined even in his dreams!
"Go, kill him!"
