Behind, the city wall.
King Zhenxi's mind buzzed, his eyes showed a strange light, and there was obvious expectation on his face.
Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and others had stiff expressions on their faces.
Go together?
These words sounded slightly familiar.
same moment.
"presumptuous!"
"Child, you are so arrogant! You are not afraid of flashing your tongue."
"We, the thirteen strong men of the tribe, suppressing you is like searching for something. If you are sensible, don't resist, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
The anger on the faces of the thirty strong members of the tribe could not be concealed.
In front of all the major tribes, this son just asked them to come together, and even threatened to bring tens of thousands of tribal warriors with him. This did not take them seriously at all.
My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't!
"call!"
"..."
No more nonsense.
Led by the uncle of the Frostwolf Tribe, the thirteen strong men of the tribe exploded to the extreme with momentum, rushing forward like a torrent.
On the rear city wall.
An and Yongyue both had a slightly confused look in their eyes.
Whenever Ye Wentian was at a slight disadvantage, the two of them would rush out of the city without hesitation.
Among the tribal warriors, the eyes of the Saint of the Frostwolf Tribe condensed.
"With thirteen strong men against one, the power is on our side. If we take down the Great Flame Dragon King, there will be no more casualties in the Wasteland tribe." The tribe's saint murmured softly.
Due to the attention of everyone.
Ye Wentian's expression remained normal, he just raised his head and glanced ahead.
Come just in time, try your fist strength.
"The ninth level of transformation, the sixth level is opened." Ye Wentian's whole body aura increased, and the terrifying power gathered in his fist.
Gouzi's great supernatural powers are indeed remarkable.
Sixth level, eight times the power. At this time, my limit is not a lack of understanding, but the limitation of my own strength.
If you can go further, you can open the seventh level.
The first eight levels are just excessive. What Ye Wentian cares about most is the hundredfold power of the ninth level, which is the current great magical power.
"Buzz!"
"..."
The air machine hums.
Ye Wen's eyes flashed slightly, and now his figure did not retreat but advanced.
In the shocked eyes of everyone.
The next moment, Ye Wentian had stopped the thirteen strong men of the tribe, and without any hesitation, he punched them directly.
"boom!"
"Boom boom..."
Eight times the force, the air was torn apart.
The terrifying force formed a strong wind and hit the powerful tribe head-on.
"this……"
"What kind of power is this?"
"What a terrifying rolling feeling, even far superior to that of the tribe of Wasteland Power!"
The strong men of the Frostwolf tribe were the first to notice something was wrong.
It was too late to react.
"puff!"
"..."
The fist struck suddenly.
The thirteen strongest members of the tribe froze at the same time. They felt that the internal organs in their bodies were shaking. The blood and energy in their bodies could not be calmed down, and they spurted out blood at the same time.
Six of them were even blown away, creating a small human-shaped hole on the ground and unable to stand up.
This scene happened almost instantly.
Even with the warriors from many tribes, they didn't even see what happened. The strong elders of their own tribe had already vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Ye Wentian paused, his eyes calm.
"I told you, you can't do it." Ye Wentian loosened his fists and said bluntly.
The sound was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the surroundings.
Everyone present was trembling.
Zhou Xiong and others on the city wall couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"So strong!"
"I'm afraid the three of us working together won't be able to take on the power of this punch."
"..."
Zhou Xiong couldn't help but sigh.
Bai Yun and Luo Tongjin had complex expressions on their faces at the moment, looking forward.
Only then did the two of them realize that when they started fighting in the city yesterday, the Great Flame Dragon King probably didn't even use 50% of his strength.
King Qi Chong of Zhenxi, the light in his eyes became even brighter now.
Everyone's eyes were focused and they wouldn't look away for a moment.
Warriors, warriors, are mostly a little stunned.
"Fa...what happened?"
"Uncle, was it defeated by the Great Flame Dragon King?"
"..."
In just an instant, six of the thirteen strongest members of the tribe fell down and seven were seriously injured. This kind of thing is beyond everyone's awareness.
"not good!"
"It was my misjudgment. This Great Flame Dragon King cannot be defeated by just a few people. I asked the uncles from all the tribes to retreat immediately." The tribal saint reacted with a long-lost solemnity on her face.
His eyes fell forward.
After seeing Ye Wentian and not pursuing him, the tribal saint felt a little relieved.
See the tribal uncle's safety.
The tribal saint frowned slightly and walked out of the chariot.
His sharp eyes focused on Ye Wentian.
"I admit, I underestimated you." The tribal saint whispered softly.
Ye Wentian looked up, with a little more interest in his eyes. ..
"The aura on your body is average, you are no match for me. I suggest you try using the power of Tengzu. Maybe it is possible to suppress me." Ye Wentian's eyes flashed and he winked at him.
This woman's strength is average.
But the combat power may be different.
I wonder how much of the power of the Tengzu of the tribe can be borrowed by this saint?
"snort."
"I won't take action."
"Great Flame Dragon King, since you left the city, my tribe will definitely capture you no matter what price we pay today."
The tribal saint's eyes showed determination.
In the border base city, King Zhenxi has not sent out Tiger Guards to assist him until now. It is obvious that he is at odds with the Great Flame Dragon King.
This was an opportunity for her wasteland tribe.
"Array!"
"Surround and kill." The tribal saint didn't say much. She raised her hands and changed her gestures, and began to direct tens of thousands of tribal warriors to come forward.
"Drink, drink!"
"kill……"
A deafening low shout resounded throughout the world at the same time.
Tens of thousands of tribal warriors marched together with overwhelming momentum, forming an absolute blockade and surrounding Ye Wentian.
Just waiting for an order, the tribal warriors swarmed forward.
The scene suddenly became extremely tense.
"hiss!"
"The tribe is ready to fight."
"Boss, why don't we go up?"
Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and others looked solemn at the same time.
No matter how powerful the Great Flame Dragon King is, he is only one person after all, and his energy will always be exhausted. Once exhausted, the consequences are self-evident.
"Waiting for the order, once the Great Flame Dragon King retreats, he will immediately open the city to greet him. The tiger guards in the city will be ready to support at any time." King Zhenxi's eyes were focused, and he felt a little uncertain.
When everyone heard this, they immediately raised their hands and said yes.
On the city wall, King Zhenxi and others were staring straight ahead, with very serious expressions on their faces.
An and Yongyue, the spiritual power in their bodies secretly shifted far away, and they were ready to rush out of the city wall.
At this moment, it’s caused by eyes.
Ye Wentian faced tens of thousands of tribal warriors, but the expression on his face remained calm.
"Well done!"
"In the art of air control, I'm not as good as Uncle Li. I can't control a room of ten thousand people with one thought." Ye Wentian muttered to himself, and the aura around him continued to rise.
At the villa on the top of the mountain in Canghai, Li Xuanyuan thought that most of the 20,000 men commanded by Tu Hong, the king of Canghai, lost their combat power, and Ye Wentian's memory took precedence.
"One sword can break through ten thousand armors. I can still do it." Ye
Wentian laughed loudly, and the seal formula in his hand was already formed.
