Chapter 490: Desperate fate, unwilling to compromise
"Now...it seems to be really difficult."
"Is it possible that this bronze tower wants to trap me here forever?"
Wu Ze's expression was slightly solemn, and his mind began to sink.
He is not afraid that the Bronze Forbidden Tower will use strong men to embarrass him. What he is afraid of is this situation.
Without giving you any clues, you will be trapped here directly.
But at this moment, ten thousand meters away, a blazing flame shot up into the sky, followed by a bronze spear shadow that broke through the void and dispersed the raging flames.
Then, a figure broke through the thorny jungle and flew out.
Wu Ze looked and saw that behind the figure, a group of bronze spearmen were biting the figure and not letting go. The bronze spears in their hands erupted with dazzling light, and they continued to attack the figure in front.
The figure was dodging the Bronze Lancer's attack in a somewhat embarrassed manner, but faced with the Bronze Lancer's siege, he seemed a little unable to withstand.
Within a short time, several more wounds were added to his body.
"Tian Jian Shu!"
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, causing a shadow to form. Wu Ze looked into the distance, and several bronze spearmen and the fire-controlling figure appeared in front of him:
[Name]: Bronze Lancer
[Race]: Bronze Guard
[Vitality]: 350.0000/350.0000
[Energy value]: 290.0000/300.0000
[Attributes]: Physique 35.0000, strength 35.0000, spirit 30.0000, speed 25.0000.
[Talent]: Bronze true body, invincible body.
[Skill]: Bronze Spear Skill.
[Cultivation]: Thirteenth-level humane emperor, third level.
[Combat Power]: Thirteenth level humane emperor, third level.
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[Name]: Yan San
[Race]: Fire Ox Clan
[Vitality]: 300.0000/300.0000
[Energy value]: 250.0000/300.0000
[Attributes]: Physique 30.0000, strength 35.0000, spirit 30.0000, speed 30.0000.
[Talent]: Flame affinity.
[Skills]: Fire Control, Earth Flame Burning World.
[Cultivation]: Thirteenth-level humane emperor, third level.
[Combat Power]: Thirteenth level humane emperor, third level.
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"Are they all in the thirteenth level of humanity?"
"Interesting, it seems that these should be the guards in the Forbidden Tower. Very good, if we find them, we should be able to find a way to break the situation."
Wu Ze smiled slightly, raised his body and turned into light and left.
Yan San was held back by the bronze spearman. After several rounds, he was finally unable to catch up. The shadows of the spears were like nets, sealing Yan San's ten directions.
"No! It's over!"
All escape routes were blocked. Knowing how powerful these bronze spearmen were, Yan San had no way to escape, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart.
The shadow of the gun fell, and a scream sounded in the void.
When the bronze entered his eyes, Yan San's protective fire was instantly shattered, and the shadow of the death spear enveloped him.
If there were no accidents, the power contained in this shot would be enough to shatter his origin and wipe out his life.
His final fate will be to be killed by the Bronze Lancer here, and eventually become the nourishment of the thorny bronze tree under his feet, or become a new Bronze Lancer.
But Yan San didn't know that just when the shadow of the gun blocked his surroundings, a figure had already quietly arrived above their heads.
The bronze spear thrust out, and Yan San slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
It's not that he doesn't want to resist, it's that he is already helpless.
However, after a long time, Yan San did not wait until the bronze spear entered his body and he was destroyed.
When he opened his eyes again, he only saw a blade of light sweeping past, and the last bronze spearman turned into a ray of light and disappeared in front of his eyes.
A figure stood in front of him. When the figure turned around, Yan San immediately recognized Wu Ze's identity.
"Yan San, I have met you, sir!"
Yan San immediately bowed to greet him, his expression extremely respectful.
In addition to Wu Ze being his savior, Yan San knew very clearly that the person in front of him could make Lord Morou compromise.
Whether it was the life-saving grace or the status and strength that Wu Ze represented, Yan San had no reason not to respect Wu Ze.
"Forgive me. Where is your home owner?"
Wu Ze waved his hand and asked.
"Sir, my master is a hundred thousand miles away. If you are free, please help me."
"As long as the adults are willing, Yan San is willing to pay everything for it!"
Yan San lowered his head deeply and stood in the void, showing utmost respect.
He knew that this person was most likely the last hope of their Fire Bull Clan.
Thinking about the bronze guards they encountered before, even though their clan had been preparing for them for tens of thousands of years, they still had great shortcomings when facing the bronze guards in this thorny jungle.
Without external help, tens of thousands of years of preparations by the Fire Bull Clan will be in vain, and all their preparations will be in vain.
Tens of thousands of years will eventually turn into nothing.
The opportunity was right in front of him, and Yan San didn't want to give up the opportunity that would most likely save their clan.
He wanted to seize this opportunity, even if it cost him everything, as long as his family could get what they wanted, he would be willing to do so.
"Get up and take me to see it. If you can tell me how to pass this level, I can help you."
Wu Ze said lightly.
To be honest, even if Yan San doesn't ask him, if he can give Wu Ze the information to pass this level, then Wu Ze will still respond to his kindness and help them overcome the difficulty.
"Yes, sir, please follow me."
Yan San stood up happily, and then took Wu Ze and turned into an escape light into the distance.
A hundred thousand miles away, at this moment, Niu Yan and Scale Jiao had gathered together.
The place where they are now is in a valley shrouded in thorny jungle.
At the mouth of the valley, countless bronze spearmen were like machines, frantically attacking the defending Fire Ox Clan and Scale Clan.
Under the shadows of the spears, the tribesmen brought by Niu Yan and Scale Jiao were almost dead or injured.
The tribesmen they have cultivated for tens of thousands of years are gradually decreasing under the ruthless slaughter of the bronze spearmen.
From the time they entered the Forbidden Tower until now, out of the nearly one hundred thirteen emperor clan spirits they brought, only about twenty are left.
Even if the two races combined, there are already less than fifty.
"Scale Dragon, it seems that we have all underestimated this bronze forbidden tower. I didn't expect that tens of thousands of years of hard work would prevent us from even passing the tenth floor."
"This heaven is so unfair to us..."
"We just want to find a way out for our own tribe. Doesn't Heaven agree to even this small request?"
Niu Yan looked up to the sky and sighed. Blood and tears filled his eyes, and he felt extremely unwilling.
But what if you are unwilling?
With insufficient strength and no secret method to improve their strength, facing the attack of the bronze spearmen, they could only lose their lives to the bronze spears one by one.
Everything in front of them has become their irresistible fate.
"Niu Yan, why are you here blaming others? We'll do our best. If that doesn't work, then we can only resign ourselves to fate."
The scale dragon patted Niu Yan gently, and he also looked at the sky. The injuries on his body made him look slightly depressed.
Unlike Niu Yan, Scale Jiao is much more free and easy now.
He has tried his best and tried his best, but he can't change the fate of his family.
Maybe, this is their fate.
"No! I won't give in! There must be something that can help us. There will definitely be something."
"Fuck this fate, I have been preparing for it for tens of thousands of years, it shouldn't end like this!"
Niu Yan was furious at the void, his face was as ferocious as a demon, and his great reluctance made him look extremely crazy, as if he was about to go crazy at any time.
Sensing Niu Yan's madness, the scale dragon shook his head helplessly.
So what if I'm crazy?
In the end, they still couldn't change their current fate.
"Ah! Garden owner! Let's go! Let's go!!"
"Damn it! Pavilion Master, leave the rest to us! It's time for you to go."
"Brothers, follow me and kill!!"
"..."
At this moment, Taniguchi was broken through by a bronze spearman.
Most of the Fire Ox Tribe and Scale Tribe blocking the entrance of the valley were killed by the bronze spears, and they transformed into new bronze spearmen to join the new attack.
The reason why the Bronze Lancer is so difficult to deal with, which has forced both Niu Yan and Scale Jiao to this point, is that apart from the strength of the Bronze Lancer itself, the most difficult thing to deal with is this bronze pollution.
The effect of bronze pollution will cause the creature who died in the Bronze Lancer to be transformed into a new Bronze Lancer after his death.
Regardless of the realm of cultivation of the dead creature, after his death and transformation into a bronze spearman, he will become a thirteenth-level human emperor.
The humane creatures who stepped into the Forbidden Tower died for this reason, which led to more and more bronze spearmen, until finally, everything was forced into a desperate situation.
"Let's go! Garden Master! You are the hope of the Fire Ox Clan. We still have a chance. As long as you don't die, the Fire Ox Clan will definitely be able to achieve good fortune and be favored by heaven and earth, and will not become the food of all spirits!"
"Pavilion Master, it's time for you to leave. We can only send you here. Don't give up, otherwise... I will die with my eyes open!!"
"Let's go!"
"..."
Surrounding guards gathered around Niu Yan and Scale Dragon, and continued to go deeper into the valley. The remaining clan spirits tried their best to delay the bronze spearman as much as possible.
But……
The Bronze Lancers are simply too powerful. Their existence is simply a kind of puppet that is tireless and always at its peak.
Under the shadows of the bronze spears, creatures from the Fire Bull Clan and Scale Clan continued to fall, and the number of guards guarding Niu Yan and Scale Jiao was also decreasing.
Niu Yan's eyes had turned blood-red at this time.
Anger kept rising in his heart, but seeing his family spirit risking everything for him, he suppressed the crazy thoughts in his heart.
Lingzhi kept wandering on the edge of collapse, and Niu Yan's eyes gradually became dull, and finally there was only one thought left in his mind.
That is to live and go on!
With the expectations of all the clan spirits, with all the hope, he must live even if he dies.
The clan spirits around him continued to disappear, until finally, only Niu Yan and Scale Jiao were left.
Niuyan has become numb, and so has the scale dragon.
Even if they have the intention to live up to the trust of the clan spirits, in the end they still cannot resist fate and destiny.
Maybe, this is their fate!
They are destined to die here, and the ethnic groups behind them will never be able to escape the fate of becoming the meat of other races for eternity.
"Alas! Niu Yan, I gave up. Maybe it would be better to die like this..."
The scale dragon looked at the approaching bronze spearman and sighed.
Facing powerlessness, he chose to accept his fate.
The injuries all over his body and the numerous bullet holes in his chest all showed that at this time... his life was about to reach its limit.
Perhaps without the help of the Bronze Spearman, the scale dragon would soon die in this thorny jungle as the breath of life dispersed.
Along the way, from the first to the tenth floor, this is their limit.
But whether it is Niu Yan or Scale Jiao, the target is never on the tenth level, but on a higher level.
However, they can't even get past the tenth floor, so how can they talk about going above the tenth floor?
Despair made Lin Jiao feel extremely calm, but Niu Yan was the complete opposite of Lin Jiao.
Seeing his clan spirits fall one after another in front of his eyes, the last belief in Niu Yan's heart collapsed, and thoughts of death entered his heart.
The next second, Niu Yan's eyes were filled with blood, and endless flames of anger surged out of his body.
Niu Yan became possessed by the devil out of despair and eventually turned into a fire demon.
"Roar!"
Losing his mind gradually, a crazy roar came from Niu Huo's mouth. Facing the rushing bronze gunmen, the crazy Niu Yan rushed into the gunmen with full of rage.
The next moment, blazing flames exploded in the bronze, and the endless flames spread like a tide, drowning the bronze spearman.
At the same time, Niu Yan moved.
A pair of bare fists enveloped the burning flames. Niu Yan didn't know what pain was, and he didn't know what saving meant. He used all his strength to activate the source power in his body, increasing the destructive power of the flames to the limit.
Punch after punch was thrown out, and one bronze spearman after another was knocked back.
The gun shadow was blown away in the fist shadow, and after a few breaths, several bronze gunmen were destroyed in the angry flames.
However, even if the strength of the crazy Niu Yan has improved, it is still not as good as the secret method that can improve his own strength.
When Niu Yan was full of energy, he could still cause damage to the bronze spearmen, but not long after, Niu Yan's momentum weakened, and the bronze spearmen came, and the angry flames were gradually drowned by the bronze.
At this time, a spear shadow broke through the air and passed through the body in the fierce flames.
Niu Yan's injuries worsened, and his soaring aura quickly declined amidst the shadows of numerous gunshots.
If nothing unexpected happens, it won't be long before the crazy Niu Yan will die in the hands of this group of bronze spearmen.
"Oh! Why are you doing this?"
The scale dragon looked at Niu Yan struggling among the bronze spearmen and sighed softly.
If they now have their own clan destiny, their own clan-suppressing weapon, and their own racial talent.
Maybe……
That won't be the case.
But if it were only if, the scale dragon tried to stand up, but the injuries on his body no longer allowed him to make any movements.
After trying several times, the scale dragon finally chose to give up.
Looking at the increasingly weaker flames shrouded in bronze, Lin Jiao felt in a trance and lost his mind, and his life was about to come to an end.
But just when the scale dragon was about to lose consciousness, suddenly a sword light cut through the darkness in front of him, causing the scale dragon to suddenly tremble, his mind concentrated, and his consciousness returned. He subconsciously opened his eyes wide and looked into the distance.
There, a bright sword light fell from the sky, cutting through the void of heaven and earth, and chopped down heavily in the torrent of bronze.
The torrent of bronze was separated by the light of the sword. Wherever the light of the sword struck, hundreds of bronze spearmen were cut into two.
The sword light cut an unobstructed passage in the bronze flow.
At the end of the passage, Wu Ze and Yan San slowly walked into it.
