The number of branch disciples was twice that of the direct descendants. When the teams from both sides came to fight each other, the monsters they released also collided fiercely in the air. At this time, the sky was also shrouded in black mist, blocking the dark black sun. , causing the earth to plunge into darkness.
When they first came into contact with each other, a large number of clan members suffered casualties, not because of their fighting, but because there were too many people and the pressure was too great, and even those with a level of cultivation were knocked unconscious.
Shen Feng watched all this from a high place. The scene was similar to what he expected. Before he was arrested, he had already discussed with Lu Shuiwen how to deal with it. His kidnapping was also part of the plan.
Lu Yuntian also showed his leadership ability at this time. He directed his direct descendants to continuously charge, allowing his own forces to exert their maximum effect with few casualties.
The person sitting here in the branch is Lu Minghao. The strategy he adopted is to use the numerical advantage to crush the direct descendants. Although their casualties are more than the direct descendants, compared to their base, it is not worth it at all. Mention it.
At the beginning of the war, it was just a battle between the disciples below the third line. The branch disciples had the upper hand here because there were too many of them.
When a small number of casualties occurred among the direct descendants, Lu Yuntian asked monks from the fourth and fifth lines to join the battle. The same branch also sent monks with the same cultivation level, and the battle between them became more intense.
It was obviously difficult for Lu Yuntian to operate these battles alone, and sweat began to overflow from his forehead.
However, Lu Minghao was much more relaxed. He was drinking tea and being served by beautiful women. He only gave one order to the branch, and that was to kill him!
Shen Feng is now closely watching the changes on the battlefield. Although the direct line is now at a disadvantage, Shen Feng also understands that it is a miracle that they can survive until now. Now he is also waiting for an opportunity to use his trump card, and this The opportunity is to boost the morale of the direct clan members here.
After two hours of fierce fighting, the two sides were in a state of anxiety. It was at this time that the six-line and seven-line monks joined the battlefield. It can be said that these monks can influence the victory or defeat of the battlefield.
Now the two sides have become red-blooded. It is common to see monks with only one arm or one leg still fighting desperately despite the severe pain. Some monks started to fight physically after the dark mist was exhausted. Even a monk with a knife stuck in his body will drag an enemy to be buried with him before he dies.
Shen Feng looked at everything that happened in front of him, and he also sighed
"The so-called practice, to the end is to prove that you are the master of the sky. Those who can do this are always surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood."
At first, the monks with six lines and above still retained their strength, so the overall situation was in a balanced state. As time went by, news came that the monks with six lines were injured, and these high-level monks showed their strength without reservation. , every time they took a shot, there was a huge roar.
There are no monks around the battlefield of high-level monks, because the aftermath of the explosion between them will cause death and injury to low-level monks.
Lu Shuiwen looked at the situation in front of him, and he was already worried, because their side was slowly falling behind. Although he knew that Shen Feng had backup preparations, if all his tribesmen were wiped out, then victory would not be possible. It makes no sense.
He raised his head and glanced at Shen Feng who was tied to the long pole. He wanted to ask Shen Feng when he could take action, but when he saw Shen Feng's serious eyes looking at the battlefield, he held back. .
At this time, the battle had reached a fever pitch, and Lu Yuntian's commanding role had lost its effect, so he also used his whole body cultivation to join the battlefield.
Although he joined the battlefield in peak condition and played a role in turning the tide of a small part of the battle, it was like a pebble thrown into the sea, only causing a small wave.
Soon both sides entered a state of exhaustion, especially the direct descendants, so they began to retreat, and the balance of victory tilted towards the branch little by little.
Lu Ren looked at all this with a sneer. Everything that happened here was under his control. The reason why he hadn't taken action yet was because he was waiting for Lu Shuiwen to use his trump card.
He didn't think that clan elders like Lu Shuiwen didn't have a trump card, and this trump card could threaten him, but it couldn't cause irreparable damage, and the trump card would never be used too many times.
At this time, someone from the branch shouted loudly
"The patriarch is mighty!"
And this sentence is like giving blood to the molecular children. They stimulate the full potential of their bodies and attack the direct children with all their strength.
It was at this moment that Shen Feng shouted loudly
"It's now!"
This sudden sound made the monks on the battlefield stunned for a moment. They looked at Shen Feng who was tied to a long pole. At this time, someone began to mock.
"Is this person crazy? At this point, he still dares to speak, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue."
"That's right, I see that this man is probably scared to death by this war. He will probably end up miserable."
Lu Ren thought so too, but just as he sneered, Lu Shuiwen moved, and he threw a big net, and its direction was towards Lu Ren on the opposite side.
Because Lu Ren was in a relaxed state, and Lu Shuiwen had already been prepared, this big net was accurately placed on Lu Ren.
Lu Ren snorted coldly. He used all his strength to break out of the big net, but he found that he could not break it in a short time.
He sneered and said to himself
"Is this your trump card? It's just a big net. If I break this big net, you will die."
Lu Shuiwen took advantage of Lu Ren being trapped in the net and rushed into the battlefield. The battle he chose was the battle fought by monks with cultivation levels above six lines.
Soon, in less than three breaths, a six-marked monk was injured, followed by the second and third. A monk with his level of cultivation joined the battlefield, bringing hope to the direct descendants.
They roared and rushed towards the branch disciples. When the branch disciples saw Lu Ren trapped and Lu Shuiwen quickly harvesting heads, they began to panic, and their arrogance was instantly suppressed.
When Lu Minghao saw all this, he roared angrily
"Don't retreat, let's buy a few moments for my father to breathe, and then we will win."
