At this time, the time has entered the second half of the night, and in the jungle beside the river in the eastern prehistoric part of the world, the human tribe has been facing off against the attacking ghost tide for nearly an hour.
At this time, the tribal people continued to perform sacrifices and dances. Although they were not depressed, the traces of sweat running down their faces and their hoarse roars all showed the hard work they had endured.
Maybe, the limit will come in the next second, and then suddenly collapse.
Yan Zaishan naturally knew how hard it was for the tribesmen below to persevere, but precisely because of this, he could not be impatient. He had to wait patiently for the opportunity and strive to give Gui Chao a hard and unforgettable blow.
Finally, the ghost tide still couldn't match the patience of Yan and the human race, and began to launch a new offensive.
"Attention, everyone, the ghost tide has begun to advance." Yan leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the movement below, and he did not forget to remind him.
As the ghost tide pushes forward, the black wind and ghost mist it swells gets bigger, the temperature in the isolation zone drops further, and the balance between the flames and the dark wind is broken.
As the ghost tide continued to approach, the wind became stronger and stronger. Firewood in the fire wall was constantly blown up by the strong wind and smashed in the direction of the human race. The flames were suppressed again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In Yan's slightly narrowed eyes, the fire wall that originally shot up to a height of more than ten meters was suppressed by half in a moment. At the same time, the whole body slowly moved back, and the width of the fire wall began to narrow.
"Don't think about the future. Throw all the firewood in for me."
Yan watched the ghost tide continue to push forward firmly, regardless of the ghost mist that was constantly fading under the high temperature of the flames, and the ghost shadows that screamed and struggled to dissipate. He knew that the time for the decisive battle had come.
Thinking this in his heart, Yan gently closed his eyes, and the fire lotus appeared around him again. At the same time, the divine flames of merit began to differentiate, and finally they all fell into the fire lotus, dyeing the fire lotus purple. .
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, the ghost tide had officially begun to enter the fire field. The hot flames and the cold ghost realm finally began to collide directly face-to-face.
"Zizi~"
The collision of extreme cathode and yang caused chaos in the fire scene. The ghost mist in the ghost tide faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the midst of ghosts crying and wolf howling, countless ghost shadows disappeared in this collision.
Although the consumption and losses of the Ghost Tide were considerable, the results it achieved were also obvious to all.
Under the suppression of the ghost realm, the raging fire was supported by a large amount of firewood invested by the humans, but the moment the ghost tide collided with the wall of fire, the flames began to extinguish in large areas.
In Yan's eyes, the fire wall several hundred meters wide began to extinguish at this moment as the ghost tide continued to advance, and the fire wall was swallowed up by the ghost tide at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If no other force intervenes, it can be predicted that without too much effort, the ghost tide will completely extinguish the fire and ultimately win this confrontation.
However, Yan obviously will not sit back and watch such a result happen.
Seeing the ghost tide advancing in the fire field with a lose-lose tactic, and the wall of fire constantly extinguishing under the pressure of the ghost tide, Yan not only did not panic, but instead showed a trace of crazy fanaticism in his eyes.
"Yan, is there any other way!" Looking at the extinguishing fire and the approaching ghost tide, the patriarch shouted loudly with red eyes.
At this time, the clan leader can only place his hope on Yan, who has repeatedly achieved miracles. Not only the clan leader, but also all the clan members turned their attention to the mountain top behind them.
However, this time they were disappointed. At this time, Yan was trying his best to control the fire lotus around him, nervously watching to judge the best time for the final blow, and had no time to worry about them.
Without waiting for Laiyan's response, a trace of despair flashed in the patriarch's eyes, then he took a deep breath and shouted: "Everyone gather together, we will fight these ghosts!"
"Yes, fight them!"
"Fight!"
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In a desperate situation, although they were desperate, the fearlessness and courage deeply rooted in the blood of the human race made them unwilling to accept their fate. Even if there was no chance of death, they still did not give up their last persistence and struggle, and they all shouted and chose to fight.
Although Yan was aware of the reaction of the tribe below, he could no longer control it at this time.
When the ghost tide advanced more than half of the fire wall and completely suppressed the flames in the fire field, Yan knew that the time had come and could not wait any longer.
"Right now!"
Yan's eyes flashed, and he pushed hard towards the foot of the mountain with both hands. Nearly a thousand purple fire lotuses swirling around him suddenly swarmed towards the fire field at the foot of the mountain.
"Look! It's Yan! He's taking action."
The tribesmen who were quickly gathering at the foot of the mountain were about to make the last move. At this time, they saw the purple torrent pouring down from the top of the mountain behind them. The flames of hope emerged from their eyes again, and they screamed wildly and madly.
At the same time, the ghost tide that was advancing in an orderly manner in the wall of fire paused slightly at the moment when the purple torrent appeared, and fluctuated for a moment, but finally continued to move forward amidst bursts of roars.
Obviously, they didn't care about the purple torrent that suddenly fell from the sky.
It was too late and then it was too late. In just a second, the purple torrent completely ignored the ghost wind and crashed into the scene with a arrogant attitude.
"Boom~"
Along with the arrival of the purple torrent, like a comet falling to the ground, a huge roar suddenly exploded in the night sky. In an instant, purple flames spread across the sky, leaving only a vast purple patch within a hundred miles.
The purple flame fell into the fire and exploded suddenly. The unextinguished flame was instantly dyed purple. The temperature that had been suppressed by the ghost realm suddenly rose. The extinguished firewood rekindled under the high temperature of the purple flame.
Without giving the ghost tide any time to react, the fire wall had already returned to its original size the moment the purple flames landed. Even with the blessing of the purple flames, the flames in the fire wall burned even more fiercely, and the temperature soared rapidly.
As the temperature soared, and with the blessing of the divine flames of merit in the purple flames, the fire wall's restraint effect on the ghosts also increased to a higher level.
The ghost tide that had advanced hundreds of meters in the fire wall was suddenly in the midst of a raging fire when faced with such a premeditated sudden change. There was no resistance at all. The ghost realm suddenly burst under the high temperature of the fire, and those who were in it were Countless ghosts and ghosts disappeared in an instant.
Yan could see clearly on the mountain that at that moment, all the ghosts within the wall of fire did not escape the fate of annihilation, without any exception.
"Haha~" Yan stood on the top of the mountain in high spirits, watching the group of ghosts below the mountain being annihilated, and most of the ghost wave dissipating under his premeditated blow. Finally, he couldn't help laughing excitedly.
"After so many years of practice, I finally have some momentum."
