"They are finished." The six demigods were all very sure of this.
As strong as they were, they had seen the weaknesses of the witch clan after hundreds of years of plane battles.
"Their physical strength is extremely strong, even a giant dragon cannot compare to them! They are also very fast! What's more, the terrifying blood mist can quickly recover from injuries as long as it devours flesh and blood." A demigod said slowly.
His eyes were full of praise for the witch clan.
"Such a race is simply born to fight."
"Indeed, even the common problem of most creatures, weak souls, does not seem to be simple." This is the demigod named Lord of Dawn. He obtained a trace of the dawn divinity from his brother, the Lord of Dawn. Relying on this trace of divinity, he comprehended the priesthood of the dawn, established the Dawn Cult, and cultivated three thousand holy supplicants.
He looked at the Wu Clan with a smile on his face, paused, and seemed to sigh, "At least, over the years, as long as the Holy Prayer was performed, it has never failed. This is the only time I have failed in hundreds of years, and I lost three thousand Holy Prayers."
"It's really annoying!" Although he said so, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. As long as the Dawn Clergy and the Dawn Cult are still there, he can train a group of Holy Prayers in at most fifty years. Although the number and rank are not as terrifying as now, it is not much different.
"Such a strong race, born for war, even the dragon can't compare, it's just too strong."
Finally, the six demigods smiled and looked at Lu Yan together.
"It must be very time-consuming and resource-consuming to train them."
This feeling of watching the race of the new and powerful pantheon fall in his hands is really too refreshing.
Lu Yan: ? ? ? ? It takes
a lot of time to train?
You may not know that this is their weakest and most initial state. The real witches, not to mention you demigods, even real gods can be blown up with one punch.
Moreover, it is troublesome to cultivate?
Lu Yan lowered his head and looked at the remaining 297,000 diluted witch bloods, and fell into deep thought.
Is this a trouble?
It seems a bit.
After all, these guys are really good at eating.
"It's a pity that they are going to fall here now."
The last six demigods raised their heads slightly, like high gods, standing in the endless void, each with a thousand square kilometers of divine domain, and said so with a smile of a winner.
Lu Yan is very familiar with this kind of smile, which probably belongs to the winner. When treating the loser, although he feels very happy and happy in his heart, he has to show his so-called winner's demeanor with false concern.
"Such a perfect race, born for war! In terms of direct combat, no one can defeat them."
"But their biggest weakness is!"
"Number!"
"Three thousand, no matter how strong they are! They are facing a coalition of 500,000 races, not 500,000 pigs!"
"Maybe at the beginning, no one can defeat them, but as time goes by, how much combat power can they have left?"
"What's more, they relied on surprise attacks to sneak attack 2,000 mages before. Do you think it will happen again?"
Lu Yan lowered his head and looked at the scene in the plane fragments.
After a long battle, there were only more than 300,000 of the coalition forces of more than 500,000 races left.
The witch tribe killed more than 200,000 coalition forces of all ranks.
The terrifying combat power
was revealed.
But it was indeed as they said, the witch tribe had only 3,000 people.
Facing the coalition forces that were still boundless and like the ocean, they were like reefs on the seashore. Although they stood firm,
sooner or later, the water dripped through the stone.
They gradually showed signs of fatigue.
What was more fatal was that the harm of the dirty blood gradually became apparent.
As more and more people were killed, the Wu clan's mind had completely gone crazy.
They no longer had the initial cooperation and tacit collaboration. They
began to fight on their own.
They were even gradually separated, and then fell into a miserable situation of being attacked from all sides.
The black dragon in the sky also joined the battle. As long as there were not more than two Wu clans attacking at the same time, they could not defeat a single Wu clan, but they could escape. The
crazy Wu clan only needed to be slightly angered to shift their targets, allowing the black dragon to attack them frequently.
Lu Yan seemed to understand why such a strong race as the Wu clan would eventually die out.
Even without the dirty blood, the Wu clan's mind was too easily affected by killing.
The monks wanted to support the Wu clan.
However, the elf archers who had been useless and useless before finally had a place to use their skills.
There were a total of 80,000 fifth- and sixth-level elf archers.
This is the most famous and stable long-range force in this world.
The number of 80,000 also made it difficult for these monks to protect themselves.
Relying on the Qi of the body cultivators and the occasional aerial support from the red-crowned cranes, they managed to hold on.
However, the powerful long-range power of the elves made the red-crowned cranes dare not approach.
It seems that, as these demigods said, if there is no miracle, the three thousand witches, the Canglong Army, and the Zhenshan Army will sooner or later be exhausted to death by this huge meat grinder.
"It seems that you have also seen it, right? We are not wrong, your races are dead!"
"What a pity! It will take at least a hundred years to cultivate such a strong race again? For such a long time, the development of the God Realm will be stagnant, and they can only go down again pitifully to find those small plane fragments of dozens of square kilometers, recuperate, and lick their wounds silently."
"After a hundred years, you are still a demigod, but we have become gods."
"If you don't fight with us, nothing will happen." These demigods still have a condescending smile on their faces, revealing a disgusting smile.
After taking another look at the dirty blood, Lu Yan said calmly, "You are really disgusting!"
"What?" The six demigods were stunned. They didn't expect Lu Yan to say such a thing at this time.
"I said you are really disgusting. Whether it's your smile or your words, from the inside out, from head to toe, it's disgusting!" Lu Yan shook his head.
Then, he selected the most devout believers from his own divine domain.
The dirty blood of the witch clan!
"Disgusting? You said we are disgusting?" The demigod named Lord of Dawn narrowed his eyes, as if he was about to get angry, but in an instant, a disgusting smile reappeared on his face. "Is this impotent rage?" "
Besides some verbal disputes, what else can you do? Just watch your race die in battle?"
"The barking of the loser! Do you think we care?"
"Really?" Lu Yan said briefly and calmly pointed at the plane fragments.
"Look!"
"What are you looking at? See how you were defeated? Can you still send more troops? Hahahaha, do you want to tell us that you still have that kind of terrifying race?"
The six demigods chuckled and turned their eyes away.
The next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.