Hearing the anxious shouts from the visitor, the Xianyan Tribe suddenly felt like it was in a panic.

At this moment, both men, women, young and old rushed out of the house. Some of them held sharp blades, some of them held hoes, and some of them held kitchen knives... All things that could hurt people were used by them.

"Damn it, this should be the large army of the Black Moon Tribe." Guo Rong opened his eyes wide and shouted viciously: "It's just right here. Even if I die here today, I will avenge the old leader!"

"Yes, even if we die, we will avenge the old leader!"

For a moment, Uncle Wu's echo sounded, and everyone in the Xianyan tribe surrounded him. Their strength was uneven. Some were in the Golden Pill stage, while others were just ordinary people who had only practiced the martial arts of strengthening their bodies. However, without exception, no one retreated at this moment.

Huang Hao looked at this scene and showed a look of admiration in his eyes.

This Xianyan tribe is still the same, with the upper and lower levels united. It’s a pity that this is an underground world and lacks resources. If it is placed on the ground world, such a tribe can definitely become a powerful force.

"Senior, look, the Black Moon Tribe is about to be called. It's too dangerous here. You and the Saint will leave here immediately, so as not to harm the fish in the pond."

Guo Rong looked at Huang Hao with a hint of anxiety in his face.

"Yes, you are a noble alchemist. If you die here, it would be worth it."

"Saint, please leave here with this senior alchemist. There are many powerful people in the Black Moon Tribe, including many Nascent Soul Cultivators, and even powerful people in the God Transformation Stage. You will definitely be killed by them if you stay here."

...

As Guo Rong said, waves of admonition suddenly sounded around him.

Looking at the concerned look on the faces of everyone around him, Huang Hao and his group felt a little warm.

"His grandma, although these guys are very weak, they really enjoy my appetite." Yaki, whose face was blocked by his cloak, cursing, his tone was a world apart from the indifference he had always shown before.

"What should you do if we leave?" Li Yan asked hoarsely with red eyes.

"Haha, in the underground world, the rise and demise of tribes are common. If we die in the battle surrounding tribes, it will be our glory." Guo Rong took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression.

"Defend the tribe to the death!"

"Defend the tribe to the death!"

"Defend the tribe to the death!"

For a moment, there were waves of shouts in the tribe, and under Guo Rong's words, everyone's fighting spirit was completely mobilized.

Huang Hao looked at Guo Rong and couldn't help but give Guo Rong a thumbs up. Although Guo Rong only said a few words, his fearless spirit immediately infected everyone.

This person is definitely a qualified leader!

"We won't leave." Huang Hao said firmly: "The Black Moon Tribe came to the door because of the death of the Young Master Fenglin of the Black Moon Tribe. After all, the Young Master Fenglin was indeed dead at my hands, which means that I am the culprit of this incident. If I leave today, who am I still considered?"

Hearing Huang Hao's words, the many cultivators from the Xianyan Tribe present were all stunned, and their eyes were stunned when they looked at Huang Hao.

Originally, they guessed that the death of Young Master Fenglin should be related to Huang Hao, the alchemist senior. After all, the news of Young Master Fenglin’s death happened to be spread throughout the underground world shortly after the departure of this senior alchemist senior. It was a coincidence in time. But if Huang Hao insisted on keeping himself out of the matter, no one could hold this hat on his head.

Unexpectedly, at this most critical moment, Huang Hao actually admitted it himself.

To admit that he killed the Young Master Fenglin is tantamount to taking on the responsibility for this war. How courage does it take?

"Senior, don't talk nonsense." Guo Rong said in a low voice: "If you really killed this Young Master Fenglin, then you should leave even more. Feng Lei from the Black Moon Tribe is the father of Young Master Fenglin, and is also the most powerful man in the God Transformation Stage. There are only a few who can beat him in the underground world. If he hits him, he will definitely kill you."

Hearing Guo Rong's words, Huang Hao and his group all showed a smile.

"You need to say nothing, we won't leave." Huang Hao said, "Today, I want to see what three heads and six arms in the Black Moon Tribe can kill people under my nose!"

"Senior, you are really..." Guo Rong saw Huang Hao as if he was determined to leave, so he had to sigh lightly, and then said to the people of the tribes around him: "You guys will follow you later, and be sure to protect your safety!"

The people agreed reluctantly. Obviously, compared to protecting Huang Hao, they were more willing to charge and kill the enemy. However, due to Guo Rong's order and the friendship that Huang Hao had helped them, they did not say anything, but stood by Huang Hao and Li Yan.

In response to this, Huang Hao and his group smiled kindly. Although the most powerful thing about these people was the Golden Pill stage, this protection friendship made Huang Hao and others have a higher impression of the Xianyan Tribe.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Xianyan tribe became completely busy. Under Guo Rong's command, the tribe's arsenal was opened to cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Stage. These people could obtain simple armor and low-level magic weapons from the arsenal.

These armors and magic weapons have obviously been around for many years, and are covered with mottled traces. You can tell at a glance that each of these magic weapons and magic weapons has undergone countless battles.

After obtaining the armor and magic weapons, these cultivators lined up in an array and stood at the front of the tribe, like a flesh-and-blood Great Wall, protecting the entire tribe behind them. The people of the Black Moon Tribe wanted to rush into the tribe to slaughter the old, weak, women and children of the tribe, and could only cross over their bodies.

Behind them, the elderly, weak, women and children of the Xianyan Tribe gathered together. Although they could not reach the front line, they could do many things to treat the wounded. Although there were very few people who could truly be rescued in the melee, as long as there was a front line, they would try their best to keep any soul dissipated.

When the members of the Xianyan Tribe lined up and prepared for the battle, a slight tremor also came from outside the cave.

"Here you come!" As the slight vibration sounded, the entire Xianyan tribe suddenly became quiet. Everyone held the weapons in their hands tightly and quietly waited for the arrival of the enemy.

There were beads of sweat on their faces. No one was not afraid of the Black Moon Tribe. They knew deeply that the strength gap between the two sides would be. Today's war would inevitably be the final result of the Xianyan Tribe being exterminated. However, no one chose to retreat, even if he had fear in his heart, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The earth's vibration is getting stronger and stronger, and the Black Moon Tribe army outside is getting closer and closer to the cave. From the frequency of the vibration, it can be seen that the number of the Black Moon Tribe's army this time is absolutely terrifying.

For a moment, everyone's tightly held weapons were unsheathed, and their fighting spirit rose from their bodies frantically.

The battle is about to begin!

"Boom--"

Finally, the vibration of the earth became even stronger. In everyone's eyes, a large group of people rushed in at the entrance of the cave.

This is a group of cultivators with black armor covered all over their bodies. They are in order during the process and are obviously trained professionally. At this moment, looking from a high place, it seems like a black tide suddenly passed through the cave entrance and slapped hard at everyone in the Xianyan Tribe.

"Guru——"

Many people in the Xianyan Tribe couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Even though they had long expected how luxurious the Black Moon Tribe's lineup would be, they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw the Black Moon Tribe's lineup with their own eyes.

They did not expect that the large army sent by the Black Moon Tribe to attack a small tribe like them had so many people. At first glance, the people in the Black Moon Tribe would not be less than 10,000.

What is the concept of ten thousand?

You should know that even the Xianyan tribe in its heyday had only 3,000 people. At this moment, the Xianyan tribe had experienced several battles, and the number was even less than 1,500 people. At this moment, the total number was less than 1,000 people. Moreover, there were some old people and women among the thousands.

The difference in the number of people is ten times more than ten times! Not to mention that there are many powerful auras in that army of ten thousand people.

Those people must be practitioners in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Today, we may die..." Guo Rong whispered to everyone around him: "But we are worthy of the lords of the Xianyan Tribe. We are fighting for the tribe, we are heroes!"

"Yes, isn't it just death? What's the difference between living in this dark world and dying?"

"I can kill you in a while, kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one."

"Hahaha, let's compete in a while. No one needs to die first, but they will kill more than anyone else!"

...

Everyone in the Xianyan tribe said one by one, and they were quite keen and laughing, and were not afraid of danger. But everyone understood that they would die today. The reason why they laughed was that they did not want the enemy to look down on them.

"Senior, I'm sorry." At this time, several Xianyan Tribe practitioners who were guards around Huang Hao clasped their fists at the Haolang people and said, "We are going to fight for the tribe, our brothers need us!"

While speaking, these people rushed into the battle formation of the Xianyan Tribe without looking back, and suddenly integrated into the fighting spirit condensed by everyone.

Looking at these people, Huang Hao and others were a little silent. The Xianyan tribe's look of death was truly touched.

"Today, I don't want to see someone dead in the Xianyan tribe!" Huang Hao sighed lightly, and a sharp murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "Baki, I'll leave it to you."
Chapter completed!