"Ah?"
Yu Wenxin asked, "Don't you want to think of a way? Just like me, save them through negotiations."
"There's no time left! Everything is centered on the high priest! I will keep the sacrifice of my seventh brother in the hearts of the Sky Clan."
Yu Wen Jingwen's expression turned icy, "And with such a blizzard, the Sheng people will surely retreat to south of the Great Wall soon, and then what awaits them is refinement!
"The deep-seated hatred of blood between my Sky Clan and Liangzhou!
"There will also be an outcome!"
...
Langjuxu Mountain.
"Ridiculous!"
The Great Khan of the Yuwen Tribe also received the news.
He almost flipped the table in front of him.
As soon as the battle started, the Yuwen Tribe lost three generals in succession!
The faces of the other three tribe's khans all showed a bit of schadenfreude.
"Calm down!"
At the altar.
The high priest of the Witch God Sect burst out with a black and red evil Qi.
"The great ritual begins!"
