The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

In the weird space, at the junction of the black mist domain and the gray fog domain.

A fierce battle is going on here.

On one side are hundreds of iron-eating beasts of different sizes, and on the other side is the coalition army composed of Jiaolong, Tianhu, and Qingtian Ant, the number of which is far more than that of the iron-eating beasts.

The battlefield is divided into several.

In the most central battlefield, there are only three monster clans, but the power of the explosion is overwhelming, and the fog billows violently in the sky.

On the battlefield on the left, there are dozens of Nascent Soul stage monsters fighting fiercely.

The battlefield on the right is the most tragic. Hundreds of Jindan monsters fought in a melee, and their broken limbs and arms fell to the ground.

The iron-eating beasts are extremely ferocious. Facing enemies twice as much as their own, they have the will to fear death without a trace of flinching.

Until the winner was decided on the central battlefield, the half-step god-level iron-eating beast paid the price of an arm, got rid of the enemy's entanglement, and led the tribe to retreat.

The fighting subsided slowly.

There are no extra words, after a long time of fighting, the two sides have reached a tacit understanding.

Standing in the gray mist, the patriarch of the iron-eating beast with a broken arm sighed secretly as he looked at the dozen corpses of iron-eating beasts that were finally left on the battlefield.

"The clan has lost more than a dozen Jindan clan members, and one Nascent Soul clan member. If this continues, we won't last long." The elder of the iron-eating beast said in a deep voice.

As soon as he spoke, the hideous wounds on his body healed quickly.

The elder of the iron-eating beast glanced at the severed arm of the patriarch, who was also recovering rapidly at this time, but he didn't care, still looking at the battlefield with strong guilt on his face.

With a sigh, the elder of the iron-eating beast said: "The patriarch doesn't have to blame himself, the clansmen who chose to appear are all voluntary, they have known the result in advance, and they have no complaints."

He knew in his heart that these clansmen had died many times, and the price of resurrection was too high, so the ancestor chose to give up.

But it just hurts.

Seeing that the patriarch didn't intend to speak, the iron-eating beast elder sighed secretly, cupped his hands, and began to arrange for the clansmen to retreat.

The patriarch of the iron-eating beast didn't move from the beginning to the end, as if he had turned into a statue. He didn't raise his head to look at the sky until all the clansmen dispersed, and said, "Ancestor, do we still have hope?"

With no clansman by his side, he finally couldn't help but confide in his heart.

An old voice sounded out of nowhere in the space: "Haoyue, I'm sorry for you."

With a sigh, the old voice continued: "Since the appearance of that black field, our pressure has been reduced a lot. It is obvious that the other party is a friend rather than an enemy."

"His appearance has brought about a turning point. Although it is not obvious yet, at least there is hope."

"Especially in the recent period, many Golden Core monsters and even some Nascent Soul monsters have left one after another, which has relieved a lot of pressure on us."

"I believe that the final victory will be us."

The patriarch of the iron-eating beast said: "Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people in the clan who can fight. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the end."

After a pause, he said in a low voice: "Old Ancestor, for the sake of the people, can you avoid fighting as much as possible?"

The space quieted down, and after a while, the old voice sounded again: "If we don't fight, we can only let the opponent eat away at the space. With the ebb and flow, the situation we face will only become more and more difficult."

After a pause, the old man said in a heavy voice, "For the final victory, this is the necessary price!"

The patriarch of the iron-eating beast said: "Didn't you say that the black domain has been growing..."

"Haoyue!"

The old voice snorted: "The life of my family is precious, but the life of an ally is not valuable? He may even come here to save us. Do we have to treat our allies like this?"

The patriarch of the iron-eating beast lowered his head and said, "Old Ancestor, I was wrong."

Then the old voice sounded, no longer so harsh: "Haoyue, for the sake of the inheritance of the ethnic group, we must persevere, and we must not give up until the last moment."

"For the sake of the clan, never give up." The patriarch of the iron-eating beast raised his head and said in a deep voice.

……

At this time, the black field has expanded to a radius of a hundred miles, and it is extremely conspicuous in the boundless black fog.

Su Le looked down at the entire space, and looked at the gray area that had shrunk a circle, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

It looks like it's only a small circle, but because the gray area is too huge, this circle is enough to compare with Su Le's entire area.

"There is another big battle on the side of the iron-eating beasts. Their situation is getting more and more difficult. We must share as much pressure as possible for them."

Even though he couldn't see the scene of the battle, Su Le could still restore some truths by virtue of the changes in the gray mist domain.

Since he came here, the gray mist domain has shrunk a circle every once in a while, and it is now almost half smaller than it was at the beginning.

For this situation, Su Le knew very well that it must be caused by the war and the resurrection of the tribe.

Su Le didn't understand why a war would break out every once in a while, even though he knew he couldn't fight it, it was still like this all the time, wouldn't he know how to fight a guerrilla?

Isn't it good to break the whole into parts and fight guerrilla with the other party?
"A bunch of brainless guys, it's a pity that I was stopped outside and couldn't pass, otherwise I must educate these idiots hard!"

I feel a little resentful in my heart. With such weak strength as myself, I can lead Nightmare by the nose, but with such powerful strength as the iron-eating beasts, they are trapped on the ground, unable to fight back. It is simply unimaginable!
However, looking at the boundless black mist separating him from the gray mist, Su Le felt a little powerless.

Now he is not too far away from the gray mist. If King Xiaopeng is allowed to fly at full speed, an hour is almost enough.

But it was this short distance, like a moat in the sky, firmly stopping him.

He is allowed to move in other directions, but as long as he moves forward, he will be blocked by Nascent Soul in a short time.

Even if you are not careful, you will be surrounded.

Like a giant spider web, waiting for him to send it himself.

"Damn it, the young master can't make it through, and the iron-eating beasts don't know how to come?"

Su Le said bitterly: "Nightmare can tell that once I mix with the iron-eating beasts, there will be big problems, so they firmly block me."

"Are the fucking iron-eating beasts all stupid, didn't you see it at all?"

The Xiaopeng king and three monsters flying at high speed looked at each other when they heard Su Le's complaint, unable to understand why he suddenly became so angry.

It's just that in the face of the furious Su Le, none of the three monsters who knew his temper intervened, for fear that this guy would take his anger out on him.

"The three of you are also useless, it's fine if you can't make it through, and you're fucking restricted by a group of Jindan stage monsters."

"How long has it been, huh? How long has there been no progress? If this continues, I don't think I should struggle anymore. I might as well just die here!"

The three monsters who were suddenly angered did not say a word, and flew with their heads down.

"I know that once this guy is in a bad mood, no one is pleasing to the eye. He is just like a dog, who catches and bites whomever he catches."