C59 Recruitment Again

He stared at the battlefield and said to himself in pain, "Didn't you say that all the Martial Cultivator will fight in the Full Moon Valley?"

"Why are there so many Martial Cultivator in this battlefield?"

"Are they going to violate the rules of the continent for thousands of years?"

"Aren't they afraid of being attacked by the entire continent?"

Tantai Geming had ten thousand questions in his mind. He was confused. Why did the war become like this? Who were those people from the Red Armored Army? Why would they help the Chuhuang Tribe? He had never seen such a powerful group of people when he was young?

Could they be... Heavenly Gods?

This was impossible. How could a Heavenly deity do such a heartless and inhumane thing?

"Fiends..." Tantai Geming was certain that the person in front of him was definitely a demon.

"Zhan Taeyuan, come here. We might be completely wiped out in this war. Quickly lead a group of men and quickly move all the women and children in our tribe. We'll block them for you! " Tantai Geming shouted at the top of his voice.

The sound of the battlefield was deafening, drowning out everything!

Tantai Geming realized that there was no way to change this. The only thing he could do now was to move all the women and children to a safe place. He did not believe that the red-clothed devils on the battlefield would be merciful and let the women and children go. If they were so kind... A bloody massacre wouldn't have happened just now.

Zhan Youran heard Tantai Geming's words and quickly went to carry it out. At this moment, there was no longer a scene of living and dying together, because they all knew that... If they were delayed by one more second, even more people would die. This was a battle of life and death!

On the other side of the Full Moon Valley, many Martial Cultivator were burning with anger. They had never dreamt that the war between the two great tribes would be... Although it would be a war that would sacrifice countless people, it was still a war that would decide the future of the continent. But in the eyes of all the tribes, this was a sacred war. They had rules and at the very least, humanity.

But now, it had become a massacre, a war of extermination for the Zhantai Tribe.

Cold wind blew across the Full Moon Valley. This was no longer important, because they were already cold enough. This cold wind was really nothing!

They looked at the people in the sky. Some of the weaker Martial Cultivator had already died. The Martial Cultivator, whose cultivation was slightly stronger, had dodged the attack just now.

There seemed to be a second round of attack. The Red Armored Army did not seem to be in a hurry. They chose to torture the fish on the chopping board.

"What I said just now is still effective. Those who are at least at the third level of the Initial Qi Stage are willing to submit. They can be spared from death. " Suddenly, the red-clothed sturdy man said with a sneer on his face. He wanted to give these people a chance to choose again through intimidation. Killing them would be useless to him. On the contrary... If he kept them, he could use them more for himself.

This way, he would save a lot of energy.

However, below him, it was still quiet as always, so quiet that it was somewhat terrifying. Only the aura of death drifted about, not feeling the slightest bit of popularity.

Cold, just one word!

The people who were still alive looked at the corpses that had fallen one after another, and their hearts were filled with endless sorrow.