1046 The battle at the entrance

Seeing Robert charge toward the altar like a mad demon, the Tigerman Captain and his companions didn't hesitate any longer. They roared in unison and brandished their battle swords as they charged forward.

At this moment, they had no fear, only a common enemy.

From the day they met each other, they had always advanced and retreated together. They had never let their companions be attacked from the front and back. They could also completely leave their backs to their companions.

Unless their comrades fell, they only had to face the enemy in front of them!

Although they had never made an oath to live and die together, they had used their actions to show their attitude. They would never watch their companions fall into danger while they chose to stand by and do nothing.

Now that the little bird had already left, the Tigerman Captain and the others were filled with grief, anger, and sorrow.

Although they knew that they would die in battle one day, no one expected that they would not be the first to leave, but the little bird, the girl they cared for like a sister.

She wasn't an adult yet, and her future was still long. However, Yingluo ...

"Little bird, big brother will take revenge for you!"

The dragonkin man let out an angry roar and brandished his battle blade like a whirlwind. He rampaged through the dense dark spirits, forming a fire Dragon wherever he passed.

The Tigermen Captain, green eyes, rabbit ears, and the other companions they had spent a lot of time with seemed to have gone crazy at this moment. They killed the dark spirits that were rushing toward them one after another.

They were like a pack of wolves in a desperate situation, bursting out with a violent aura that made people tremble with fear, pushing all the way to the altar.

At the same time, hundreds of contract cultivators also joined the battle. They relied on their demon-killing weapons that were lethal to the dark spirits to kill them in batches!

The " warship " formed by 500 contract cultivators pressed forward in the sea of dark spirits. Under their impact, the dark spirits that covered almost half of the Sea of Bones were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Lords of Holy Dragon City at the back watched the scene in front of them quietly, but they could not help.

The reason why these native cultivators were gathered for this God-slaying operation was that only the natives with sharp senses could find the entrance to the small world of the native gods.

Another reason was that if they wanted to eliminate the believers of the indigenous gods guarding the entrance of the small world, they would need the help of the indigenous cultivators. If outsiders were to intervene, they would inevitably be rejected and suppressed by the power of this world.

In that case, the strength that the Holy Dragon City cultivators could display would not even be comparable to these native cultivators!

Even if Tang Zhen were to personally take action, he would also encounter a similar treatment. In fact, the force of suppression and rejection would be even stronger.

Only by breaking open the entrance of the small world would Tang Zhen and the others be able to unleash their full strength and turn the small world of the native gods upside down!

Therefore, the success or failure of this operation would depend on these contract cultivators. In order to allow them to display their full strength, the Holy Dragon City made an exception and equipped them with expensive standard equipment.

These contract cultivators didn't disappoint Tang Zhen because they had already arrived near the altar in just a few seconds.

Without any hesitation, the contract cultivators immediately split into two teams. One team was responsible for blocking the dark spirits, while the other team tacitly took out magic-breaking grenades and threw them at the statue of namilla.

"BOOM!"

Intense flames rose into the air, directly enveloping namilla's statue. In the midst of the raging flames, an earth-shaking roar suddenly sounded.

Namilla's 10-meter-tall statue jumped out of the flames, dragging its burnt body and charging at the contract cultivator with a sword.

The various monsters that had been crawling under its feet also moved at this moment. They glared with blood-red eyes and black gas surrounded their bodies as they followed namilla in launching their attacks.

The contract cultivators didn't back off in the face of the Furious statue. Some of them were in charge of blocking the front, while the others at the back took out their rifles and fired at the statue.

The dense barrage of bullets rushed towards the statue like a splash of water. Countless fragments fell, and the pitch-black statue was instantly broken.

"Ant!"

Black smoke spurted out of Namira's eyes as she was covered in wounds. She let out an angry roar, and her huge battle sword, which was covered in darkness and filth, ruthlessly hacked at the contract cultivators.

The few contract cultivators couldn't Dodge in time and could only raise their swords and shields to block. However, they were directly knocked back and their bodies were wrapped in black aura and filth that seemed to be alive.

After they fell to the ground, blood spurted out of their mouths. Their expressions were constantly struggling, as if they were resisting the invasion of this dark force.

Just as the living darkness was about to cover their heads and their eyes turned pitch-black, filled with evil and filth, a Holy Dragon City Lord appeared at lightning speed and reached out to grab these contract cultivators.

Looking at his cultivation aura, he was clearly a Nine Star horde leader who was only one step away from King level!

His mind power turned into a huge hand and reached into the bodies of the contract cultivators, pulling out the dark filth.

In the large hand conjured by the Holy Dragon City Lord's mind power, the dark aura, which seemed to be alive, kept struggling, letting out a low but vexing roar.

The Holy Dragon City Lord laughed evilly. A flame extended from his spiritual force hand, directly burning these things into ashes!

The injured contract cultivators were still groaning and vomiting blood, but they were no longer worried about being possessed. With the protection of the armor, they would not lose their lives.

After giving these contract cultivators a simple treatment and stuffing a pill into their mouths, the Holy Dragon City Lord moved like lightning to treat the other injured contract cultivators.

These guys were still of great use, and they couldn't die so easily!

Although the contract cultivators were injured in succession, they had also achieved obvious results. Namilla's statue was already riddled with holes, one of her arms was missing, half of her head was broken, and two large holes appeared on her waist and chest!

If this wasn't a statue where his soul resided, but a real body, he would probably be close to death.

Even so, the attack power of the statue was greatly reduced. It kept letting out angry but futile roars, but it was met with an even fiercer attack from the contract cultivator!

Robert was even more fearless. He was always at the front line of the attack, and he would occasionally throw out a spell scroll.

Even though he had been stepped on by the statue before, he still gritted his teeth and got up, revealing his blood-stained teeth as he laughed and rushed toward Namira's statue.

The surrounding contract cultivators were secretly shocked by his crazy look.

The other contract cultivators did not back down either. They knew very well that if they did not destroy the statue today, the Holy Dragon City would never let them leave.

Since it was either him or him, what was there to hesitate about?

Under everyone's combined attacks, the statue of namilla's movements became slower and slower. Finally, it stopped moving and shattered into countless pieces.

A black shadow suddenly appeared and shot into the distance.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, grabbed the black figure in his hand, and threw him directly into the mirror-made door that appeared beside him.

A handsome face with a cheeky smile flashed past the mirror.

Tang Zhen faintly smiled as he swept his gaze across the panting contract cultivator whose body was covered in battle marks.

well done. Leave the rest to us. You can rest well!

Tang Zhen's fist smashed towards the empty air after his voice sounded. After which, a cluster of flames appeared and directly wrapped around the altar.

In the process of the flames burning, a hole slowly appeared and then continued to expand. An unknown space appeared in front of everyone.