Boom~
A clap of thunder exploded amidst the clouds, suddenly illuminating the murky sky and earth.
But the light swiftly vanished away.
The rain and mist grew denser, pouring down in torrents.
The Snake-n on the city wall were all driven away by the Barbaric Blood Guard using the most brutal ans.
The chains that ordinary Barbarian warriors couldn’t cut through, they could sever with a single stroke, and the undying Snake-n, they violently executed.
Their fierce deanor was astonishing.
Sacrificing life had a high cost, but on the battlefield, without such sacrifice, death was certain... It’s clearly evident which is heavier or lighter.
The figure wielding the heavy sword, exuding a wild aura, was not taking action at this mont.
Stepping onto the city head, they looked down ahead.
The rain pattered onto the pitch-black armor, making a jingling sound.
The raindrops shattered, enveloping them in an even heavier mist.
Betina Hisham, the King of the Barbarians, the master of this city.
Her pitch-black eyes gazed at the earth.
Like a lone wolf, or leopard on the hunt, her eyes emitted an extrely terrifying and brutal aura.
When the Snake-man army ca into view, the killing intent in her eyes almost took on a physical form.
At this mont, a commotion erupted from the Snake-n behind.
In the next mont, over a hundred Snake-n wearing dark red full armor sets, with indifferent gazes, escorted the Snake-man Lord, who was much taller and more robust than the others, forward.
"Barbarians... There’s no need to resist any longer. Lay down your weapons and surrender, and we can let you leave."
"The City of Venomous Fang has an army of 100,000... definitely not sothing you can withstand!"
"Don’t harbor any unrealistic fantasies about this land; this fertile ground is only fit for the strong to occupy..."
This is the universal rule of the Underworld, who speaks to you of morals; might is the true principle!
Betina calmly stared at the other side.
"You are... not qualified!"
But there was also so complexity in her eyes.
Perhaps, this land cannot be protected... Why is it so difficult for the Barbarians to rise?
It was like this in ancient tis, and it remains so now!
She felt a sense of being born at the wrong ti.
Millions of years ago, she led the Barbarians to rise all the way, owning a city of hundreds of thousands of Barbarians, continuing to develop, and possibly becoming the first Barbarian God.
But at the last mont, they encountered the War of Gods.
The Barbarians were swept into it, hundreds of years of hard work destroyed in an instant.
If not for accidentally obtaining a unique treasure, allowing her soul to reside within and survive, she would have long turned to dust.
This ti, by a coincidence, her soul rged into the womb of the Barbarians, and although her mory only awakened until adulthood, she managed to establish a formidable Barbarian city in just three to five years with her extraordinary talents.
She intended to lead the Barbarians to rise again, never expecting to encounter such a bizarre event as the collapse of the Underworld!
Why should the fine Underworld collapse?
She could not comprehend it at all.
Her frustration, indescribable.
At this mont, whoosh~ a patch of black specks suddenly appeared in the sky.
Under the rain curtain, creatures flapping bat wings, bearing sharp fangs, wearing black suits, and moving gracefully appeared silently.
The pouring rain, as it fell upon the heads of these beings, automatically dispersed, keeping them dry at all tis.
13th-level dark creatures—Vampires!
An evil race that feeds on blood!
Betina’s pupils suddenly contracted, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
Sure enough, in the next mont, the number of Vampires in the sky increased, and in no ti, surpassed three large squads in number.
A dense mass blotted out the sky, repelling the heavy rain...
So many, and they are flying soldiers!!
A hint of despair appeared in her eyes.
At this mont, she had just reached level 17, only ascending to extraordinary could she utilize her forr power.
If she exploded now... she would forever lose the possibility to step into Demigod, her limit would be capped at extraordinary!
But if she didn’t wield her power, this hard-built territory would be reduced to ashes in an instant.
The Barbarians would also beco the souls under the enemy’s blade!
Her heart was extrely tornted.
Life and death, responsibility, hope, race, future...
Countless emotions churned within her heart.
In the end, Betina slowly tightened her grip on the oversized heavy sword.
She leaped up, standing on the battlent in everyone’s gaze, raising her head, staring directly at the Vampire army ahead.
If she abandoned her people, how would she have the face to lead the Barbarians to rise?!
If she fell here, and the Barbarian race sunk because of it, then it showed that the Barbarians did not deserve to beco a strong race!
"Barbarians... Attack!"
With a low roar, Betina’s voice resonated, her legs bent fiercely, and then erupted.
Her entire being shot directly into the air like a cannonball, violently charging at the sky Vampires with an absolutely dominant stance.
Seeing the other side dare to disdain them so.
A trace of mockery flashed in the eyes of the leading Vampire at the forefront.
Waving his hand!
"Kill!"
The Vampires at the front swooped down, intending to hunt this Barbarian who couldn’t even fly mid-air.
As the Vampires approached, Betina suddenly extended a hand, and in the instant their claws sought to tear her apart, she grabbed its arm.
With a forceful pull, leveraging herself upward, stepping on its skull.
Bang~ With a massive force, the Vampire’s head exploded like a waterlon.
Using the force to fly onto the next enemy.
With a swing of the heavy sword in her hand, thunk~ it cleaved in two, stepping on its lower half, leveraging again!
anwhile, the Vampires behind exuded a stream of sanguine energy.
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