More expectation, more disappointment.

A moment ago, Huang Liang thought that if Lu Ye broke the protective magic circle, the traction altar protected by it would be destroyed.

But in fact, the strength of this altar is beyond imagination!

All the Longteng cultivators who were paying attention to the movements on this side of the altar lost their minds.

"You ants... what are you expecting?" Xue Xiao's cold and stern voice sounded, and he rolled up a layer of blood and killed a monk of Haoran Academy who was closest to him.

The monk was in a trance, but he couldn't block Xue Xiao's attack, and was stabbed into the chest by his hand, and a beating heart was directly grabbed out.

"Junior Brother Qi!" An exclamation sounded, and more than a dozen strong men from the Haoran Academy quickly turned their minds and used their swords to kill the enemy.

However, a corner of the sword formation was broken, and they were dealing with a strong man like Xue Xiao. How difficult is it to stabilize the formation? For a moment, the sword formation on the side of Haoran Academy was in danger.

Yuan Changcun suddenly understood.

It turns out that all this is just a cover!

The reason why the blood owl and the blood monks guarding the altar joined the battlefield without any hesitation was not due to the situation, nor was it because of their carelessness, but the altar itself was indestructible!

After all, this is an altar made of materials brought by the blood race from the blood world, how could it be so easy to destroy.

The existence of the protective circle was a guarantee as well as a cover, which made Long Teng mistakenly think that as long as the protective circle was broken, the altar could be destroyed.

But in fact, the greatest despair is after destroying the protective circle.

The sudden loss of mind caused many casualties on Long Teng's side, plus the influence of the inexplicable large formation arranged by the blood race here, the advantages accumulated by Long Teng in the early stage have disappeared.

And this is not the most desperate.

What makes people feel even more desperate is that there is an extremely strange aura coming from the sky above the altar, and in the sky, there are vaguely floating figures that seem to break through the sky at any time.

The altar is pulling the coming of the blood world all the time, the boundary between Mohu blood world and Longteng world, although there is no way to completely pull the blood world down in a short time, but the next batch of support from the blood race is already ready, and I am afraid it will not take long. There are more blood clans coming to Longteng.

Once this kind of thing happened, the cultivator Long Teng would have no power to resist, and the only thing waiting for Long Teng was his destruction!

"Attack again!" Huang Liang roared.

With the fall of his voice, the spirit boat formation moored outside the battlefield buzzed again, and after a while, beams of light swept towards the traction altar and bombarded it.

The majestic and huge altar shook slightly, but remained unscathed.

The sturdiness of this altar is beyond what Brother Longteng imagined.

Huang Liang's eyeballs were bloodshot.

This time, without waiting for his order, the third wave of the spirit boat's attack has arrived.

Looking down from the sky, one after another thunderous beams of light would sweep over every few moments, bombarding the altar with great force.

So five rounds...

Finally, Huang Liang saw hope. On the altar, there were clearly some pits and cracks at the place that was bombarded.

This altar is indeed strong, but it is not indestructible. As long as it is strong enough, it can be destroyed.

However, just when hope rose again in his heart, there was a sudden explosion sound from outside the battlefield. JrNovels.com