Chapter 1467： A warrior of the desert race, never give up (1/2)
Huang Hui, a young man from the Huang clan, said with an anxious look on his face.
”Lord, please be sure to save our deserted race!”
”We the Desolate Clan guarded the Desolate Fruit for millions of years! We are waiting for your arrival! So we can offer the Desolate Fruit to you!”
”Master!”
Huang Hui, a young man from the Huang clan, touched his head directly to the ground, making collision sounds, and wisps of blood flowed out without knowing it.
”Desolate Clan? Desolate Fruit?”
”I am incumbent on the danger of the deserted clan!”
”You lead the way, let's go to the desert clan!”
Fang Fan waved his hand and ordered directly, his eyes flickering.
Fang Fan had already perceived the character of the warriors of the desert tribe, and each of them was a natural warrior! Have all the good qualities of being a fighter!
And... they are also their most important source of faith!
Every cultivator of the Wild Clan is a reserve for mad believers!
The fact that Fang Fan is able to harvest nearly 200,000 powers of faith every day is actually provided by these deserted tribesmen!
With emotion and reason, Fang Fan needs to save the desert clan!
Following Fang Fan's order, everyone flew directly to the place of the desert clan!
Deep in the crying gorge, a thick black mist, surrounded by mountains, and complicated terrain, this is the reason why these so-called gods can hide here for so long.
At this moment, outside the deserted inner city... tens of thousands of cultivators surrounded this place, and the battle was raging!
”Huanggan! You old fellow! Give us the Desolate God Fruit, and your Desolate Race can still survive here! Our major forces can still coexist with each other!”
”Otherwise... hehe... today is the day when your desert clan is extinct!”
In the crowd, a man with an obvious black horn on his head said proudly.
”Brahma Passes! You are delusional!”
”The Desolate Fruit is fostered by our Desolate Clan under the Crown of Desolate God! This is the Divine Fruit under the Crown of the Great Desolate God! You dare to blaspheme the Desolate Fruit! You must be condemned by the heavens!”
”My desolate warrior! Even if the last drop of blood is drained, I will fight to the end! Battle!”