People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

Inside the barrier, people from all forces stared blankly at the black barrier covering their heads, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

The barrier looked more and more eerie and terrifying at this moment. It originally had a hint of illusion, but now it was as solid as a solid wall of iron and steel. It was like an insurmountable chasm stretched across their heads, ruthlessly cutting off all their thoughts.

Everyone recalled the raging fire of greed that ignited in their hearts when they first heard that the relics of the Fighting Saint had appeared here. They thought that if they were lucky enough to find the legendary heavenly martial arts techniques in the relics, they would be able to reach the top in one step, and make their own strength and that of their forces soar to the sky, and walk sideways in this Fighting Continent from then on.

With such a fluke mentality, they rushed to join in the fun regardless of the long journey and the difficulties and obstacles, expecting to return with a full load.

But now, before I even saw the shadow of my baby, I have fallen into such a desperate situation.

The dangerous aura emanating from the black barrier was like a sharp blade hanging high in the air, which could fall at any time and completely cut off their chances of survival.

Everyone felt their hearts filled with despair. The weapons in their hands seemed to become extremely heavy. They no longer had the energy they had to fight for the treasure.

Many people had regretful looks on their faces, secretly blaming themselves for being so greedy and having to get involved in this muddy water.

Those who originally wanted to show their talents and become famous are now at a loss. They can only stand there blankly like headless flies in this increasingly depressing atmosphere, not knowing what to do. They just wait in vain, hoping that a miracle will happen.

"Elder Feng Tian, ​​has the clan reacted? In this difficult situation, what should we do?"

A young member of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan came up to Elder Feng Tian with an anxious look on his face. His voice was filled with a bit of urgency and panic. His eyes were filled with helplessness and expectation as he looked at Elder Feng Tian. He hoped that this highly respected elder in the clan could come up with a plan for dealing with the situation.

"Alas, no. I have just crushed the space jade slip that I prepared in advance, but I have not received any feedback."

Elder Feng Tian sighed softly, his tone full of bitterness, his brows tightly furrowed, his face full of helplessness and worry.

"It is indeed a method left by the ancient Dou Sheng. We are too careless. This barrier not only completely separates us from the outside world, but also completely blocks the surrounding space."

Elder Feng Tian looked up at the increasingly desperate black barrier, his eyes full of solemnity, and then slowly said:
"It seems like we are really going to encounter a catastrophe this time. But now, there is no way to escape. We can only take it one step at a time."

After saying that, he shook his head helplessly. His desolate look made the members of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan around him feel even more panicked.

"Look, there seems to be movement in the barrier! Are those...are those human figures? Could they have come out from those ancient ruins? But, why do they look a little off?" Just as everyone was immersed in despair and helplessness, the elder leading the Nine Netherworld Python Clan suddenly exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and confusion.

After hearing the exclamation, the people around were stunned at first, and then they subconsciously raised their eyes and looked in the direction pointed by the leading elder of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, eagerly and curiously.

Their eyes were filled with tension and anticipation, hoping to find out something from the black barrier, even if it was just a glimmer of hope. After all, they were already in a desperate situation, and any abnormality could be a life-saving straw.

When they looked over there, they saw dense whirlpools suddenly appearing on the sky which was originally as dark as ink.

Those whirlpools were spinning rapidly, and each one seemed like a portal to an unknown world, exuding a mysterious and chilling atmosphere.

As the vortex continued to spin, human figures slowly emerged from it. The outlines of those figures were a little blurry at first, seeming real or illusory, but gradually, they became clearer and clearer, and they stepped into the enchanted space that trapped everyone.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the people emerging from the whirlpool had different appearances. There were white-haired old men and young people with green faces.

However, what was quite strange was that their attire was extremely uniform, with everyone wearing a jet-black robe as black as ink.

The texture of the robe looked quite strange, as if it could absorb the surrounding light, faintly emitting a gloomy and cold aura.

All I saw were the densely packed black-robed figures, like a black cloud covering the sky, quietly floating above the horizon.

Looking from afar, the entire sky was occupied by these black-robed figures, making the already depressing atmosphere even heavier. People could only feel a chill running up their spines and couldn't help but feel fear.

"These people look so weird. Why do they look a bit like the people from the Soul Palace?"

"Yeah, could this be the work of the Soul Palace?"

"If it was really the Soul Palace's doing, then we are in big trouble."

All of a sudden, the sound of discussions spread in this depressing space.

Everyone was talking at once, with looks of surprise and doubt on their faces. There was really nothing they could do as the appearance and temperament of these men in black robes gave them the feeling that they were too similar to the people from the Soul Palace in the rumors.

Even some Dou Zun masters with broad knowledge had their brows furrowed at this moment, with hesitation in their eyes. For a moment, they were even a little skeptical, not sure whether it was the Soul Palace that was secretly making trouble.

Just when everyone was still whispering to each other, full of suspicion about the identities of these black-robed men and whether they were really related to the Soul Palace, the black-robed man who had been quietly floating in the sky like a dark cloud suddenly moved.

They seemed to have received some kind of unified command. They moved and flew straight downwards at an extremely fast speed, causing a whistling sound. The black robes rustled violently in the wind and merged into one piece.

The people below were stunned when they saw this. Before they could figure out what these people were trying to do, danger had already arrived.

The black-robed leader suddenly raised his hand, and fighting spirit gathered crazily in his palm. In an instant, a blood-red handprint several dozen feet long appeared out of thin air. The blood-red handprint exuded a strong smell of blood and brutality. As the light on it flickered, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were screaming miserably. It was wrapped in the momentum of destroying the world and rushed straight into the crowd below.

The people below only felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards them, and the shadow of death instantly shrouded their hearts. Many people subconsciously wanted to resist, and hurriedly mobilized the fighting spirit in their bodies, or displayed their best fighting skills. For a moment, colorful lights lit up from the crowd, and all kinds of defensive barriers and fighting spirit shields appeared one after another. Everyone tried to use them to block this horrible bloody handprint.

However, the reality was cruel. The bloody handprint carried the incomparable power of the black-robed man and slammed into the defenses held up by everyone. There was a deafening roar, as if the sky was shaken by the impact. In front of the bloody handprint, those defenses were like fragile thin paper, and were torn apart in an instant, and could not withstand a single blow.

As this attack landed, the rest of the men in black robes also began to attack.

In an instant, all kinds of attacks poured down on the people below like raindrops. There were cold black ice cones, carrying the chill that could freeze everything; there were scorching flame whips, and the air was burned and distorted wherever it passed; there were also wind blades flashing with strange light, which seemed to be able to cut through space. Each attack contained terrifying power.

When the people below saw this, although they were filled with fear, they also knew that there was no way to retreat, so they could only grit their teeth and fight hard.

But after a few rounds of fighting, they discovered in despair that these black-robed men were much stronger than they had imagined. All of them were Dou Zong powerhouses, and among them there were countless Dou Zun powerhouses.

Although the number of people gathered here is much larger than that of the black-robed man who suddenly appeared, and at first glance, they are densely packed and quite spectacular, as if they have an advantage in numbers, in fact, the strength and quality of the people are uneven and vary greatly.

After a careful count, there were only a dozen Dou Zun masters present. Although they had impressive strength, they seemed a little weak in the face of this crisis that was coming like a tide.

There were no more than a hundred Dou Zong masters, scattered among this huge crowd, like tiny stars, unable to illuminate this increasingly dark situation.

Most of the people present were still at the Dou Wang and Dou Huang realms. Normally, they might be considered strong in their own little world, but now facing these men in black robes, they were really not good enough.

Those black-robed men were all very powerful. Some of them started out as Dou Zong powerhouses, and there were countless Dou Zun powerhouses. The quality of strength of both sides was simply not on the same level.

Therefore, when the two sides really fight, the winner will be immediately apparent.

Even if everyone here tried their best to resist, they would often be unable to resist until they had just blocked one wave of attacks when the next, more fierce wave would follow.

Their attacks on the man in black were like an ant trying to shake a tree; they could not cause any substantial damage to him. However, every counterattack by the man in black caused heavy casualties on their side.

"Damn it! Where on earth did these guys come from? I've lived for almost nine hundred years, but how come I've never heard of them?" The elder of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan exclaimed in his heart while struggling to resist the siege of two black-robed Dou Zuns, his face full of horror.

He just felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire at this moment, and every move he made was extremely strenuous. The two black-robed Dou Zuns cooperated with each other tacitly, and their attacks were like a tide, leaving him no chance to breathe.

What frightened him even more was that, looking around, he saw that there were so many Dou Zun powerful warriors among these black-robed men, almost reaching more than half of the Dou Zun powerful warriors of their Nine Netherworld Python Clan!

You know, their Nine Netherworld Python Clan has always been known for its large number of people, standing tall in this world of Warcraft full of powerful people. It is also relying on this foundation that they have won the title of one of the three major Warcraft races.

In the clan, the number of the eighth-order Nine Nether Earth Pythons is quite considerable, and the number of Dou Zun powerful warriors they possess is much more than that of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan and the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan.

It's just that they are indeed lacking in high-end combat power. Compared with the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan and the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan, they lack the top powerhouses who can make the final decision and shock all directions. This is why they are slightly inferior to those two clans in overall strength.

Now, facing these black-robed men who came out of nowhere, the number of their Dou Zun powerful warriors is almost catching up with half of their clan. How can this not make people feel shocked and desperate?
On the other side, Elder Feng Tian of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan was staring at the Demon Phoenix Bell that wrapped around him.

The Demon Phoenix Bell, which originally emitted a brilliant light and had a strong defense, was now covered with cracks under the continuous fierce attacks of the man in black robes, and its light became increasingly dimmer. The "cracking" sound of the crackling was like the death knell, striking Elder Feng Tian's heart again and again.

Elder Feng Tian knew in his heart that if the situation continued like this, he would probably have no chance of survival. But how could he be willing to just sit there and wait for death?
He made up his mind, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he secretly made up his mind. He thought to himself that he was an elder of the Sky Demon Phoenix clan after all, and had been a well-known genius in the clan since birth. Anyone who saw him in the Warcraft world had to give him some face. How could he die in such a miserable way?

"Hmph, even if I have to risk my life today, I don't want to be beaten like this anymore. At worst, I'll fight to the death. I'll just give it a try!"

Elder Feng Tian gritted his teeth and roared in his heart. His aura suddenly rose. He, who had been a little depressed, seemed to have returned to his peak state at this moment. He was ready to use all his strength to fight these black-robed men to the death. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would fight hard for it.

"Puchi!" Just as Feng Tian was gathering his strength and preparing to give it a try.

Suddenly, a palm pierced through his chest without warning and suddenly appeared in his sight.

The palm was white and slender, the fingers were thin but revealed a special sense of power, the skin was as smooth as mutton-fat jade, and in this atmosphere full of blood and killing, it seemed somewhat out of place, completely different from the bodies of the surrounding black-robed men with a lifeless aura.

Feng Tian suddenly felt the strength in his body rapidly dissipating like the tide. He instantly lost all his strength and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.

He lowered his head with difficulty, staring at the hand that pierced through his chest with wide eyes, his eyes full of disbelief and horror.

Relying on his years of experience, he could instantly tell that the owner of this hand was definitely a young human male.

Realizing this, he was even more horrified, and a feeling of confusion and resentment surged in his heart.

At this moment of death, he used up all his strength, fought for the last bit of clarity, and slowly turned his head, just wanting to see clearly at the last moment of his life who was the real person behind this desperate situation and what his background was. (End of this chapter)