A Man Like None Other Chapter 7013 No Way Out
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- A desperate struggle for survival.
- Sacrifices are made for the clan.
- Relentless pursuit by divine forces.
“Captain, I can’t take it anymore. You have to leave here immediately!”
A young dragon warrior spat out a mouthful of golden dragon blood, his body staggered, completely escaping the fleeing array.
His partner tried to turn around to save him, but he pushed him hard.
“Don’t look back! If you do, your entire clan will be buried with you! Remember! Continue living! You must continue living! Take revenge for your fallen clan members!”
The dozen or so heavily injured dragon warriors exchanged glances, all of them showing determined smiles.
They stopped fleeing, turned around in unison, leaned on each other, and propped up the broken Dragon Lock Formation, facing the huge wave of divine army that was chasing them from all directions.
Even though they knew they would die, they still fought until they died.
This was the Dragon Clan, forged in a thousand years of bloody battles, with an unyielding spirit that never faded.
Rumble-
The divine army arrived in an instant, releasing a rain of divine swords, spells, and punishments.
A dozen or so tattered dragon bodies shattered into pieces under the fierce force of boundless divine power. Golden dragon blood splattered across the sky, dyeing the vast sea of clouds along the road a deep red color.
No one surrendered, no one survived, and all perished for the sake of their clan.
Third group, fourth group, fifth group
As their escape routes continued to expand, more and more dragon cultivators were left behind.
There were young dragons who were exhausted, old people whose lifespan had ended, soldiers who were injured and whose injuries had recurred, as well as elites who were exhausted from forcefully protecting their clans.
Every time the formation wavered, every time they crossed the void, their clan members were forever left behind among the countless clouds and seas of the sky.
The Protoss pursuers behind them were like precision harvesting machines, never letting any stragglers escape. They were cruel and merciless, leaving no survivors and no souls remaining.
They fled all the way, shedding blood and dying for their people.
The once mighty dragon army with tens of thousands of members was reduced by thousands in just a few hours after fleeing across the sky.
Thousands of clan members died during the chase, their bodies left behind, turning into a sky filled with golden blood mist that vanished into the void of the Twenty Four Heavens.
The dragons fleeing in front, with red eyes and bleeding hearts, did not dare to turn around, did not dare to stop.
Every time they looked back, every time they hesitated, they only caused more people of their people to perish, and only extinguished the last embers of their tribe.
David sat right at the core of the formation, fully activating the Golden Dragon Daoist Rhyme to protect the entire clan, stabilize the escape formation, and reduce the losses of the clan members, while his mind continued to be alert, feeling the clan members’ auras continuously disappearing behind him.
Every loss of dragon aura was like a sharp knife that stabbed deep into his heart.
He could clearly hear the fierce battle, the cries of his people, and the scorn of the gods coming from the void behind him. He could also clearly feel his people’s bloodline gradually disappearing and the foundation of his race slowly disappearing.