The light from the sun may sometimes be soft and warm, bringing vitality to all things in the world, but sometimes it is the light of destruction that burns everything in the world into coke. The light composed of the golden light of the sun holy artifact is naturally the latter.

When the first golden light fell from the clouds, strands of golden light had already penetrated into the darkness around Ner'aozu. Then the falling light continued to cut and tear the darkness, causing the light from the holy sun to shoot directly onto the old shaman in the center of the altar. Although he was not a demon or an undead creature, the shaman totem he controlled still belonged to the category of natural power. However, after all, he was still the controller of the dark power, and he could not help but feel the burning pain and the depression from the bottom of his heart.

"The majestic and sacred golden light is actually more pure than the power of Delaney's holy light. Could it be that Naru himself descended? But how could the light be with death? The ancestors are above, what exactly..."

Naozu was completely confused at this moment, and he couldn't understand why such a sacred and kind aura would appear if the demon from the human alliance was playing with the soul. However, no matter what, the most important thing now is to protect the tribe. He vaguely thought that the enemy's purpose might not be just assassinating himself, but directly taking advantage of the situation to destroy the entire Shadow Moon Clan.

Naozu's premonition soon became a reality. If Zhao Yingkong's Netherworld assassination was so silent from beginning to end, and golden lights were barely still at the stage of meteors, then the golden giant blade that almost cuts the darkness from then is undoubtedly the most dazzling vision in the entire night. Not to mention the Shadow Moon clan, even the clans attached to the surroundings were alarmed. Orcs put on their robes randomly and picked up all the hard objects at hand that could be used as weapons. When they ran out of the house regardless of gender, age, and young, bright red lights had already shone the earth red.

After Zhao Yingkong and Arona appeared one after another, Zhan Lan, the core figure of the Central Women's Alliance, also took action. As the star map composed of the refining array of the Ming Star slowly unfolded, the entire Shadow Moon Tribe was actually shrouded under the refining array. As the lightning lights lighted up, the orcs actually had a self-decomposition phenomenon and soon spread from partial to whole bodies. Before the orc civilians could feel pain, they were refined into the purest life energy. The strong and strong warriors could only watch their bodies disintegrate and dissipate, expressing their anger and panic in their hearts through the roar before death. Only the orc shamans who mastered the elemental power and the truly powerful tribal warriors could barely resist with their own strength.

The refining of life into a formation is the latest skill that Zhan Lan Mingxing Star Map has evolved. Through the increase of the Zhoutian Star and the Cultivation Rune Array, all living organisms in a certain area are directly decomposed and restored into pure life energy. Although it will not cause any traces of blood, it is more frightening than ordinary bloody killing.

"No!"

When a nightmare scene that had always appeared in his heart became a reality, the only feeling in Neozu's heart was the heart-wrenching pain. He wanted to stop all this, but the golden giant blade falling from the sky teared the dark sky apart. He wanted to release his anger, but only a silent roar was left.

Under the control of negative emotions such as sadness and anger in his heart, the only dark force remaining in Naozu's body instantly rose up. The old body, which had originally burst out from the blood vessels on the surface, completely transformed into a dark energy ball like a shadow, and a dark gap that was far deeper than the night swallowed all the light around it.

"Night·Exile!"

In front of this plane gap that was condensed and compressed by the power of darkness and could only be produced under the power of the ancestors of the Shadow Moon Tribe, not only did the nearly 100-meter-wide golden light blade disappear without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea, but even Erona's holy sun realm felt distortion and oppression, as if she wanted to tear all the seven layers of light and exile it to the deepest dark space and time in the multiverse.

In front of this dark crack, Erona's cold and indifferent face couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied. The brightest eternal light among the seven layers of light between her brows was instantly spreading from a bomb. When the layers of light around her gradually dimmed, there was only a puppet clone that looked exactly like her but was composed of white light on her body, facing the dark crack with the light from heaven.

Although Ner's own crisis was temporarily relieved, Arona and Zhao Yingkong did not suffer any serious damage at all. The [Night Totem] and [Night Exile] released one after another still consumed too much of his power, and the souls of the ancestors awakened by the Shadow Moon Altar could not be maintained for a long time. However, he felt a little relieved at this moment, because the totem shining with different lights had already lit up, and a heavy hammer that caused the war storm to break through the air like a meteor, smashing the scarlet light emitted from the sky. This tribal war machine called the Shadow Moon Clan has been running with all its strength.

One of the most important reasons why the attacks on tribal clans by the Zhongzhou team can have such a good effect is that the Drano orcs cannot imagine. Any tribe they have seen will be completely destroyed. If they are prepared and attacked again, the effect will be far less good.

Although Ner's Zu can be said to be the number one shaman in Draenor's current continent, his power alone is so small in front of the entire tribe. The elemental frenzy launched by the Shadow Moon clan shamans can easily tear Erona's holy sun domain into pieces. The combat skill [Blade Storm] that only the most powerful warriors in the tribe can master can also be refined into a formation and smashed into pieces with one blow.

After getting to know and prepare, if these demons from the Human Alliance dare to attack again, then Naozu would have the confidence to stay forever. However, this time, there were not only three people who came to the Shadow Moon clan. A pair of golden pupils surrounded by silver threads were quietly watching the tribe under the cover of fate from beginning to end. When the air blades from the Jiuyou Underworld attacked again, the elemental power in the old shaman's body suddenly became disordered, and the paint-black crack that was about to be formed suddenly lost control............
Chapter completed!