Shen Yi didn’t dare to hesitate. He didn’t care about the gravel that fell on him. He protected Chen Qing Xu and rushed out with all he had.
Just as their front feet left the altar, the steel rope in the hand of a Black Eagle suddenly broke, a Black Cavalry in front dragged them away quickly.
At the moment when the steel rope broke, Gu Yun almost rushed into the sea of fire directly, but when he saw the two rolling out in the smoke, he pulled back the reins, pacifying the nearly frightened horse, and let out a sigh of relief.
Then he blew a long whistle, making a gesture to the Black Eagles in the sky and the Black Cavalry on the ground: “Withdraw!”
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Jia Lai Ying Huo’s faint singing voice could no longer be heard.
The towering altar of the Eighteen Tribes for hundreds of years was destroyed, the thick smoke rolled up to the sky of eternal life.
The strong wind blew away half of the burnt Wolf banner, whistling out and into the flames and dust.
In the flow of time, the Heavenly Wolf tribes dark in ink faded just like that and ceased to exist.