Players complained that this NPC killed people without blinking an eye

Chapter 394 Begging

Time to get down to business...

It's better to collect as much blood as possible before retreating.

Seeing this, Gu Yeming knew that the outcome could not be changed, so he simply stopped killing, manifested his phantom energy, and turned to collect the large amount of mixed blood on the ground.

All of their many Calamity-level powerhouses had grim expressions on their faces, especially the leader. After seeing a large number of demon kings appearing not far away, his heart almost sank to the bottom.

The enemy's Calamity-level strongest have far more people than ours, what should we do?!

Is it possible that God wants to destroy my tribal plane?!

"I can't help you, so take care of yourself. I'll leave first."

Some of their own Calamity-level powerhouses shook their heads. Judging from the current situation, the Abyss Plane had completely won.

How can we, with only thirty-odd Calamity-level warriors on our side, possibly defeat the fifty-odd enemies?

They knew this very well, so after saying hello to the person in charge, they simply headed towards the Kuawei ferry.

Helping is one thing, but no one wants to risk their life here.

"Wait - everyone, maybe there is still a chance!" The person in charge quickly came back to his senses. He looked at the powerful disaster-level warriors who were leaving one after another around him, his face panicked.

These people are top forces capable of changing the situation of the war. If they just leave like this, the tribal plane will be really doomed!

"Please face the reality..." The Savior Bishop walked up to him, shook his head helplessly, and finally could only say a few words to comfort him.

"Before they start killing people, take away the top fighters of your tribe. As for the rest of the tribesmen, you can handle it on your own. The cross-sea ferry can't carry so many people..."

"If you continue to be indecisive, you might not even be able to keep the fire alive." The bishop of the extermination faction also sighed, reminded the other party, and left without looking back.

"My opinion is the same as theirs, sir, please make a decision quickly." Ye Ba was covered in blood, but his expression revealed a sense of satisfaction, and it was obvious that he had enjoyed the fight to the fullest.

After casually saying something to the person in charge, he rushed into the crowd and directly carried Ye Qingtian and Abao away.

As for the phantom demon, it had already fled when a large number of demon kings appeared, and now it must be hiding in some cross-space ferry.

The person in charge was silent.

He slowly glanced around, looking at his tribesmen who were fighting bloody battles, his heart full of struggle and helplessness.

His lips trembled as he looked at the Calamity-level powerhouses who had decided to leave. He knew that the situation was hopeless and there was nothing they could do to save the situation.

"Forget it, forget it..." The person in charge sighed, his voice revealing endless fatigue and despair.

"Everyone, since you have made up your mind, I will not force you." The person in charge waved his hand, his expression full of dejection.

"I just implore you to bring more young people with you when you evacuate. They are the future of the tribe."

"You can absorb them into your respective forces, just let them have a home..."

Hearing this, everyone nodded slightly, reluctantly agreeing.

Before stepping onto the ferry, they all looked at the bewildered tribesmen, quickly examining them to find the new force they were looking for.

The tribesmen now are like commodities for these disaster-level powerful ones to choose from. After screening, they pick out some fine products to take away.

As for the other inferior ones, just stay here and wait to die.

The leader walked with heavy steps towards the tribesmen who were still resisting stubbornly.

He took a deep breath, pulled himself together, and shouted with all his might: "My people! Stop fighting and retreat to the ferry! This is an order!"

On the battlefield, everyone was stunned when they heard the order and looked at the person in charge in disbelief.

However, due to their long-standing respect for their leader, they gradually laid down their weapons and began to retreat in an organized manner.

"Did you guys leave?!"

At this moment, a demon king as big as a mountain, wielding a huge sword burning with black flames, slashed wildly at the retreating crowd.

Wherever the giant sword went, blood mist filled the air, and many tribesmen were unable to escape and fell in a pool of blood.

Witnessing this bloody scene, the person in charge's eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his teeth and was filled with grief.

He yelled, "What are you still standing there for? We've already lost!"

"The top priority now is to preserve the flame. In order to revitalize the tribe, all talented young people must get on board! The rest -"

Suddenly, he stopped talking, as if a stone was stuck in his throat. He clenched his fists, struggling internally, but in the end he did not say the rest of the sentence.

But most of the tribesmen understood.

They looked at each other without saying anything, and finally let the younger generation leave while they stayed.

The eyes of the younger generation of the tribesmen were filled with reluctance and pain, but under the firm gaze of their elders, they could only hold back their tears and look back every few steps as they boarded the ferry.

"Almost there..." Gu Yeming whispered after putting all the collected blood into the system backpack. Just as he was about to rush towards the Kuawei ferry, a group of tribesmen quickly surrounded him.

"Strong ones... They are the young generation with growth potential in our tribal branch. Old man, I ask you to take them with you. They will absolutely obey your orders 100%!"

A hunchbacked old man knelt on the ground, his eyes red, begging to Gu Yeming in a hoarse voice.

Gu Yeming raised his brows and then looked at the dozen or so young tribesmen around him.

The faces of these young tribesmen were distorted by grief, and they seemed to be holding back tears, their eyes filled with extreme hatred for the demons of the abyss.

Gu Yeming shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly noticed a young man in the crowd.

The young man looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the determination in his eyes revealed his character and maturity far beyond his peers.

Gu Yeming was a player before, and he knew a lot of information about the version, so he was naturally clear about the identity of the person in front of him——

A tribesman, Afeng.

The three holy fruits of faith were brought to the realm by the other party, and he later became a well-known disaster-level powerful person.

Although I don’t know how the other party managed to escape, this does not prevent the other party from having quite good development potential.

"Come with me." After thinking for three seconds, Gu Yeming pointed at Afeng.

After saying that, without waiting for them to react, he turned around and left.

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted.

An indescribable excitement arose in his heart, and he quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly towards Gu Yeming's departing back.

"Thank you! Thank you! Merciful and powerful one, may the earth bless you, and your future journey will be smooth!"

A Feng was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He stood there silently, hesitating to move.

"Afeng, what are you still standing there for? Why don't you follow that strong man!" Seeing this, the old man became anxious and shouted repeatedly.

"From now on, you must obey the words of that strong man. It is he who gave you a second life!"

"But I..."

A Feng was struggling internally, and just when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the old man:

"I know what you're thinking, Afeng. Now is not the time to act on impulse!"

"When you become stronger, it won't be too late to avenge us!"

"Do you want to completely cut off the bloodline of our branch?!"

Hearing this, Afeng's eyes turned red. He suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed heavily to the old man.

"I, Afeng, swear here that I will make the abyss pay the price in the future!"