章 631: Doomsday of the small barbarian tribe (1)

In the blink of an eye, the tribe had been turned into a river of blood, and the ground was covered in torn corpses.

The Holy Dragon City cultivators moved like ghosts, the sabers in their hands flashing continuously. Every time the blade passed through an area, one or more barbarians would be killed!

The Barbarian tribe was thrown into a state of chaos after the sudden change. Screams and cries of alarm could be heard everywhere.

The Barbarian tribesmen kept running around in panic, but they fell under the blades of the Holy Dragon City cultivators one after another. There was no way to escape.

On the other hand, the eyes of the cultivators in the tribe were bloodshot. They roared in anger and charged at the Holy Dragon City cultivators with their weapons.

Unfortunately, these barbarian cultivators did not know how terrifying their enemies were. Furthermore, they were all the elites of the Holy Dragon City cultivators!