"Hey! Let me go..." Zhao Cong struggled violently, and shouted to the sheepmen around him: "Every wrongdoer has his debtor, and whoever has offended you is the one you are looking for. Don't implicate us too!"

"

"Huo Cha..."

The goat-man who had just said a few words to Chen Chunan was also stunned by the tall goat-man wearing a mask.

"..."

Liang Xiaofeng was really speechless. He didn't expect that they would also shock one of his own people.

Chen Chunan glanced at Zhao Cong angrily. He knew that he had no chance to explain to these sheepmen. Under the threat of the tall and mighty masked sheep, no sheepman would dare to talk to Chen Chunan again.

Li Tong also frowned slightly, she was also very disgusted with Zhao Cong's behavior.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Liang Xiaofeng finally lowered his head. The dance of the twenty goatmen had stopped, and all the goatmen's eyes were focused on Chen Chunan and others in front of the altar.

After the dance, the goat-man took a bone knife from the hands of twenty other goat-men, and they sharpened their knives and walked towards the people in front of the altar.

"well!"

Chen Chunan sighed. The old sheepman's injuries seemed really serious. If it could still stay awake, Chen Chunan believed that it would not let something like this happen today.

He can no longer wait for a miracle to appear. He must find a way to save himself in a very short period of time.

Chen Chunan set his sights on the altar. Since this altar had helped him break through to the Sixth Realm of Guanhai, maybe the ancestors of the War Sheep Clan in the shadows would help him resolve today's crisis.

Chen Chunan was preparing for a last-ditch effort. He said to Liang Xiaofeng: "Use the Zhanyang Clan's skills with all your strength. Maybe this is the only way for us to save ourselves."

Hearing this, Liang Xiaofeng held his breath and concentrated for a moment, and started to vomit together with Chen Chunan.

Under the strong coercion of twenty people from the War Sheep Clan holding bone knives, all twenty people except the youngest Zhao Siyue knelt on the ground, and the cold bone knives were pressed against each one.

on a person's neck.

The tall goatman wearing a mask raised his hands to the sky, then knelt on the ground, with his body facing the ground, and seemed to be mumbling something. After going back and forth three times, he took off the mask on his face.
Chapter completed!