Standing on the city wall and looking at the dark army outside, Ren Kuang was taken aback.

"How can the little sheep tribe gather such a large army in a short period of time?"

"Aren't the other half-orc races more powerful?"

The sheep tribe is just one of the half-orcs.

In addition, there are tauren, kobolds, wolf-heads, etc.

Any race seems to be stronger than the sheep-headed people.

The vastness of the inner world of the six realms of reincarnation is simply shocking.

"Other races may not have such a large population."

Xiao Zhentian said: "Since the Sheep Clan occupied our human race's territory, they have enslaved the human race and developed secretly, which is why the tribe is so huge."

Ren Kuang felt a little relieved.

The inner space of the Six Paths of Reincarnation world is comparable to the earth.

There are six realms of beings, but there are seven major races.

They are distributed on seven continents.

The Humanity Continent has been carved up by the Fairy Tribe, the Asura Tribe, the Dark Tribe, the Ghost Tribe, and the Orc Tribe.

The human race was helpless and kept moving to remote places.

But in the end, they were overtaken by the equally weak Sheep Clan.

This is the most desolate and bitter cold place in the Humane Continent.

Only the two weakest races would have no choice but to choose here.

The army of sheep tribe is arranged in order.

Compared to humans, they are absolute giants.

There are millions of sheep tribes, and there is no end in sight.

The battles are scary.

However, their attack left Ren Kuang stunned.

It's not too fierce, it's not too scary, but it's too speechless.

Boom boom boom!

The spell attacks are continuous.

Like a secular cannonball, it drew an arc in mid-air and bombarded.

But the ancient city was extremely strong.

The barrier is like a sky dome, covering the entire city.

The attribute energy bombarded me with just a ripple, making it impossible to break through the defense.

As a city lord, Ren Kuang naturally knew that there was a spiritual vein beneath the nine major cities.

Once all the ancient magic circles are activated, the city will be impregnable.

Unless you encounter a perverted weapon like the God-Destroying Cannon.

Otherwise, a normal attack would be like scratching an itch.

Commander Sheep Zhan looked gloomy and gritted his teeth.

"Hit me, hit me hard."

"Where is the formation master? How long does it take to break the formation?"

"We have an army of one million, it's been three hours, and we still can't capture a city guarded by humans. It's a joke."

Deputy General Yang Lan said: "Father, the Fairy Clan is good at various spells and formations. After their repairs, the city's defense has more than doubled."

"Please give us a little more time, we will be able to break through the protective formation."

The army at this moment cannot get within 10,000 meters of Bayang City.

Only then did Ren Kuang discover that most of the people in the Sheep Clan were cultivators of the law.

They are good at borrowing strength from heaven.

But there is also a drawback.

When many Dharma practitioners gather together, a situation of competing for energy will form.

After all, the energy between heaven and earth is almost always fixed.

For example, a range of 10,000 meters can gather 100 million energy in one second.

If a strong person absorbs it, he will naturally be strong.

But if a strong person absorbs it, everyone will get less energy.

This is what the sheep tribe is like.

There are too many Dharma practices.

The effect of their actions together was actually not very good.

Ren Kuang took out a sheep-headed staff from the ring and studied it.

Ren Xin said: "Brother, you must have never imagined that this sheep head is made from a real sheep head."

"This is the ancestor of the sheep tribe who had his head beheaded before his life came to an end, sealed his magic power in it, and trained it into a magic weapon."

Ren Kuang said in surprise: "I just said it felt a little different. It turned out to be a real sheep head."

The real sheep head is bigger than a basketball, but after being refined into a staff, it is only the size of a fist.

Ren Kuang sensed it and found that there were indeed terrifying energy fluctuations surging inside the staff.

There was also a trace of panic-stricken will.

Ren Kuang suddenly laughed.

The people of the sheep tribe are not only cruel to the human race, they are also cruel to their own people!

The only one who dared not target them was the Fairy Clan.

Xiao Zhentian saw Ren Kuang taking out the staff and quickly reminded: "Lord Mad Emperor, this is a staff unique to the Sheep Clan. Only those with six stars or above can equip and control it."

All four generals were killed in the end, and Xiao Zhentian also got one.

There is no doubt that this is a mysterious-level magic weapon, which is rare to find.

But unfortunately, it cannot be controlled.

Ren Kuang chuckled: "I don't think so."

"I think this staff is very useful."

As he spoke, he pointed forward casually.

With a whoosh, a powerful wave surged from the staff.

A brilliant white light flew out.

Xiao Zhentian was dumbfounded: "Mad Emperor is worthy of being a divine envoy, even the Sheep Clan must surrender."

Ren Kuang laughed and said: "Sheep people bully the weak and fear the strong. They are still beasts at heart."

"The best way to deal with beasts is to whip them."

How can he dare to be arrogant when he has a magic weapon with a magical spirit in his hand?

Whether it is the matrix of reincarnation or the fire of hell, they are their nemesis.

The people of the Sheep tribe control these initiatives by relying on the secret method of blood and forcible control.

But if you are crazy, it is just a deterrent.

If you don't obey, you will be destroyed.

Even as a weapon spirit, the soul of the ancestor of the sheep tribe is eager to live.

Xiao Zhentian looked at Ren Kuang expectantly: "Lord Mad Emperor, can you help me refine it too?"

The improvement of a Xuan-level magic weapon to a six-star warrior is too obvious.

Ren Kuang chuckled: "No problem, you can bring any magical weapons that you can't use and I'll help you purify them."

Ren Kuang's hand shook, and the fire of hell burned, directly burning the remaining souls of the ancestors of the sheep tribe.

If you are not from my clan, your heart will definitely be different.

Who knows if the ancestral weapon spirit of the sheep tribe can do something strange?

Everyone was overjoyed and took out their magic weapons one after another.

These were all taken from the hands of the Sheep Clan.
To be continued...