The stone spears that flew down together were blocked by the horizontal stone spears, making a bang sound. The force of the collision broke the wooden poles.
Hundreds of thick stone spears flew towards him, and dozens of them were lost in an instant.
The two bone spurs connected with each other, causing continuous collisions, and actually intercepted half of the stone spear.
The other half of the stone spear was intercepted by Cerro.
His blocking action was much rougher.
Relying on the power of thunder and lightning, Cerro kept smashing the stone spears away. With flashes of lightning, he was able to smash one away each time. In a few breaths, he had killed some of the fallen thick stone spears.
But some of them still fell onto the wooden boards beside them, making bang bang sounds.
However, the number of these stone spears was very small and the damage caused was small.
However, compared with Song Yang's perfect blocking, Cerro's side expended a lot of energy but the results were not satisfactory.
Sero looked towards Song Yang and said, "You are pretty good."
Song Yang laughed and ignored his dissatisfied look.
Cerro is just better at lightning talent. In fact, he is not afraid of Song Yang at all. From defense to attack power, Cerro is no match for him!
“Roar~!”
The warriors of the Flower Snake Tribe standing below all let out loud shouts.
The sound was deafening.
Anda raised his head proudly and said, "Look how powerful our magic warriors are! All the stone spears that were shot at us were intercepted, but the magic warriors of your Flower Snake Tribe only intercepted half of them. How many are they?"
His words made the surrounding Flower Snake Tribe warriors glare at him, but no one objected.
Because the facts are irrefutable!
Song Yang stood on the wooden board and looked at the big ship in the distance.
The javelin throwers standing on the boat were panting.
The stone spears flying like a gust of wind are very powerful, but also very energy-consuming.
The javelin throwers' arms were numb and they could not continue shooting.
"The Shuitao tribe has retreated!"
The warriors of the Flower Snake Tribe shouted.
Song Yang looked over and found that indeed the big ships had retreated.
When they left, they dragged many small boats with them, and the boat that Song Yang and his crew were riding on was also taken away.
Crash, crash!
Flood water continued to pour into the deep ditch.
The Shuitao tribe warriors on the floating bridge kept sliding into the deep ditch and were then carried away by the current.
"Remove the planks!"
The blood warriors of the Flower Snake Tribe issued orders.
The planks were removed.
The originally densely packed crowd became fragmented.
In this attack, nearly three hundred warriors of the Flower Snake Tribe died.
Originally, the number of warriors of the Flower Snake Tribe was less than a thousand, and now it was even fewer.
The dead warriors were carried away and taken to the Flower Snake Tribe’s own cemetery for burial.
The bodies of the soldiers that were piled up and taken away silently told Song Yang the cruelty of this battle.
Herriman came over.
She said: "Blood Warriors of the Fang Tribe, did you see that? This is the strength of the Water Wave Tribe. We don't have such long-range attack methods and can only take the beating."
Song Yang deeply agreed with this.
Song Yang said: "Don't you know how to counterattack?"
Herriman sighed and said, "I have organized the warriors of the tribe and trained them to use long-distance projection and even bows and arrows, but they are far from the range of the Shuitao tribe. Moreover, they are standing in a ten-meter-high flood, plus a four-meter-high ship, looking down from a high position, and they are simply unable to resist."
This is the power of the Shuitao tribe.
Song Yang also understood why the Shuitao tribe was able to suppress the Huashe tribe, and why they could only barely resist by joining forces with the Chaori tribe.