Wizard War God

Ancient Martial Continent, an ancient continent that respected martial arts.

The Ancient Martial Mountain Range was a primal forest with millions of mountains. It spanned across the entire Ancient Martial Continent.

A group of more than a thousand Blood Witch Clan s were fleeing in the mountains. They were chased by the pursuers and had nowhere to run, so they pounced on the pursuers before they died. By luck, they annihilated the pursuers.

A delicate and pretty youth who was only twelve years old saw so many Demonic Beast s devouring one of his own clansmen, without a trace of fear on his face. His eyes were crimson red, and filled with tears as he watched.

A fierce big man pulled him and ran away. There were many weak children, elderly women, and every single one of them was protected by a Blood Witch clan warrior.

The Magus with the highest status in the clan held the Dharma Wand, and watched the brave warriors fall one after another with tears streaming down his face.

Dhole Wolves, Tigers, Cheetahs, Gigantic Bears, these carnivorous Demonic Beast were hunting crazily, pouncing one after another Blood Witch Clan Warriors. In a split-second, many wild beasts pounced on them and devoured them.

The teenager clenched his fists tightly. His heart was filled with anger. Not only was there no fear in front of the beasts, but he also had the thought of rushing over and giving it his all.

"Why? Why do they want to kill us? Even the wild beasts are bullying us? "

The youth's face was filled with grief as he looked at his loved ones falling one by one. The reason why he had been able to live until now was all because of them. The timid and cowardly him was awakened by the hot blood in his heart.

After seven days and seven nights of walking, his feet were broken, a footprint, a bloody mark, and the wounds he had made on the branches of the weeds began to bleed. The pain did not cause him to frown, and he numbly followed the troops as they fled.

After leaving the forest, they arrived at a small mountain peak. The surroundings were overgrown with weeds, and many of his clansmen had left. There were more than ten thousand people, and only about a thousand were left now; most of them were old people, women and children.

"Great Guardian, what do we do if we are surrounded by wild beasts?" A burly man asked the wizard anxiously.

The wizard dragged his thin and tired body to the top of the highest rock on the mountaintop. Looking at the beasts at the foot of the mountain, he could see thousands of warriors surrounding the children and women, using their bodies to block the beasts.

Many of the children, women and old people had fainted after a few days of suffering. Now that they were in danger, they were still in deep sleep.

Roar!

When the youth saw his own Human Clan user being bitten by a wild beast, he went crazy. He obtained a long sword, which was the sharp sword of a warrior who had just fallen.

His blood was boiling, his entire body was numb, his eyes were blood-red, and he brandished his sword as he rushed towards a fierce tiger.

The sharp sword pierced through the tiger's forehead, but how could a young girl match up to a tiger?

The tiger became even more berserk, throwing the teenager to the ground in a flash. It opened its bloody mouth and bit at the teenager's throat.

Roar!

The teenager was knocked down and the sharp sword suddenly stabbed into the tiger's mouth. The tiger's body was deeply scratched, and blood spurted out.

The thin body of the tiger was able to kill the tiger without caring about the pain. He pulled out his sword and slashed at the tiger's claws as it died. Pieces of bloody flesh were torn off.

The youth's body was covered in blood and his face was pale. The pain was as if he didn't feel anything at all, like a zombie. His body didn't feel anything at all.

The mad tiger struggled for a while before dying.

Seeing this scene, the Magus chanted an incantation to help him transcend the limits of his cultivation. Upon seeing the young man struggle to stand up after the death of the tiger, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He could still stand up!

The teenager licked his dried lips and waved his sword towards another cheetah.

Roar!

The cheetah flew up and bit the boy's arm, its sharp claws penetrating his frail body.

The teenager revealed a sinister expression as he stabbed the sharp sword into the cheetah's neck.

Roar!

The cheetah let out a blood-curdling screech and threw the teenager into the midst of the wild beasts. It struggled for a while before dying, its long sharp sword still stuck in the back of its head.

"Poor child, to kill a tiger and cheetah at such a young age, how inconceivable." The old Magus' eyes were filled with tears, feeling pity for the young man.

The beasts' attacks were getting more and more crazy. Warriors fell one by one. If nothing went wrong, this group of people would soon become the beasts' food.

Roar!

A giant bear roared! A miserable shriek! One eye was bleeding, and a small hand was inserted into the giant bear's eye. The giant bear suddenly swayed due to the pain, and threw the youth away.

The young man's body was full of wounds and bones could be seen everywhere. Luckily, he was thrown back and landed in the middle of the crowd.

The sleeping old man and the women and children were awoken by the blood that splashed out from his body! They were very tired, and as soon as they could sit down, they automatically fell asleep. When they woke up, they saw the situation around them, and a look of despair appeared on their faces.

With such injuries, the youth suddenly stood up and let out a roar like a wild beast!

Roar!

He once again rushed towards the group of wild beasts, opening his small mouth and biting the ear of a jackal. The jackal bit his throat, and his small hand grabbed one of the jackal's eyes and pulled it out.