Doomsday for the tribal guardians

The vast sea area in front of the sea Spirit tribe had been completely cleared.

The natives of the water world who had gathered here were now all gathered in the distance, looking over.

Looking at this scene, the Holy Dragon City was obviously going to make a big move!

At this time, in the center of the sea Spirit tribe, a huge summoning altar was shining, as if it had been activated.

A group of fully armed Holy Dragon city's feudal lord cultivators were standing on the warships around the altar with weapons in their hands. Each and every one of them looked at the altar with a serious expression.

All sorts of highly destructive high-tech weapons that had been transported from the laboratory were all activated, locking down the space around the summoning altar!

"It's almost time, let's start!"

Tang Zhen glanced at the summoning altar as he spoke to the fatty beside him.

"Alright, I've been waiting impatiently for a long time!