In contrast, the Celestials' team was quiet and solemn. Their white robes were fluttering in the wind, and they had detached smiles on their faces, as if the noise of war could not shake their inner peace. However, their eyes shone with determination, and they clearly had firm confidence in victory.
As soon as the melee began, both sides quickly launched an offensive. Mu Yu took the lead in attacking, and his body turned into a huge monster in an instant, roaring and rushing towards the Celestial Clan's team. His attack caused a violent tremor that made the ground tremble. However, in the face of Mu Yu's fierce attack, the Celestials did not flinch. They quickly formed a defensive formation, and streams of silver light flowed from their fingertips. These lights condensed into a huge light shield in mid-air. , blocking Mu Yu’s attack.
However, what is surprising is that when these rays of light touch the demon clan, they do not cause harm, but instead seem to copy their abilities. On that day, the shadow of Mu Yu began to appear on the body of the human warrior. His shape, strength, and even his sharp eyes were all copied as if looking in a mirror. These clones began to imitate Mu Yu's attack methods and launched attacks that were exactly the same as Mu Yu's.
Seeing this scene, not only the demon race, but also other onlookers were shocked. They did not expect that the Celestial Race could copy other people's abilities and use them for their own use. This unprecedented fighting method shocked everyone deeply.
The situation on the field reversed instantly. Mu Yu and his clones formed a huge attack formation and launched a fierce attack on the Celestials. Cracks began to appear in the Celestial Clan's defense, and their team was driven back by Mu Yu's attacks.
However, even in this situation, the Celestials remained calm. Their leader waved his sleeves gently, and rays of silver light shot out from their fingertips again. This time the light was different from the previous ones. They formed a huge golden ball of light in the air. The ball of light exploded instantly, sweeping away all Mu Yu's clones. Then, the ball of light expanded instantly, covering the entire battlefield.
Under the shroud of the light ball, everyone felt a strong sense of oppression, as if even breathing became difficult. In this ball of light, all creatures seemed to be slowed down and became sluggish. Even Mu Yu couldn't resist the power of this light ball. His figure gradually blurred in the light ball and finally disappeared.
The warriors of the Celestial Tribe suddenly launched an attack. Their speed and strength were beyond ordinary people. Mu Yu responded calmly, his movements as flexible as running water, and skillfully avoided their attacks. Then, he gently stretched out his hand, and a trace of light flowed from his fingertips, like thin golden spider silk. Those rays of light were floating in the air, slowly flying towards the warriors of the Celestial Clan.
When those rays of light touched the Celestial warriors, their bodies suddenly underwent strange changes. Their skin began to become transparent, and it was as if they could see the golden light flowing inside their bodies. Their eyes became deep, as if they could peer into the mystery of fate. Then, their abilities began to change. They were faster, stronger, and even able to control elements and use demon magic that only Mu Yu could do.
Everyone present was astonished as they watched the warriors of the Celestial Clan instantly copy Mu Yu's abilities and then use them with ease. Their shock was clearly shown on their faces, but what shocked them even more was what was to come.
Those Celestial warriors who had copied their abilities suddenly turned their attention to Mu Yu. There was a strange light shining in their eyes, as if they were imitating Mu Yu's movements and expressions. Then, they launched an attack together. The power was like a demon coming from the abyss, powerful and violent.
When those rays of light touched the warriors of the Celestial Clan, their bodies suddenly trembled, and then a powerful energy burst out from Mu Yu's body. It was a kind of pure power and an irresistible pressure. The warriors of the Celestial Clan fell down one by one. Their bodies could not bear the force and were destroyed instantly.
Mu Yu slowly raised his head, a strange light shining in his eyes. He knew in his heart that this was a situation he had never encountered before. His eyes turned to the camp of the Celestials. Standing there was a tall, middle-aged man with a majestic face. Their eyes met in the air, and an invisible force flowed between them.
\"This... what's going on?\" The demon warriors beside Mu Yu were shocked. They looked at the fallen Celestial warriors one by one, unable to understand what was happening in front of them.
"Be careful." Mu Yu warned, his eyes not leaving the middle-aged man. His hand quietly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the power in his body was like a boiling river, rushing endlessly.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man moved. His speed was surprisingly fast, and he was in front of Mu Yu in an instant. His hands drew an arc in the air, and an invisible force instantly enveloped Mu Yu.
He was surrounded by howling winds, rushing floods, and gleaming flames. These are the various powers of the demon clan. Under Mu Yu's command, they obey his orders like arms and fingers.
Mu Yu took a breath of air. He did not expect such a change at all. However, he was not defeated by this sudden crisis. He took a deep breath, and the demon blood flowing in his body seemed to respond to his determination and began to emit a blazing light.
Mu Yu began to concentrate, and his heartbeat gradually synchronized with the surrounding natural forces. The sound of wind, water flow, heartbeat, and even the tiny movements of natural cells were all within his perception. His body began to dance with a strange rhythm. It was the war dance of the demon clan, and it was their secret to gaining strength in battle.
As the dance progressed, Mu Yu felt that his strength was constantly improving. His muscles were as knotted as dragon tendons, and his skin was as hard as dragon scales. His eyes emitted sharp light, as if he could see into the enemy's heart.
At this moment, a clone of the Celestial Race attacked him. Mu Yu responded calmly, his movements still strong and flexible. He avoided the attack at an incredible angle, then suddenly exerted force and threw the spear in his hand.
The spear flew through the air like lightning and hit the target accurately. The clone was pierced by a spear in an instant, then thrown away by a powerful force and crashed into a pile of ruins.
