On the battlefield, Mu Yu faced the army of heavenly beings coming like a tide alone. His figure looked lonely and tenacious in the chaotic crowd, just like a small boat in the storm. Although he was small, he was full of perseverance and unyielding spirit.
His gaze was as deep as the night sky, shining with firmness and determination. Mu Yu clenched his hands, and the shimmering light surrounding the electric current danced on his fingertips. A powerful force surged in his body, which was the power of thunder and lightning that he relied on for survival. It was like a violent beast, restless in his grasp.
The army of gods was like a black torrent, covering the entire plain. Their shouts were like the roars of wild beasts, trying to devour Mu Yu. However, Mu Yu was not controlled by fear. His will was like a sharpened sword, indestructible.
He began to wave the thunder sword in his hand, and the sword's light was like lightning, piercing the sky. Every sword dance brings out a flash of lightning, like a meteor in the night sky, bright and short-lived. Every sword strike was accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning, like the roar of a wild beast, which was shocking.
In the shuttle of the power of thunder and lightning, Mu Yu was like a nimble swallow, walking freely among the army of heavenly beings. His body was fast and flexible, dodging attack after attack. His figure wanders around the battlefield, like a passionate poem, telling about his tenacity and unyielding.
Despite facing major threats, despite being in endless darkness, Mu Yu still sticks to himself, using his firm will and strong strength to find the possibility of survival in this seemingly hopeless battle. Every attack and every dodge he makes is full of life force and tenacity. His figure dances on the battlefield like a vivid picture depicting his tenacity and perseverance.
The power of thunder and lightning swirled around him, forming an invisible barrier. Anyone who tried to get close to him would be struck by thunder and lightning. His sword is as bright as the stars. Every time he swings it, it will cut through the sky and bring out a bright electric light.
Under the intensive attack, Mu Yu's figure was like a phantom, quickly shuttled among the army of heavenly beings. His movements were quick and precise, his eyes sharp and determined. He knew that as long as he persisted for a moment and a half, his reinforcements would arrive, and as long as he persisted for a moment and a half, he would be able to win this battle of life and death.
At this moment, a cold arrow shot through the air and aimed at Mu Yu's vital part. At this critical moment, Mu Yu suddenly jumped up, and the power of thunder and lightning exploded instantly, shaking the cold arrow away from its direction. His figure rolled in the air, then fell back to the ground, continuing a fierce battle with the army of heavenly beings.
Mu Douhuang faced two powerful people from the death realm of the Celestial Race alone. His figure looked lonely and tenacious in the wind, like an unshakable mountain.
In the sky, the scorching sun shone down, making Mu Dou Huang's golden armor as hot as molten iron. His eyes were firm and unafraid. In front of him, the two Celestial Race Death Realm powerhouses were as towering as two mountains. Their battle armor is inlaid with stars, shining brightly, symbolizing the endless power of the stars they possess. Their eyes were cold and filled with the aura of death.
The wind howled by, bringing up sand and dust and the clothes of the three warriors. Mu Douhuang slowly pulled out the battle sword from his waist. The light on the sword flashed in the sun, seeming to call for the master's power. His eyes shone with determination and perseverance, as if to say, no matter what the outcome, he would move forward.
The two Celestial Death Realm experts looked at him coldly, and gleaming weapons also appeared in their hands. They didn't speak, but their eyes said it all. This is a life and death battle with no retreat and no compromise.
The battle broke out in an instant. Mu Douhuang rushed towards the two death realm experts like a tornado. His sword cut through the air, making a sharp sound. In front of him, the attacks of two strong men in the death realm also fell at the same time. The sky seemed to tremble and the earth seemed to tremble.
The sword light flickered like a shooting star in the night sky. Every collision seemed to shake the world. Mu Douhuang's attack was like a violent storm, unstoppable. The counterattack of the two strong men in the death realm was as heavy as the weight of mountains.
The battle became more and more intense, but Mu Douhuang was not at a disadvantage. His figure was extremely flexible in battle. He was one against two, but still had the upper hand. His swordsmanship is sharp, and every swing of his sword can make his opponent take a step back. His eyes are firm, and every impact can make his opponents fearful.
In the end, Mu Douhuang's sword slashed across the neck of a strong man in the death realm, and a bloody light instantly rose. The strong man in the death realm shook for a moment, then slowly fell down. His eyes were full of surprise and unwillingness.
Seeing his companion fall, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of another Death Realm expert. But he did not back down, but launched an even more ferocious attack. Mu Douhuang withstood his attack and then launched a counterattack. His sword was like a dragon raising its head, stabbing straight into the opponent's chest. Although the opponent's weapon blocked the sword, the huge force shocked his arm to the point of numbness.
Mu Douhuang did not stop, and his second and third swords came out one after another. The opponent can only retreat and defend. In the process of retreating, his pace became more and more chaotic, and his defense had more and more loopholes.
At this moment, there are many strange phenomena in the sky. An ancient coercion descended from the sky, making the earth tremble. This is the arrival of the Celestial Race, and their appearance brings endless pressure, as if the entire world is under their control.
However, in the face of such oppression, Qin An did not flinch at all. His eyes shone with determination, as if there was an invisible force surging within him. He knew that he came here just for this day.
Suddenly, a bright light burst out from behind Qin An. It was a golden light, like a giant dragon, soaring from Qin An's back. That is the dragon totem, his strength and his belief.
The divine dragon totem rose up and instantly confronted the celestial beings in the sky. The golden dragon was shining brightly in the darkness, as if it was going to illuminate this dark world.
The eyes of the Celestial Race turned to Qin An and his dragon totem, with surprise on their faces. They didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary human being could possess such powerful power.
However, Qin An didn't give them much time to be surprised. He rushed forward, and the dragon totem behind him roared out, as if to swallow up all the darkness.
A fierce battle unfolded in the sky. Qin An and his dragon totem launched a fierce confrontation with the Celestials. Their movements are as fast as lightning and their attacks are as fierce as thunder.
