A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, followed by thunder and heavy rain. In this violent storm, a figure flew across the battlefield. Her figure was as fast as lightning, dodging the enemy's fierce attacks.
Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air and hit Yuanyuan's vitals. Her heart tightened, but her body reacted instinctively. She stepped aside and moved to the side of the arrow in an instant. However, she was still scratched on the shoulder by the arrow, and blood flowed out.
Yuanyuan gritted her teeth and frowned in pain. She clearly felt that her physical strength was rapidly draining away. She couldn't fall down, there were still too many things for her to accomplish. Yuanyuan glared at the enemy fiercely, with a firm light shining in her eyes.
At this time, a figure rushed to Yuanyuan's side. He was Mu Yu. He felt a pain in his heart when he saw Yuanyuan was injured. A cold light flashed in his eyes, as if a storm was brewing.
Mu Yu clenched his fists, Yuanyuan's injury aroused his strong desire to protect. A white mask appeared on his face, symbolizing that he had entered a state of rage. His eyes turned red, and a powerful energy burst out from his body, knocking back the enemies around him.
Mu Yu didn't speak, he just stood silently in front of Yuanyuan, like an unshakable mountain. His existence is the sternest warning to the enemy. He will not let anyone hurt Yuanyuan again, no matter how high the price is, he will not hesitate.
Mu Yu stood there, wearing a white mask with an expressionless face, which made his emotions seem to be completely concealed, and he was so indifferent that his heart stopped. His eyes penetrated the mask and shot directly at the enemy in front of him, as if he had seen through all illusions and hit the essence.
The thunder and lightning in his hand suddenly jumped, like a snake dancing, turning into a long sword. The sword flashed with dazzling electric light. The sword was extremely sharp, with fierce momentum and unstoppable power. The sword seemed to be made from the purest thunder and lightning, with a strong electric current attached to it, making every swing of the sword carry a roaring sound of thunder, as if thunder had come to the world.
Mu Yu clenched her sword tightly and launched a fierce attack on the enemy. Every swing seemed to split the enemy in front of him in half. Although the enemy also had a certain level of strength, he seemed powerless to fight back under the attack of Mu Yu's thunder and lightning sword.
Mu Yu's attacks became more and more fierce, and the thunder and lightning sword danced in his hands after a series of afterimages. Those afterimages seemed to have traces of lightning, illuminating everything around them. Under his attack, the enemy seemed to be swallowed up by endless thunder and lightning power, without even a chance to resist.
Under the illumination of the thunder sword, Mu Yu's eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if his emotions had been completely stripped away, leaving only the most instinctive desire to fight. Every attack he made was accurate and cruel, leaving no room for respite at all.
The texture of the mask is hard, as if it were carefully carved jade, without a single flaw. Its color is pure white, like winter snow, without a trace of impurities. There was no expression on this cold mask. It covered Mu Yu's face calmly, as if it blended into his skin.
When the enemy's blood splashed on Mu Yu's mask, the scarlet traces slid off the mask, but could not leave any traces. Mu Yu still stood there calmly, his eyes were like an abyss, deep and emotionless. The enemy's blood left winding traces on his mask, but those blood traces could not penetrate into the depths of the mask, as if they were blocked by an invisible barrier. His eyes looked through the blood, as if he could see through everything and directly penetrate into the enemy's heart.
Under this ruthless mask, Mu Yu's eyes were like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the enemy's soul. There was no warmth in his eyes, just like the winter wind, biting and cold. His gaze struck fear into his enemies, as if they were haunted by an invisible ghost. Under this indifferent mask, Mu Yu's heart was like a still lake, calm and deep, making it impossible for people to glimpse his true emotions.
He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, feeling the coldness and power coming from it. Whispering in his heart, he felt his own pulse, and the endless power seemed to burst out of his body.
The battle began, and the strong men from the three death realms launched the attack first. They waved the weapons in their hands, and every blow had the power to destroy the world. However, Mu Yu did not flinch, he rushed forward to meet the opponent's attack. His sword was like a dragon's roar, cutting through the space with a fierce momentum and slashing at the enemy.
The collision between swords caused violent vibrations. Every collision seemed to have the force of flattening a mountain. That shock wave made the surrounding space tremble. However, Mu Yu was not afraid, his eyes shone with determination.
Mu Yu's power gradually exploded, it was an irresistible force. His sword is like the blade of death, slashing at the enemy coldly and cruelly. Every slash carries an indescribable majesty and determination.
Under Mu Yu's fierce attack, the strong men in the three death realms began to retreat. Their attacks were neutralized by Mu Yu, and their defenses were as fragile as paper under Mu Yu's sword. Their eyes were full of fear and anxiety. They never thought that they would be so embarrassed in a battle.
After all, the three major death realms are no match for Mu Yu's outbreak. Although they are powerful, Mu Yu's sword is more powerful than them. Every time the sword is swung, the space will tremble, as if it will tear the whole world apart. His sword danced like a bolt of lightning, quickly crossing the battlefield, bringing with it the shadow of death.
Mu Yu's outburst shocked everyone. His sword cut through the darkness like a meteor, killing the enemies in the three realms of death. Every sword strike is like ringing the bell of death, announcing the enemy's doom. Under Mu Yu's sword, the enemies in the three realms of death became so small that they were instantly cut down like autumn leaves.
The battlefield instantly became silent, leaving only the sword in Mu Yu's hand waving. The enemies in front of him had fallen, their bodies like broken dolls on the battlefield, and their blood stained the ground red.
In the end, Mu Yu's sword passed through the chest of the last strong man, and he watched coldly as the other man fell slowly. There was no joy in his heart, only a deep exhaustion and relief.
At this moment, the tip of his sword trembled slightly. After all, the strong men in the three realms of death were no match for Mu Yu's explosion. They were killed and their threat was eliminated. Mu Yu's eyes returned to calmness, which was the tranquility and serenity after experiencing the wind and rain.
