The girl Yang Gao stood alone on the battlefield, her heart immersed in deep sadness. Her comrade-in-arms, Fujimiya Nobunori, who once stood by her to protect her and fight alongside her, is no longer there.
It was he who defended her against Yamata no Orochi's fatal attack at the cost of his own life. Yang Gao's eyes were red and tears streaked down her cheeks, taking away all her strength.
However, the war did not give her time to wallow in grief. In front of her, Fusang's army was like a vast ocean. The dark soldiers were holding weapons and wearing iron armor. Their eyes were firmly fixed on Yang Gao. Their purpose is clear, they want to destroy her completely. At this critical moment of life and death, Yang Gao had no choice. She had to stand up for her homeland and for those who had sacrificed to protect her.
The huge hammer slowly rose in Yang Gao's hand, and its weight seemed to crush her arm. However, Yang Gao did not flinch. She held the handle of the hammer tightly, her eyes shining with determination. She knew that this was her battle, her challenge, and her destiny.
Yang Gao's figure was like a hard rock in the storm, standing steadily. His eyes were like two twinkling stars in the thick dust and smoke, full of determination and determination. He held the huge hammer tightly, and every thread seemed to make a thundering roar.
Suddenly, Yang Gao moved. He jumped up like a tiger, swung the big hammer, and smashed into Fuso's army with an unstoppable force. When the hammer collided with the armor of the first Fuso soldier, the violent vibration made Yang Gao's body tremble. However, this did not stop him from moving forward. He advanced like breaking waves, knocking down one Fuso soldier after another.
At this time, a powerful energy burst out from Yang Gao's body. His muscles were as hard as steel, and his steps were as fast as the wind. He wielded a sledgehammer, and every swing seemed to challenge the limits of the earth. That power was like a gluttonous force roaring inside his body, destroying all obstacles that blocked his progress.
Fuso soldiers fell to the ground one after another under Yang Gao's fierce attack. Their armors were as fragile as paper under Yang Gao's sledgehammer, and their bodies were broken like dead leaves under Yang Gao's power. The entire battlefield was enveloped by Yang Gao's roar and the sound of the hammer, and the fierce momentum seemed to swallow up the entire world.
Yang Gao's attacks did not stop. He seemed to be crazy and regarded every Fuso soldier as a target. He has only one belief in his heart, which is to protect his homeland and his relatives and friends. Driven by this belief, he exerted his power to the extreme and repelled Fuso's army time and time again.
However, the Fuso army came like a tide, and they seemed endless. Yang Gao's body was exhausted, but his eyes were still firm. He knew that he could not fall, because as long as he still had breath, he would continue to fight.
Yang Gao took a deep breath, and then waved the hammer in his hand vigorously. Each wave carries her anger and sadness, and each wave seems to send her protest to the sky. Her heart was filled with determination, and she knew that no matter what enemies she faced, no matter what difficulties she faced, she would never give up.
Every inch of skin is like a weapon that has been tempered thousands of times, full of symbols of strength. His eyes were like abyss, swallowing up all light, but also shining with cunning light in the darkness. He holds a huge mace in his hand, which is covered with sharp teeth, as if to tell his fearless courage and powerful strength.
Fuso's army was like a dark cloud. They rode tall horses, wore iron armor, and had spears in their hands. They rushed towards Yang Gao uniformly. Their eyes were full of fear and awe, but also filled with irrepressible fighting spirit, because they knew that they had to face a god with the power of gluttony.
When the two forces collided together, the whole world shook. Yang Gao wielded the mace in his hand with unparalleled strength. Every blow was like a landslide and tsunami, beating the Fuso army back steadily. His gluttonous power is like a huge whirlpool, swallowing up all approaching enemies, leaving them struggling in despair, and then disappearing into the endless power.
His gluttonous power is like a dragon that has been sleeping for a long time. Once awakened, it can turn the world upside down and shake the world. At this moment, this power is surging crazily, like a volcano about to erupt, making people feel unspeakable fear.
The Fuso army was like a dark cloud, sweeping in with great force. Their swords and swords flashed in the sun, like the claws of evil wolves, fierce and cruel. Their morale was like a rainbow, their fighting spirit was full, and they seemed to be determined to devour Yang Gao.
However, facing Yang Gao's gluttonous power, they were like moths flying to the flame. Although they rushed one after another, they could never get even half a step closer to Yang Gao. Whenever they try to break through the defense line, the invisible force will be like an insurmountable gap, swallowing them up mercilessly.
Yang Gao's eyes were as cold as the abyss, and he faced the attack of Fuso's army without fear. With a wave of his hand, the gluttonous power surged out like a torrent, swallowing up all the oncoming enemies. At that moment, their weapons and armor were instantly shattered by the impact of power, and their bodies were as light as pieces of paper and were swept away by the force of the wind.
The entire battlefield instantly became dead silent, leaving only Yang Gao's deep and shocking breathing. His figure looked taller and more powerful under the reflection of the setting sun, like an unshakable god of war. The remains of Fuso's army piled up behind him, as if to tell of his endless power.
At this moment, Yang Gao proved his strength with absolute strength. He used his gluttonous power to fight against Fusang's army, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, sweeping through thousands of troops. His strength and courage became a shadow in everyone's hearts, making people full of awe and fear of him.
At this moment, Yang Gao became the real eye of the storm. The scene around him became blurred in the strong wind, and he could only vaguely see the Fuso soldiers struggling in pain. Their voices disappeared in the wind, leaving only Yang Gao's wild roar.
This devouring seemed to be a grand ceremony, Yang Gao stood there like a god. The Fuso army was swept away like dust in front of him, their morale and courage seemed so fragile in front of Yang Gao's gluttonous power.
