On the vast battlefield of the gods, a mysterious white mask was like an invisible flag, leading Mu Yu to transcend the limitations of time and space and step into this stage full of smoke and glory. His arrival was like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, causing ripples one after another.
In this world filled with war and death, countless enemies appeared in his sight like shadows. They are tall or short, fat or thin, some have hateful eyes, and some have bloodthirsty smiles. They waved their weapons and launched wave after wave of attacks on Mu Yu, who had just joined the battle.
Most of these enemies are casual cultivators from all over the world. They gather on this battlefield of the gods for their own interests and beliefs. Their attacks were unorganized and extremely crazy. Like enraged beasts, they charged towards Mu Yu. Their eyes were burning with the flames of desire, and their figures looked particularly twisted and ferocious in the afterglow of the setting sun.
However, Mu Yu did not flinch in the face of this tidal wave of enemies. He stood there, the white mask on his face as cold as ice and snow, and as bright as moonlight. He gently waved the weapon in his hand, and each wave brought up a flow of air, crushing all the enemies who attacked. His eyes were full of determination and firmness, as if no matter how many times he attacked, he could not shake his will.
In this way, Mu Yu faced countless enemies on the battlefield of the gods and launched a thrilling battle.
Mu Yu's face looked even paler. The white mask on his face seemed to absorb all the evil spirits. It was a power coming from the depths of darkness, filled with endless violence and murderous intent. The moment the evil spirit broke out, his figure was like a white lightning, tearing apart the silence of the night and rushing into the crowd.
His speed was so fast that it was impossible to catch him, as if he was moving instantly. He shuttled through the crowd, and wherever he went, people's throats were cut by the blade in his hand before they could even scream. His sword skills are precise and ruthless, without any hesitation or mercy. Blood splashed everywhere, shining strangely under the moonlight.
The evil spirit permeated the air, making the entire battlefield extremely cold. Mu Yu's figure flickered in and out of the crowd, like a god of death dancing. His blade shone coldly under the moonlight, and every time he swung it, it brought up a bloody whirlwind.
This killing was doomed from the moment he rushed into the crowd. He used his knife to cut through every life that stood in his way. His eyes were cold and firm, as if to say: "This is my war, this is my world." In this crazy killing, he was like a cold killer, without any emotions, only endless evil spirit. and killing.
At this moment, he was both frightening and awe-inspiring. He is the evil star of the night and the embodiment of killing.
A pure white thunder power burst out from his body, like lightning in winter, bright and dazzling. This power instantly filled the air, like morning mist, permeating the surroundings with a cold and violent aura. It was a pure force, so powerful and shocking that it was impossible to look directly at it.
This white thunder power was faintly mixed with a bloody aura. It was a deep smell of rust, a strong smell of murder. This strange power makes Mu Yu look even more mysterious and dangerous.
The colors of red and white intertwined on his body, as if forming a strong wind that swept the entire battlefield in an instant. The enemies in front of him fell one after another like wheat fields under the sickle under this power. Their bodies collapsed instantly when the power exploded, and no one survived.
Mu Yu's power was so powerful and violent that even the heaven and earth seemed to be shaken by it. The enemy is as vulnerable as a paper tiger in front of his power. His figure was like a bolt of lightning on the battlefield, leaving a mess wherever it passed.
Unable to resist, impossible to ignore. Every move he makes is a massacre, and no enemy, no matter how powerful they are, can survive his astonishing power.
His figure looked tall and lonely under the scorching sun, like a mountain that no one could climb. His eyes were like a frozen lake in winter, cold and deep. He held a huge battle ax in his hand, like a strong wind that could tear everything apart. Every time he swung it, it brought up afterimages, which was chilling.
His presence is a threat to everyone, a threat that cannot be ignored. His strength caused enemies to gather together. They no longer acted alone, but instead gathered into an army, hoping to fight against this powerful existence together. However, no matter how hard they tried or how they fought, Mu Yu was like an unbeatable beast, killing them with ease.
His movements are too fast to catch, and his power is too powerful to resist. He is like a wolf on the prairie. No matter what kind of prey it is, it cannot escape his pursuit. His battle ax gleamed coldly in the sun, taking away an enemy's life with every swing.
Despite the incoming waves of enemies, Mu Yu always remained calm and collected. His eyes were full of contempt for the enemy, as if to say: "You weak enemies cannot shake me in the slightest." His figure was erratic on the grassland, like a ghost, making the enemy elusive.
In this way, Mu Yu faced endless enemies alone. He had no fear or hesitation, only firm determination and incomparable self-confidence. His power makes his enemies fearful, and his presence makes them fear him. He is the wind on the grassland, he is Mu Yu, an invincible existence.
In the fierce battle, Mu Yu's power gradually emerged. His figure was as fast as lightning, and every move brought a fierce storm, as if even the air was torn apart. His eyes were as firm as iron. Facing the attacks of many masters, he showed no fear and resisted their siege by himself.
His body movements are flexible and changeable, like dancing, and he can easily dodge deadly attacks. And his attacks were as violent as thunder, with every blow carrying the power to destroy everything. The masters retreated one after another, with looks of shock and fear on their faces.
Mu Yu's strength made them uneasy, and they knew they had met an unmatched opponent. But they did not give up, but instead aroused their fighting spirit even more. They gathered together and joined forces to launch a more powerful attack.
The energy gathered into a huge beam of light and violently bombarded Mu Yu. Mu Yu showed no fear on his face. He raised his head, his pupils shining with determination. He raised his hands, and a powerful force surged out of his body, turning into a huge energy barrier in front of him.
The beam hit the energy barrier and made a deafening noise. Mu Yu's body trembled slightly, but he still stood firmly on the spot without taking a step back. And the energy barrier became brighter, as if burning.
