Deep in the Hall of Valor, the air seemed to solidify into an iron plate, and a tense atmosphere filled every corner. The army of the sky, who were once the proud warriors of the Hall of Valor, were now reduced to frightened birds and were completely wiped out by the Chinese army. Their array was broken, and the corpses of their companions were scattered on the cold stone floor. Each one was like a broken piece of metal that had been hit by a heavy hammer, lifeless.
The Sky God Disciple, who was once the most mysterious and powerful being in the Hall of Valor, was now scarred and fled in embarrassment. Their divine power seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and they were unable to exert their due power. Their eyes were full of fear and despair, as if they were seeing the end of their fate.
At this time, the disciples of the Hall of Heroes came after hearing the news, their eyes flashing with anger and determination. They vowed to regain their position and make those Chinese troops pay the price. Driven by divine power, they are ready to start a battle of revenge.
In the dark corner of the Hall of Heroes, Mu Yu stood quietly, his eyes deep and cold. He watched all this, filled with doubts and worries. He knew that the next battle would be the biggest challenge of his life. His enemy, Chris Mod, the disciple of the Dark God, was walking towards him with a sneer.
Chris Moder's figure gradually appeared in the darkness, his face cold and cruel. He held a huge black sword in his hand, with a cold light shining on the sword. He approached Mu Yu step by step, and the power of darkness was as boundless as the night.
Mu Yu took a deep breath and suppressed the doubts and worries in his heart. He understood that now was not the time to hesitate, he had to go all out. He tightened his grip on the sword and stared at Chris Moder. There was a firm light in his eyes, which was the desire to win and the determination to challenge.
The prelude to the battle began, and the darkness of the Hall of Valor and the hope of the Chinese army collided here. The duel between Mu Yu and Chris Mod will determine the outcome of this war and the fate of the Hall of Valor.
Chris Moder, a loyal believer in the Dark God, skillfully uses the power from darkness. His body seemed to have turned into a moving furnace, swallowing up daunting dark energy. This kind of power is deep and heavy, as if even the air can be torn apart.
Chris Moder's hands moved across the void, and each wave was like playing a symphony of death. In an instant, the dark power gathered into black arrows and shot towards Mu Yu who was standing in front of him. These arrows carry a chilling whistling sound. They are the representation of darkness and the embodiment of Chris Mod's power.
Faced with this sudden attack, Mu Yu did not flinch. He stared at the whizzing dark arrows without any fear on his face. On the contrary, his eyes were full of determination and determination. He clasped his hands together, and a golden light began to glow around his body. This was sacred power, inspired by Mu Yu to protect himself and everything he believed in.
The two forces collided in the air, bursting out with intense light. Darkness and holiness were intertwined at that moment, like two giant dragons rolling in the void, and every impact was like a thunderous noise. The power of darkness surges in like a tide, while the divine power resists firmly like an unshakable mountain.
When Chris Mod saw this, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He quickly changed gestures with his hands, and those dark arrows suddenly became faster and fiercer as if they had received instructions. They broke the bonds of air and made a heart-stopping sonic boom.
However, Mu Yu is not an easy opponent to deal with. His divine power formed a solid shield, blocking the invasion of dark arrows. His eyes were full of perseverance and belief, as if no matter how powerful the power of darkness was, he had the confidence and ability to resist.
The battle became more and more fierce, and the dark and divine power echoed in the temple, as if it would never end. Every blow caused the surrounding air to vibrate, and every blow made the ground tremble. Although the power of darkness is powerful and profound, the sacred power is still like a bright light, guiding Mu Yu's direction.
Finally, in a thunderous collision, the dark and divine forces reached a balance.
In the realm of life, Mu Yu felt that his body and soul had been elevated to a whole new level. He was immersed in the power of the sun, like a huge furnace, constantly refining his body and soul. He could feel that his control over the power of the sun had transcended the realm of mortals. He was like a giant walking in the heat wave, easily controlling this power.
His muscles were nourished by the power of the sun, becoming tough and powerful, and every swing carried thunderous power. His eyes sparkled with golden light, as if he could see through all darkness. The power of his divine disciple has become so powerful that it can affect the surrounding elements. He can call the wind and rain, cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, and has complete control over the power of nature.
At this time, the dark disciple Chris Mod appeared in front of him. His eyes flashed with cunning and malice, like a beast hiding in the dark, always ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. His power is powerful and evil, and the power of darkness is like a dark ocean, constantly surging.
However, facing Mu Yu's power of the sun, Chris Mod's power of darkness seemed so small and insignificant. Mu Yu straightened his body, like a warrior standing in the strong wind, facing the dark challenge without fear. He clasped his hands together, and the golden brilliance of the sun's power flowed from his fingertips, condensing into a bright light that shot straight into the sky.
"Chris Mod, your power of darkness cannot resist my power of the sun!" Mu Yu shouted. His voice was loud and firm, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, illuminating the darkest corners.
Chris Mode's face turned livid, and he roared and rushed towards Mu Yu. The power of darkness pressed against Mu Yu like a huge mountain, trying to crush him. However, Mu Yu stood like a mountain, unmoved at all. He waved his hand gently, and the power of the sun rushed towards Chris Moder like a salvo of thousands of arrows.
Darkness and light collided in the air, bursting out with intense light and energy. The battle between Mu Yu and Chris Mod has attracted the attention of all life in the living realm. They gathered around the battle to bear witness to this earth-shattering decisive battle.
On that dawning morning, before the sun's rays had completely shone, two figures intertwined in the open wilderness. Mu Yu, a warrior from China, and Chris Moder, a ruthless killer, are engaged in a life-and-death duel. Their movements were as fast as lightning, their fists were violent, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to be shaking.
Chris Moder, his eyes were as cold as steel and devoid of emotion. He is shaped like a cheetah, cunning and fierce. His fist skills are deep in the art of killing, and when he throws out a punch, it is like the god of death coming. However, Mu Yu did not back down. He faced off head-on without letting the other party take any advantage. His eyes were as firm as a rock, and he showed no fear in the face of life and death threats.
Just as the two were fighting inextricably, Mu Yu suddenly felt a chill behind him. He was shocked and immediately stepped back. He saw a young man standing behind him holding a gun, his eyes cold and firm. The muzzle of the gun in his hand glowed coldly, like a cold death in the darkness.
Mu Yu's heart sank, he knew that this man was an accomplice of the enemy. He did not dare to hesitate and immediately attacked Chris Moder. However, the opponent seemed to have anticipated it and easily dodged his attack. Mu Yu secretly screamed in his heart, he was already surrounded by the opponent.
Just as he was about to attack again, the gunman suddenly opened fire. The sound of gunfire was like thunder that broke through the sky, shaking the entire wilderness. The bullet instantly cut through the air and sped towards Mu Yu. Mu Yu was startled and immediately turned sideways to avoid it. However, the speed of the bullet was too fast, and he could only barely avoid the vital point.
Still, the bullet left a deep gash in his shoulder. Blood immediately poured out, staining his clothes red. Mu Yu took a breath of air as severe pain spread throughout his body. However, he knew now was not the time to hesitate. He endured the pain and attacked Chris Moder again.
A silver light instantly pierced the darkness. It was the "one-hit-kill gun", hand-crafted by the mysterious Odin disciple. It was so powerful that it could destroy any enemy instantly. When it flashes in the air, it seems that even time has stopped and the air is frozen in an instant.
The silver spear tip shone with a cold light, seeming to express its endless power. Every time it was swung through the air, it caused a deep sonic boom, as if the air was wailing in pain. Every swing made Mu Yu feel unprecedented pressure, and his heartbeat was like a tightly held drumstick, beating on his chest.
The appearance of Odin's disciples undoubtedly made the situation of this battle more serious. His figure looked tall and mysterious in the moonlight, as if carrying an insurmountable momentum. His eyes were as deep as the sea, shining with a cold light, which reflected his firm belief in victory and his deep enthusiasm for the challenge.
Facing such an opponent, Mu Yu felt unprecedented pressure. His heartbeat was like being beaten by a heavy drum, and every beat made him feel a deep fear. His eyes were fixed on the silver spear tip, as if predicting its next move. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
However, despite the increased pressure, Mu Yu did not give up. There was a firm light in his eyes, which was the desire to win and the determination to challenge. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and prepared for this tough battle. He knew that although the "One-hit Killing Spear" was powerful, as long as he could withstand the blow, the balance of victory would tilt in his favor.
Mu Yu shuttled through the depths of the forest, his steps light and vigorous, like a nimble cheetah. His eyes were always alert to the front, showing a sense of deep worry and tension.
Behind him, Clark Wilson and Chris Moder were chasing him, making him unable to stop. Their strength alone is not inferior to his. Now, with the two of them joining forces, he is even more difficult to resist.
He knew that the news that Yang Gao was in Fierce Beast Valley must have been spread by his enemies. This news, like a double-edged sword, not only gave him a goal, but also put him in trouble.
He couldn't help but recall the past with Yang Gao. They had fought side by side and faced life and death together. But now, he is being hunted by his enemies, and may even lose the news about Yang Gao.
His heart ached and his soul trembled. But he knew he couldn't give up. He must persevere, for Yang Gao's sake and for his own sake.
The trees in the forest rustled in the night wind, as if cheering for his escape. The stars in the sky were like bright eyes, watching his escape.
Looking at the new owner of the Hall of Valor in front of him, Clark Wilson. He was wearing a white suit, and his tall figure looked even taller in the sunlight. Those deep eyes revealed a fierce majesty, as if they wanted to swallow up the whole world.
Mu Yu couldn't help but sigh, is this the new leader of the Hall of Valor? That kind of aura, that sense of oppression, is completely different from the previous Hall of Valor. He originally thought that a being like Clark Wilson would be sitting on a high throne, strategizing, and commanding thousands of troops in the Hall of Valor. But now, he took matters into his own hands and hunted him down, which undoubtedly shocked Mu Yu.
Clark Wilson's personal action obviously put tremendous pressure on Mu Yu. His eyes were full of vigilance and nervousness. He knew that Clark Wilson was no longer the figure sitting on the throne, but a real warrior with strong fighting power. Every movement and every look in his eyes revealed strong murderous intent.
Mu Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart. It seemed that the Chinese army had wiped out all the Sky Army in the Hall of Valor before, which made Clark Wilson very angry. Now he takes action personally just to teach himself a lesson? He clenched the weapon in his hand, and although he was a little panicked, he was more determined and determined. He won't just surrender like this, he still has many things to do, and he can't just fall down like this.
The raindrops were flying and hitting the ground overwhelmingly, each drop seemed to be expressing some kind of anger. In this violent rain, Mu Yu was like a desperate deer, running exhausted. His clothes were soaked by the rain and clung heavily to his body, but he did not dare to stop.
Behind him, Clark's anger was like a ball of fire, which stood out in the heavy rain. His hands danced in the air, condensing bright runes. These runes seemed to be endowed with invisible power, bombarding Mu Yu. Every blow caused the surrounding ground to crack and rocks to fly. Although Mu Yu tried his best to avoid it, the force still almost knocked him over.
And just as the horror in Mu Yu's heart poured down like a torrential rain, the scene in front of him shocked him even more. The lightning gathered in front of him and instantly formed a huge thunder ball, blocking his way like a huge barrier. And in the lightning, a man's figure gradually appeared. He stood there like a thunder god descending into the world, looking at Mu Yu coldly.
The man was wearing an ancient robe with intricate silver runes embroidered on it. His face is deep and his facial features are as three-dimensional as sculptures. The most eye-catching thing is his eyes, which seem to see through everything and make people afraid to look directly.
A man stood alone in front of the road, like a sudden obstacle, blocking Mu Yu's path. His stature is tall and majestic, just like Maravi, one of the five gods in Indian religion. He has inherited the majesty of Emperor Shakti and exudes a sense of oppression that cannot be ignored.
His face is deep and mysterious, as if depicting the totem of ancient Indian mythology. His eyes were like abyss, hiding endless power and secrets, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. His skin was bronze, as if it had been burned by the years and the scorching sun, and was full of primitive and wild charm.
His eyes were like the deep starry sky, full of endless secrets and power. When his eyes fell on Mu Yu, it seemed as if even the air was condensed by it. From his eyes, Mu Yu saw coldness, majesty, and power that could not be ignored. His long hair was like ink, floating in the night wind, like a dark picture, showing his mystery and majesty.
He was wearing an ancient Indian robe, which was embroidered with mysterious totems and symbols. Every detail revealed powerful power and a solemn sense of ritual. He stood there like an ancient Hindu god who had stepped out of the distant Vedic era and descended into this world.
His clothes are complex and gorgeous, with red as the main color and dotted with gold and gems, which not only highlights his noble status, but also exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. His fingers were slender and elegant, as if he could easily grasp fate and control the power of divine punishment.
When he glanced at Mu Yu, Mu Yu felt a biting chill. It was a gaze from the abyss, full of majesty and coldness. His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, see through Mu Yu's heart, leaving her with nowhere to hide.
Maravi's body is filled with a powerful aura, which is the power of divine punishment, a symbol of his role as one of the five gods in Indian religion. His existence was like an insurmountable peak, blocking Mu Yu's path, making it impossible for her to move forward.
His face is profound, like a sculpture, depicting Maravi, one of the five gods of ancient and mysterious Hinduism. It was a majestic and sacred aura that no one dared to approach easily. His eyes were deep and cold, like a frozen lake in the cold winter, cold and deep.
Mu Yu could feel that this man possessed powerful power, a power that seemed to be able to shake the world and reverse the universe. She was secretly vigilant in her heart. Facing such power, she knew that she had to be careful, otherwise she might fall into danger that she could not extricate herself from.
