Mu Yu's footsteps sounded slightly in the breeze, and in the darkness, Morojiaying's eyes stared at him tightly like a poisonous snake.
Morojia Shadow, that shadow hidden in the darkness that Mu Yu could not see clearly, posed a huge threat to him. It is a kind of fear that comes from the depths of the soul, like a gangrene attached to the bones, which is difficult to get rid of. He could feel the presence of Moraka's shadow, like a sharp sword in the darkness, hanging above his head, ready to fall at any time.
However, at this moment when he needed help the most, Muyu's old enemy, the Daitengu, appeared in front of him. This powerful opponent had fought against Mu Yu many times, and each time he had to pay a heavy price for Mu Yu. At this moment, their eyes met in the air, sparking invisible sparks.
Despite the difficulties, Mu Yu did not give up. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and gathered strength from his fingertips. Blue arcs of electricity jumped between his fingers, gradually forming a bright thunder. He raised his head to the sky and roared, pushing the thunder towards the Great Tengu.
It was a bright light that cut through the dark sky and instantly illuminated everything around it. The power and sound of thunder shook the entire wilderness, causing the shadow of Moraka in the darkness to take a step back. The Great Tengu was hit by the thunder, and his body rolled several times in the air before falling heavily to the ground.
Mu Yu followed closely behind and continued to attack. He waved the Thunder Sword in his hand and rushed towards the Great Tengu. Their battle began again, and Mu Yu's anger and determination were clearly displayed at this moment. No matter how difficult it is, he will never give up.
In the fierce battle, Mu Yu faced tremendous pressure. His opponents, the Great Tengu and Moraka, not only possess great strength and agility, but also adopt cunning tactics. Although he tried his best to avoid it, countless small needles and threads came like a rainstorm, leaving him overwhelmed.
Mu Yu had no choice but to quickly deploy the power grid in an attempt to withstand these deadly attacks. However, these needles and threads seemed endless, like masses of pitch-black night, constantly eroding his defenses. His movements became heavy and sluggish, as if every step was stuck in a quagmire, and his defensive strength was rapidly depleting.
While he was struggling to resist, a strange disciple suddenly appeared beside him. This god's disciple has a deep face and cold eyes, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression. He launched an attack without mercy, aiming directly at Mu Yu's life.
This divine disciple's methods were extremely clever, making Mu Yu almost unable to resist. His attacks came like a tidal wave, leaving Mu Yu unable to resist. Every attack seemed to tear Mu Yu's defense apart, and every resistance seemed to challenge his limits.
Faced with such a dilemma, Mu Yu felt unprecedented pressure. His heartbeat was beating like a drum, his breathing was rapid, and his nerves were so tense that they seemed to break. He knew that if he couldn't find a breakthrough quickly, he might fall here.
Before Mu Yu could relax his vigilance, the earth began to surge, and countless ground thorns attacked him. With a sharp look in his eyes, he instantly activated the Destiny Domain, trying to resist this sudden attack with his own strength. He made a mistake and cleverly avoided the first wave of ground thorns. However, more ground thorns seemed to be endless, stabbing him one after another.
At this moment, a girl suddenly appeared next to him. She has a delicate face, resolute eyes, and an unyielding spirit. She kicked Mu Yu in the face without hesitation, and a powerful force instantly kicked him away.
Mu Yu was caught off guard by the sudden attack. He struggled to stand up and felt a sharp pain on his face. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the girl, doubts and vigilance flashing in his eyes.
But the girl cast a cold look at him, and she said, "You seem to enjoy the feeling of being attacked? Then I'll let you see something more exciting." Before she finished speaking, she moved and moved toward him again. Mu Yu attacks.
The four divine disciples surrounding Mu Yu each had cold and cruel expressions. Their gazes were like sharp swords, piercing Mu Yu, as if they were going to tear him apart completely. Their bodies were tense, as if on the verge of breaking out, and the chilling atmosphere made the surrounding air seem to condense.
The ghostly figures of Clark, Morovi and others from before were looming under the moonlight. There were ten disciples in total, a staggering number. They were like ghosts in the dark night, with cold and majestic smiles, completely surrounding Mu Yu.
Facing this seemingly hopeless situation, Mu Yu's helplessness was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart heavily. He looked around, and the eyes of those divine disciples were filled with teasing and ridicule, as if they were waiting for him to be captured without mercy.
However, at this critical moment, a dark figure galloped from a distance. It was a voice that he was once very familiar with and now looked forward to - Ji Hexuan.
She was like a shooting star in the night sky, carrying an unstoppable momentum that instantly broke the stalemate. Her eyes were like knives, as if she could penetrate all illusions. Her figure looks more and more mysterious under the moonlight, like a goddess in the moon palace, flying down in the sky.
With her help, the six disciples were taken away instantly, and their figures disappeared in the moonlight, leaving only the shocked expressions of the ten disciples. At this moment, they seemed to realize that what they were facing was not a simple opponent, but a trap that had been prepared for a long time. However, no matter how hard they struggled, they could no longer change the established outcome.
Mu Yu's face was as pale as a ghost. His mask, which was originally plain white, suddenly glowed a fiery red as if being burned by flames. This change seems to indicate an upcoming storm.
His eyes were as deep as the night, shining with contradictory light. On the one hand, they exude endless compassion, as if they can see all the suffering in the world; on the other hand, they exude strong determination, as if they can overcome any difficulty no matter what.
A powerful demonic energy spurted out from Mu Yu's body, like a demon that had just escaped from hell. It was a dark, violent force that condensed the anger and sadness, despair and hope deep in his heart. This force, like a bound beast, is eager to release its anger.
The four divine disciples were frightened by the demonic energy emanating from Mu Yu's body. They stood there blankly, like frozen statues. Their faces were full of fear, the fear of facing the unknown and the awe of powerful power. Unable to move or speak, they could only look at Mu Yu quietly, as if they were looking at a demon emerging from the abyss.
Mu Yu's figure looked even taller in the moonlight, and every move he made was filled with murderous intent. He stretched out his finger and waved lightly, and the red demonic energy swept towards the four divine disciples like a giant dragon. The disciples of the gods were so fragile in front of this power, their defenses were like paper in front of Mu Yu's demonic energy.
At this moment, Mu Yu was synonymous with death, and his existence was a threat to all life around him. His mask is no longer a simple red, but a complex color containing anger, sadness, despair and hope. This is like a delicate painting, depicting the majesty of his heart.
Mu Yu's figure was like a violent ghost. His whole body was surrounded by blood-colored thunder and lightning. The strong current was like thousands of poisonous snakes, rolling and roaring, forming a cold pressure. His eyes were filled with a sharp cold light, as if they could pierce people's souls.
With a flick of his finger, the blood-colored thunder and lightning quickly transformed into countless ferocious ghost dragons, as if summoned. They are about several feet long, with teeth and claws, and their bodies are winding and twisted, as if they are going to tear apart the space and soar into the sky. These ghost dragons swept towards the Great Tengu, and their momentum seemed to swallow up the entire world.
Mu Yu, on the other hand, flashed across the night sky like lightning and arrived in front of Morojia in an instant. His eyes were cold and firm, like a frozen lake in the cold winter, quiet and deep. His fists were clenched, and the power seemed to gather all the power in the world. A powerful air flow came from his fists, like a tiger coming out of its gate, violent and powerful.
This punch, with endless power and determination, blasted towards Moraka. Although Namalaka's face was expressionless, the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed. He obviously didn't expect that Mu Yu's power would be so powerful.
At this time, the ghost dragon formed by bloody thunder and lightning had also surrounded the Daitengu. The endless pressure made it difficult for the Daitengu to resist. All of this reached its climax with Mu Yu's punch.
In the bloody electrical storm, the Great Tengu was like a fluttering feather, violently thrown away by the violent force. His figure looked extraordinarily small in the bloody electric light, but also extraordinarily tough. He is like a brave eagle, spreading its wings in the storm, never flinching even in the face of irresistible force.
However, just as he was pushed away by the electrical storm, Mu Yu turned around instantly and aimed directly at the girl among the two new disciples. The girl is still young and has a delicate face, like a jade rabbit under the moonlight, cold and pure. But her eyes were full of perseverance and determination, as if there was endless courage hidden deep inside.
The girl's leg skills were unusual, each strike was like the fury of thunder, powerful and violent. Her movements were as fast as lightning, and she had already launched an attack as soon as Mu Yu approached. Every collision was like a clash of metals, with sparks flying. Mu Yu tried more than thirty times, but was repelled by those legs every time.
However, Mu Yu did not give up. He is like an unyielding beast, constantly groping and trying under the attack of prey. Finally, he found a flaw, rushed forward, and hit the girl's leg hard with his palm. The girl groaned and was knocked back a few steps by Mu Yu's power.
This battle was fierce and cruel, and bloody electricity raged in the space, dyeing everything around it with a layer of blood. The Great Tengu contends with the electrical storm in the distance, while Muyu's battle with the girl continues to escalate. Every attack they make is full of determination and courage, and every defense they make shows their tenacity and wisdom.
Moraka's figure appeared like a ghost, his face was covered by darkness, and only a pair of eyes shining with fierce light were exposed in the air like a wild beast. He rushed out of the black shadow, with an unstoppable impact, like a dark storm, violently blowing towards Mu Yu.
Mu Yu stood on the spot, with a body as tall as a mountain. Facing Morojia's attack, he did not show the slightest fear. His eyes were deep and firm, like the stars and the sea, as calm as the waves. His hands danced in front of him, as if he were playing a symphony of death, but the melody was full of endless majesty and power.
In an instant, the surrounding air was instantly drawn away, forming a huge vacuum vortex. Under Mu Yu's control, countless blood thunders gathered violently between his hands, as if pregnant with the power of the universe. Then, they turned into streaks of light, like bullets coming out of the barrel, flying toward Moraka with a whistling sound that ripped apart the air.
The power of the attack was so powerful that it seemed as if even the space was being torn apart, revealing the deep darkness. The moment the blood thunder exploded, the air seemed to be scorched with heat, and flames that could incinerate everything spurted out from the blood thunder and swept towards Moraka.
Under the attack of this blazing fire, Molaka was like a fallen leaf in the storm, blown away by the violent force. His figure appeared blurry in the firelight, as if he had been burned to ashes by the fire. However, he did not flinch, but instead let out an even more ferocious roar under the attack.
This battle has just begun.
At that moment, the disciple who summoned the Earth Thorn showed his power again, with a cold light shining in his eyes. He waved the staff in his hand as if he was waving a huge magic sword. In an instant, a powerful earthquake wave spread from his feet, trying to interrupt Mu Yu's attack rhythm.
The force of this seismic wave was so powerful that it seemed that even the air was torn apart. The ground became turbulent in an instant, as if a sleeping giant was awakening with a roar. Dust was flying, gravel was flying, and the whole scene became chaotic.
However, in this raging earthquake wave, Mu Yu soared into the sky like an eagle spreading its wings. His figure drew an elegant arc in the air, as if performing a gorgeous dance. His fists were clenched, and an invisible force was released from his body. It was an unyielding belief and a determination to never give up.
At the same time, another girl kicked her feet at an alarming speed. She was wearing an exquisite battle costume, and her face was full of determination and determination. Her kicking movements were clean and as fast as lightning, hitting Mu Yu's back. Naturally, she didn't want Mu Yu to leave this dangerous place.
However, Mu Yu was not disturbed by this sudden attack. He paused in the air and then fell down instantly. His eyes shone with determination, and a mysterious power was released from his body, as if it was a challenge to fate. He waved his fist and rushed towards the girl.
At this moment, their battle has reached the most tense moment. Both the disciple who summoned the earth thorn and the girl are doing their best to stop Mu Yu's actions.
Behind him, the true fire of the sun was like a fire dragon, rolling and roaring in the air, and its blazing power seemed to swallow up the entire world.
The man controlling the ground had an arrogant smile on his face, and he didn't seem to care about Mu Yu's attack. His fingers moved through the air, and the ground was like his toy, at his mercy. His power seemed to hold the entire earth in his hands.
However, at this moment, thunder suddenly rumbled in the sky, and bloody thunder and lightning struck the ground like an angry dragon. The man's expression changed, and the ground he controlled became vulnerable to the attack of blood thunder. Mu Yu took this opportunity to mix the true sun fire and blood thunder to form an earth-shattering attack.
The man looked up and saw a bright light falling from the sky and heading straight towards him. The light was mixed with blazing flames and violent thunder and lightning, as if it was going to swallow him completely. His expression changed drastically and he wanted to escape, but the ground no longer obeyed his control.
In the end, the attack mixed with the sun's real fire and blood thunder fell on the man. He let out a shrill scream. Amidst the intertwining of sun fire and blood thunder, the man trembled and struggled like a broken leaf in the wind. The arrogant and contemptuous smile on his face was now replaced by fear and pain. His clothes instantly became tattered in the fire and thunder, his skin was burnt black, and blood spurted out from the broken wounds.
He tried to stand up, but the intense damage prevented him from moving. He tried to speak, but only painful gasps and moans came from his cracked throat. His eyes were full of fear and helplessness, like a wild beast being captured by a hunter.
In this suffocating moment, Mu Yu keenly seized the opportunity. Like an eagle with spread wings, she flew over the heads of the crowd and landed in front of the man. The shadows of her fists poured down like a gust of wind and rain, each punch carrying the power of the sun's fire and the violence of blood and thunder.
The man's body trembled under her attack, as if he was unable to extricate himself from the whirlpool of pain. Each punch caused his body to float briefly in the air, and then fall heavily to the ground. His blood splashed in the air, and every drop was like proof of death, falling on his body and Mu Yu's fist.
Mu Yu's eyes were shining with determination, and her figure was as erratic as a ghost during the attack. Every swing of her fist carried endless power and anger, as if she wanted to vent all the humiliation and pain on the man.
