Among the battlefields of the gods, the Daitengu is a mythical figure possessing unparalleled power and mysterious majesty. His presence is like the brightest star in the sky, making all the disciples of God feel in awe. However, in this mortal world, an ordinary warrior named Shui Hui killed this mythical figure in a way that no one could foresee.
It was a turbulent battle. Shui Hui faced the Great Tengu with his weak body and a wave of courage. His hands moved through the void, condensing endless energy, which was the embodiment of his unyielding will and endless rage. The Great Tengu's divine power is as heavy as a mountain, but Shui Hui wields this divine power like child's play with unyielding determination.
Their battle was as shocking as thunder, and the Great Tengu's wings were like lightning in the night, piercing the sky. But Shui Hui's figure was like dust in the wind. No matter what kind of attack, he stood there like an unshakable mountain. His eyes were firm and decisive, as if to say: "Even if you are God, you can't shake me!"
In the final blow, Shui Hui used all his strength to wave the weapon in his hand. It was a ray of light that illuminated the entire battlefield. The Great Tengu appeared extremely small in this light, and his divine power was like ice meeting the scorching sun in front of the light. That blow directly penetrated his defense and hit him.
The great tengu's divine power exploded within his body, his body trembled in the light, and then he collapsed like a collapsed mountain. His eyes were full of surprise and confusion. He couldn't believe that he would be defeated by such a mortal. Shui Hui, on the other hand, just stood there quietly, panting. His eyes were full of exhaustion, but more of determination and pride.
All the divine disciples looked in this direction, and they saw the tenacity and courage of a mortal warrior. They watched Shui Hui defeat the Great Tengu, and watched this mythical figure display power beyond God before their eyes. They watched Shui Hui defeat the most powerful being of the divine disciple in a mortal way.
At this moment, Shui Hui was so ordinary, yet so great. He was mortal, yet transcended God. He killed the Great Tengu, a mythical figure in the battlefield of the gods. With his mortal body, he created results that no one expected. He is Shui Gu, he is a hero that no one can match.
In the fierce battle, Mu Yu faced three powerful opponents. That woman, her physical skills were dazzling, her movements were swift and precise, catching people off guard. Her figure streaked across the air like an erratic shadow, making it impossible to grasp. Mu Yu knew how powerful she was and tried his best to avoid her attacks. However, her speed and strength were clearly superior to Mu Yu's, and he gradually fell behind.
On the other side, the man who could control the earth showed an extremely powerful attack. He waved his hands, and the earth seemed to obey his command, rumbling and shaking, with sand and rocks flying, and the sound was astonishing. He used the earth as a weapon and continued to launch fierce attacks, as if he wanted to destroy everything.
Moraka used his mysterious and powerful demon-suppressing pestle to deal with the enemy. His attacks are wide open and full of power. The demon-subduing pestle danced in his hand, as if it had come to life, and every swing carried violent power and an aura of destruction. His attacks were like bolts of lightning piercing the dark sky, which was heart-stopping.
Faced with such a triple threat, Mu Yu's situation becomes increasingly difficult. However, he did not give up, but resisted even more resolutely. There was a determined light in his eyes, which was the desire to win and the persistence to challenge. Despite being at a disadvantage, he remained calm and tenacious, using his wisdom and courage to find ways to break through the difficult situation.
At this moment, he stood on the vast earth, with his feet deeply rooted into the soil like tree roots. A mysterious power began to surge around him, as if calling for a response from the earth. He clasped his hands tightly, as if holding a huge weight, which was the power of the earth and his power.
At the same time, an equally powerful man rushed towards Mu Yu. His eyes were as firm as iron, and every step he took seemed to challenge the limits of heaven and earth. There is an invisible power condensed in his hands, which is his control over the earth and his birthright.
Two powerful forces collided on the ground, causing strong vibrations. The shaking like an earthquake made the surrounding ground tremble, sand and rocks flew, and trees fell, creating a mess in an instant. However, in this duel of strength, both of them were unscathed, and their strength became even more powerful in the confrontation.
Mu Yu's power was like a river, while the man's power was like a violent storm, with an irresistible impact. However, no matter how the man attacked, Mu Yu could resist it with the same strength. Their battle seemed like a carnival on the earth, a contest of strength.
Finally, when the two people's power came together, an unparalleled power burst out instantly. The entire earth was trembling, and powerful shock waves spread out in all directions, instantly razing everything around them to the ground.
The black-haired man attacked first, pounced on Mu Yu like a cheetah. His movements were as fast as lightning, making it impossible to see clearly. But Mu Yu seemed to predict his every move, like a skilled dancer, easily bypassing his attacks. He counterattacked with astonishing strength, hitting the opponent accurately in the abdomen with a heavy punch. The black-haired man was knocked out and hit the wall, bending over in pain.
However, he was undeterred. The taijutsu woman, the woman who had been watching the fight, rushed towards Mu Yu at an alarming speed. Her figure was erratic in the night, like a ghost. Her attacks are sharp and swift, dazzling. Mu Yu could only activate Thunder Dodge and use his special ability to resist her attack. His body disappeared in the light, appeared behind her, and kicked her away with a heavy kick.
The battle had lasted for several minutes, but neither side showed any intention of retreating. Both Mu Yu and the Taishu woman seemed to take pleasure in each other, and they started a fierce and elegant battle. Their movements were so fast that one could not see them clearly, and one could only hear the sound of fists hitting flesh and the dull sound of the walls being hit.
Every attack and defense is like a choreographed dance, their movements full of power and beauty. The battle has gone beyond a simple battle of victory and defeat and has become a showcase of their unique skills and will.
She held a sharp dagger in her hand, and every time she swung it, she carried cold killing intent. Mu Yu only had an ancient sword in his hand that he never left. Although it was full of the weight of history, it also seemed a little weak when facing the sharp dagger.
He ran, looking around for a place to hide, but the woman behind him was pressing closer, and every attack was aimed directly at his vitals. Although Mu Yu is good at swordsmanship, at this moment he has no way to turn around and fight, he can only continue to run forward.
In the decisive battle between Jiang Cheng and Clark, the two faced off amid fierce firelight and freezing cold air. Jiang Cheng, this iron-blooded tough guy, wielded the heavy Jiang Cheng cauldron. Every time he waved it, he brought up a burst of flames, as hot as the sun, lighting up the entire duel venue. The big cauldron was as heavy as a mountain, and it hit Clark with unstoppable force.
And Clark, the Frost Messenger, showed no fear when faced with Jiang Cheng's raging flames. The gun he held tightly in his hand was like winter frost, cold and tough. He aimed at Jiang Cheng and fired out a spear. What was released from the tip of the spear was no longer a bullet, but the power of cold frost. That force seemed to solidify the surrounding air instantly, forming a powerful cold current.
The two forces met in the air and exploded with an astonishing amount of energy. Jiang Cheng's flames and Clark's frost competed with each other, neither giving in to the other. The intertwining of heat and cold creates a unique landscape that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
In the fierce battle, Clark's ice power was like an endless glacial cold current, breaking through the space and sweeping toward Jiang Cheng. The power of ice seemed to be able to freeze time, and the surrounding air instantly froze, and the coldness stabbed Jiang Cheng like a sharp arrow.
However, Jiang Cheng did not back down. He stood like a mountain, his eyes were piercing, and the cauldron he held tightly in his hands seemed to weigh ten thousand kilograms. The cauldron was like a deep black hole, constantly swallowing Clark's ice power.
Under Jiang Cheng's control, the cauldron was like a rotating black hole in the universe. The ice power condensed on its surface and was then absorbed bit by bit. This process was both spectacular and strange. Clark's ice power gradually dissipated under the influence of the cauldron, while Jiang Cheng's aura continued to rise.
At this time, Jiang Cheng's face was covered with sweat, and he had obviously exhausted all his strength. His body was shaking, obviously unable to withstand the impact of the ice power. However, he did not give up. The knuckles of his fingers that were holding the cauldron turned white, which was a sign of his persistence.
When Clark saw this, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth. He held the gun with both hands, and the ice power condensed on the tip of the gun was even more powerful. He instantly rushed towards Jiang Cheng, intending to kill this opponent with one shot.
However, at this moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly shouted loudly, and all his strength seemed to pour into the cauldron instantly. The cauldron instantly erupted with a powerful heat, as if it was going to melt everything around it.
Clark's ice power collided with this heat and was instantly melted. His expression changed, he had never encountered such a powerful opponent. However, at this time, he had no time to think, so he could only gather all his strength on the tip of the spear and stab it towards Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng could no longer resist the shot at this time. He could only watch the tip of the spear stabbing him, but he was unable to make any reaction. However, at this moment, the big cauldron once again exerted its powerful power, and a burst of heat spurted out from the cauldron, instantly repelling Clark's attack.
Clark was repelled by the heat, and his face became extremely ugly. He never expected that his ice power would be completely absorbed by this opponent's cauldron. What shocked him even more was that this opponent seemed to have found a way to resist his ice power.
Although Jiang Cheng was exhausted at this time, his eyes revealed strong determination and belief. He knew that as long as he persisted, he would be able to defeat this powerful opponent.
Clark holds Odin's divine spear tightly, an artifact that has traveled through countless worlds and led countless heroes. His eyes were firm, shining like stars, and the gun in his hand was like a sleeping dragon, waiting for the moment to show its power.
This gun is called "Sleipnir" and was forged by powerful dwarves. Its tip is sharp enough to pierce any defense. Its shaft is made of keel, which is strong and flexible. Under the tip of its spear, neither cold iron armor nor blazing flames could block its path forward.
At this time, Jiang Cheng's cauldron looked extremely large and heavy in front of the magic gun "Sleipnir". It was a mysterious artifact with ancient runes carved on its surface. Whenever night fell, those runes would glow on their own, illuminating the entire venue.
Clark adjusted his posture and concentrated all his strength on his right hand. He raised the magic gun above his head, and then threw it at the cauldron with all his strength. The divine spear pierced the air and let out a sharp whistle, as if cheering for the coming victory.
When the divine spear hit the cauldron, the whole world seemed to become quiet. Then, there was a loud noise, and the runes on the cauldron began to shine, as if resisting this powerful force. However, the power of "Sleipnir" was too strong, and the light of those runes began to weaken and eventually disappeared into the air.
The cauldron trembled under the attack of the magic gun, and then suddenly, it began to break, sending pieces flying. At that moment, everyone held their breath as they saw the magic spear piercing the center of the cauldron, then continuing to fly forward until it disappeared from sight.
Clark stood there, clenching the magic gun in his hand, his eyes full of firmness and determination. He knew he had accomplished his mission. At this moment, Jiang Cheng looked at the broken cauldron in front of him, and then looked at the tracks left by the magic gun in the distance, with a look of astonishment on his face. He knew he had met an unbeatable opponent.
Jiang Cheng stood there with his hands clasped together, his eyes shining with determination. He knew that in order to block Clark's fatal shot, he needed to awaken the true power of the Shennong Cauldron.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's hands parted, and a strong light burst out from them. The light was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. Immediately afterwards, an ancient tripod emerged from the light - the Shennong tripod. This tripod is simple and solemn, with complex inscriptions engraved on it. Each inscription seems to tell ancient power and ancient legends.
The Shennong Cauldron slowly rose into the air under Jiang Cheng's control. Its size was also constantly changing, and eventually it became extremely huge, standing like a mountain on the battlefield. Its existence makes everyone feel a heavy sense of oppression, a kind of pressure coming from the ancient artifact.
At this moment, Clark's fatal shot had already struck. The tip of the gun shone with dark blue light, as bright as the stars in the night sky. Jiang Cheng faced this blow without any panic or escape. He just watched quietly, and then centered on the Shennong Cauldron, combining his spiritual power with the power of the Shennong Cauldron.
A huge energy shield emerged from the Shennong Cauldron. It was like an indestructible barrier, blocking Jiang Cheng's front. The energy shield emitted a strong light, with complex runes flashing on it.
Clark's killing shot hit this energy shield. The huge energy generated by the impact spread around like a strong wind, blowing up countless dust and debris. But the shield stood firm like a huge wave in the sea, blocking the blow.
Jiang Cheng just stood there without any change in expression on his face. He had already given the second order in his mind to the power of Shennong Cauldron - absorb.
The Shennong Cauldron began to absorb the power of Clark's fatal shot, and these powers formed a small storm in the Shennong Cauldron. This storm was constantly spinning in the Shennong Cauldron, making bursts of roaring sounds. Although the power of this storm is constantly weakening, it has not completely disappeared under the influence of the Shennong Cauldron. Instead, it was transformed into a power that Jiang Cheng could use.
This process is not fast, but Jiang Cheng is not in a hurry. He knew that his battle had just begun.
Deep underground, in the deepest part of the underworld, there is a powerful force hidden, a sleeping wildness, a wild and crazy breath. This force is like a sleeping giant, silently waiting for someone to wake it up. This power is the power of Taotie.
Suddenly, this power was violently released like a volcanic eruption, the whole underworld was shaking, and strong air currents were rushing through the underworld like a whirlwind. Those ancient souls and those long histories seemed to be awakened at this moment. They were floating in the wind, as if paying tribute to the new power.
That was Yang Gao. He was tall and tall, standing like a mountain deep in the underworld. His eyes shone with a fiery light, as if stars had descended upon the earth. The power emanating from him was powerful and wild. It was after he absorbed all the Taotie inheritance that he finally woke up at this time.
The power of Taotie flows in his body, which is a wild and crazy power, like the power of a beast. He felt his own change, he felt his own strength, he felt his own wildness. He roared, and his voice echoed in the underworld like thunder, making all the souls tremble.
His body began to glow faintly, which was the power of gluttony permeating his body. Every inch of skin and every nerve was slowly being transformed by this power. He felt as if there was a huge force surging in his body, as hot as lava and as raging as a violent wind. His body seemed to have become a container, constantly absorbing this power and integrating it into his blood and his soul.
His body shook violently, as if it was about to be torn apart by the force. However, he endured it tenaciously because he knew that this was the only way for him to find strength. His heart was beating vigorously, and every beat was accompanied by an increase in strength. His senses became sharper and his thinking became clearer.
