In the endless darkness, the hellish demon army emerged densely, exuding a suffocating stench. Some of them resemble blazing flames, while others resemble cold steel. Every face is twisted, evil, and full of endless hatred. Their eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty, as if they were looking forward to the coming killing. The demons stretched out their sharp claws, sharpened their teeth, and roared low, like beast-like roars that echoed at the edge of hell.
However, in the center of this demonic army, Dongfang Qingtian was alone, showing no fear in the face of numerous encirclements. His eyes were firm and profound, as if he could see through all illusions. He holds the power of Xingtian tightly, which is an ancient and powerful force derived from his faith and determination.
As Dongfang Qingtian's will strengthened, Xingtian's power began to burn, and golden light burst out from his body, illuminating everything around him. The roars of the demons suddenly stopped, replaced by panic and fear. They realized that this human was not the weak prey they imagined.
Dongfang Qingtian stepped forward and jumped up. The power of Xingtian in his hand turned into a bright beam of light and shot straight into the sky. The demons fled one after another, but countless demons were still reduced to ashes under the beam. Dongfang Qingtian is like a god of war, standing proudly in the center of the demon army, without fear.
The surrounding demon army began to stir, roaring angrily, trying to break through the golden barrier. But the power of Dongfang Qingtian seems to be endless, and every swing takes away a piece of demon's life. His figure flickers in the firelight and darkness, and every appearance is accompanied by the wail of the devil.
This battle seemed to be endless. Dongfang Qingtian relied on the power of Xingtian to resist the attack of the entire hell demon army alone. His bravery and tenacity were deeply imprinted in the hearts of every creature present. And those demons also gradually realized during this battle that what they were facing was not just a human being, but also a will and power that could not be conquered.
The demon army gathered into an endless black mist. They exuded a strong stench, and their twisted and evil faces looked particularly ferocious under the firelight. These demons are armed with all kinds of cruel weapons, their eyes are shining with bloodthirsty light, and their roars are loud, as if they want to devour the entire world.
In this desperate siege, Dongfang Qingtian broke through the defense line of the demon army alone. He wore a golden battle armor and held a huge sword that shone with blazing light. The power of Xingtian flowed around him, forming a bright halo. His eyes were firm and resolute. Facing the siege of the demon army, he showed no fear, but was full of fighting enthusiasm.
Dongfang Qingtian swung his giant sword, and a powerful energy spurted out from the tip of the sword, instantly knocking away the surrounding demons. His figure moved quickly on the battlefield, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by a thunderous roar, making the demons tremble in fear. His footprint is terrifying. He jumped over the rivers of Styx and passed through the islands of eternal night.
The warriors of the Jiuli tribe fought fiercely with the demon army. The air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, and the flames soared into the sky, illuminating the dark sky. The demon army came like a tide, their faces were twisted and ferocious, and their bodies exuded a putrid smell. Their weapons were sharp and heavy, and every swing was accompanied by a shrill sound of wind.
The Jiuli warriors used the rocks as a barrier and took advantage of the terrain to launch a counterattack. Their eyes are firm and resolute, and their bodies are filled with unyielding passion. The weapon in his hand shone coldly in the firelight, sparks flying with every collision.
In this life-and-death fight, the formations of both sides continued to change, and the battle situation changed rapidly. The demon army's offensive was as fierce as a storm, but the defense of the Jiuli warriors was equally rock solid. As time went by, the battle entered a fierce stage, and the battlefield was filled with flying swords and shadows and loud shouts of killing.
In the end, the Jiuli warriors successfully repelled the demon army with their tenacious perseverance and superb tactics. When the dawn shone across the land, only the tired but satisfied figures of the warriors were left on the battlefield. They looked up to the sky, their faces filled with joy and pride of victory.
The sunlight was blocked by the thick demonic energy, making the battlefield filled with an oppressive atmosphere. The roar of the devil intertwined with the war song of the Jiuli tribe, forming a strange and shocking melody.
The warriors of the Jiuli tribe wear a variety of animal skin armors, hold sharply sharpened spears, and have mysterious totems painted on their faces. They advanced in a dense formation, with firm steps, as if they were an unshakable mountain. The demon army looks like twisted shadows, their bodies are translucent, and they exude a disgusting stench. These demons have sharp claws and frightening red eyes.
After the battle began, the two sides quickly intertwined and launched a life-and-death struggle. The Jiuli warriors relied on their bravery and unity to continuously repel the demon's attacks. Spears and minions collided into sparks, accompanied by the roar of warriors and the roar of demons. Every confrontation was full of blood and violence, but the Jiuli always stood firm and never took a step back.
As the battle progressed, the sky was gradually shrouded in darkness. Bolts of lightning pierced the sky, accompanied by rumbles of thunder. A leader of the Jiuli tribe stood in front of the formation. He held a huge battle ax and exuded a strong aura. He shouted slogans loudly and led the soldiers towards the core of the devil. At this moment, the courage of the Jiuli tribe seemed to ignite the flame between heaven and earth, illuminating the darkness.
The attacks of the demon army became more and more fierce, but the Jiuli people still resisted tenaciously. Their beliefs are firm, and they will defend this land to the death for their homeland and loved ones. In the end, with the united strength of the Jiuli tribe, the demon army was forced to retreat. When the last ray of evil dissipated in the wasteland, the sun shone on the land again, bringing new hope.
In the endless chaos, the twelve ancestral witches and the ten demons of hell launched an earth-shattering battle.
In the sky, there were dark clouds, thunder and lightning, as if the whole world was trembling. Abysses opened up on the ground, magma overflowed, and the blazing firelight and the cold darkness collided, creating a tragic scene.
The twelve ancestral witches were wearing scale armor and holding staffs. They each showed their magical powers and fought fiercely with the demons. Some ancestral witches release tens of thousands of rays of light to illuminate the darkness; others control floods and drown demons. The demons were not to be outdone. They held sharp claws and spit poisonous fire. Sometimes they turned into black mist, sometimes they condensed into giant shapes, and started a life-and-death fight with the ancestral witches.
For a time, the entire battlefield fell into chaos. The war drums beat and the sound of killing shook the sky, as if the entire universe was trembling. In this battle, both the ancestral witch and the demon showed endless power and power. Every time they collide, the sky and the earth change color, as if they are telling the tragedy and tragedy of this war.
This war lasted for countless years and finally ended with the victory of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. However, this war also cost them a lot. Countless lives were lost in this war, and the entire world was shocked by the aftermath of the war.
Although the war is over, its impact continues. From then on, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the demons all knew how powerful and terrifying each other was. They no longer easily provoke war, but choose to coexist peacefully. However, behind this peace, there are countless stories and secrets hidden. Those past wars and sacrifices have become eternal memories and reminders in their hearts.
In the sky, purple thunder and lightning intertwined with black flames, and the roar was deafening. The twelve ancestral witches each displayed their magical powers, and their huge figures flew in the air. Their power seemed to be able to shake the world. Some ancestral witches control the torrential floods and roll them towards the demons overwhelmingly; others release scorching flames to burn everything that dares to stand in their way.
And the top ten demons in hell are not easy people either. They roar and release all kinds of vicious attacks. Some demons spit out corrosive venom, while others control the icy cold wind. For a moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped in a chilling air.
Both sides come and go, refusing to give in to each other. Every collision caused oscillations in the space. In this battle, both the ancestral witch and the demon showed earth-shattering strength and incomparable tenacity.
This battle lasted for a long time, until finally, the twelve ancestral witches and the ten demons of hell were exhausted, and this fierce battle ended. The result of this battle has also become an eternal chapter in the legend.
At this moment, Mu Yu saw a young man in black tights with firm eyes, facing the big demon in front of him. The big demon is huge, covered with thick black scales, has red eyes, and exudes a ferocious aura.
When the battle started, the big demon waved its huge claws and rushed towards Mu Yu with a fierce sound of wind. Mu Yu's body was agile and he easily dodged the blow. At the same time, the silver sword he held in his hand drew a graceful arc and pierced straight into the big devil's heart. The long sword collided with the scales, making a harsh metallic friction sound.
The big demon didn't seem to be seriously injured. He flicked his tail and hit Mu Yu hard as hard as steel. Mu Yu's figure flashed and appeared behind the big demon in an instant, hitting the devil's neck hard with a heavy punch.
The demon was in pain, turned around suddenly, opened its bloody mouth and bit Mu Yu. Mu Yu's figure was like the wind, he jumped up gently, rolled around in the air and then landed firmly on the ground. He waved the long sword in his hand, and a dazzling silver sword energy headed towards the big demon.
The sword energy instantly penetrated the big demon's body, and with a shrill scream, the demon's figure began to become illusory, and finally turned into a burst of black smoke and dissipated in the air. Mu Yu put away her sword at this time, panting slightly, her eyes full of exhaustion but more of the joy of victory.
Mu Yu stood in the strong wind, facing the big demon in front of him. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could penetrate all illusions and darkness. His body was as tall and straight as a mountain, and in his hand he held a sword that shone with a faint light.
The big demon's body was huge and ferocious. It opened its bloody mouth and released billowing black smoke, accompanied by a sharp roar. Its claws are sharp and powerful, and one strike can destroy a mountain. However, facing such an enemy, Mu Yu showed no fear at all.
He took a deep breath and mobilized the power in his body. An invisible force surged out of his body and surrounded him, forming a bright halo. His sword began to emit a blazing light, in stark contrast to the dark archdemon.
With a loud shout, Mu Yu took the lead in launching the attack. His sword turned into a meteor and stabbed straight into the heart of the great demon. The big demon was not to be outdone. It waved its claws and released waves of dark energy, trying to engulf Mu Yu.
However, Mu Yu's movement was extremely flexible, and he easily dodged the demon's attack. At the same time, his swordsmanship is also very superb, and every blow accurately hits the devil's weak point. Their battle was fierce and tense, with both sides showing amazing strength and skill.
After a fierce battle, Mu Yu finally found an opportunity and pierced the big demon's heart with a sword. Along with a shrill scream, the big demon's body began to become illusory, and finally turned into a burst of black smoke and dissipated in the air.
After the battle, Mu Yu sat on the ground exhausted, breathing heavily. Although he won, he also knew how difficult and difficult this battle was. However, he knows that this is just an episode in a long journey, and there will be more challenges waiting for him to face in the future.
The soldiers of the heavenly camp were once so majestic and majestic. They were wearing white wings and holding swords with shining divine light. They were like a group of messengers guarding the heaven. However, at this moment, they were scattered by Mu Yu and the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe, and they lost the order and unity of the past. The originally uniform array collapsed instantly, and the soldiers of the Kingdom of Heaven fled in all directions, panic and despair spreading among them.
At the same time, in the abyss of hell, the army and the undead army were engaged in a fierce melee. The netherworld flames and the cold bones collided with each other, making a harsh metal collision sound. The soldiers of the hell army brandished red swords and roared towards the undead army, while the undead responded with sharp roars, and their sharp claws and bone knives drew cruel trajectories in the air.
During this battle, the heaven and earth were filled with a strong smell of blood and sulfur. The blazing flames and the biting cold air intertwined to form a poignant and cruel picture. In this endless fight, life is as fragile as dust, and a moment of negligence may lead to eternal destruction.
No one can stay out of this war. Whether it is the camp of heaven or the army of hell, whether it is Mu Yu or the Jiuli tribe, they are all involved in an inescapable whirlpool of fate. In this war, they will pay a huge price, whether it is blood, tears or souls, which will be remembered on this land forever.
The gods and immortals in the heavenly camp are as ethereal as a dream. They are proud, sacred, and have always been respected by the world. However, this tranquility was instantly broken as a mysterious force broke out on the battlefield.
Mu Yu, the leader of the Jiuli tribe, led his soldiers towards the Heavenly Kingdom camp like a violent storm. Their steps were firm, and their eyes burned with unyielding fire. Facing the gods and immortals from the heavenly camp, they showed no fear, as if they wanted to turn the world upside down.
At the same time, the army of hell and the army of the undead also launched an earth-shattering battle on the battlefield. The sparks of war bloomed in the air, and every impact carried an aura of destruction. Countless warriors fell in this battle, and their flesh and blood turned into sad and beautiful scenery.
On this chaotic battlefield, the clouds in the sky seemed to be dyed blood red. The whole world seemed to have fallen into endless darkness, with only the sounds of battle echoing in the sky.
In this war, whether it is the heaven camp, hell, or the army of the undead, they are all fighting hard for their beliefs and goals. Their figures intertwined on the battlefield, forming a magnificent picture.
That power came from Mu Yu and the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe. They were as fierce as a violent storm, and with endless anger and determination, they launched a fierce attack on the Heavenly Kingdom camp. Their figures shone in the sunlight, and every swing of their swords and every sprint carried irresistible power.
At the same time, in the depths of hell, another battle is taking place. The army of hell and the army of the undead clashed fiercely. Their swords, swords and shadows intertwined, making a harsh metal collision. Blood and fire spread across the battlefield, accompanied by wails of pain and sighs of despair. It was an endless battle, a battle of life and death.
In this battle, the Kingdom of Heaven camp was dispersed and lost its former unity and strength. The army of hell and the army of the undead became stronger and stronger in the baptism of blood and fire. This is a cruel and desperate battle, with each side fighting hard for their own beliefs and goals.
However, in this war, whether it is the heaven camp, hell, or the army of the undead, they are just pawns. Behind the scenes is a much larger and more complex battle. It was a battle about fate, faith, and power, a battle that determined the future of the world.
The soldiers once forged an impregnable front with faith and courage. However, as the soldiers of Mu Yu and the Jiuli tribe rushed in like a violent storm, the originally tight formation was torn apart in an instant. Their offensive was like a wildfire igniting a prairie fire, driving away the soldiers from the Kingdom of Heaven camp, as ruthlessly as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves.
At the same time, the black armor of the hell army intertwined with the pale bones of the undead army, forming a tragic picture. The blazing flames and the biting ice collided with each other, erupting into a roar that shook the world. Every sword strike and every collision was like a roar between heaven and earth, echoing on the battlefield.
At this critical moment of life and death, whether it is the heaven camp, hell, or the army of the undead, each side is doing its best to win a chance of survival on this cruel battlefield. Blood dyed the earth red, and tears filled the sky. In this endless killing and pain, only the strongest faith and the strongest courage can lead the soldiers to victory.
