On the battlefield, the people on the Heavenly Kingdom side began to fall into despair when they saw that they could not withstand the fierce offensive of Mu Yu and Jiuli's army. They know that if they don't find a way to reverse the situation, the entire Kingdom of Heaven will face the fate of destruction.
So, they decided to take an extreme method - let the devil sacrifice. They summoned the demons hiding in the darkness and begged them for help at the cost of their own souls. The demons accepted the sacrifice, and an evil force began to spread among the people in heaven.
With the injection of demonic power, the people on the heaven side began to look ferocious, with fanatical light shining in their eyes. They rushed towards Mu Yu and Jiuli's army desperately and started a fierce fight.
At the same time, people from the Kingdom of Heaven also urged the Tower of Babel to move. This ancient and mysterious tower began to rise slowly, emitting a powerful wave of energy. The mysterious runes inlaid on the tower began to glow, as if responding to people's calls.
Under the influence of this energy, the fighting power of the people on the Heavenly Kingdom greatly increased, and they temporarily withstood the attack of Mu Yu and Jiuli's army. But the battle was still extremely brutal, and both sides paid a heavy price.
People on the heaven side began to seem powerless. Facing the fierce attack of Mu Yu and Jiuli's army, their front gradually collapsed, and their defeat was determined. In order to save the situation, they began to summon demons to make sacrifices, triggering the legendary Tower of Babel.
As the mantra was chanted, a strange power emitted from the tower. The sky instantly became dark, with thunder and lightning, as if it was the end of the world. Demons poured out of the tower, joining the battlefield with ferocious faces and powerful strength. Their appearance made the situation more chaotic and bloody.
The impetus of the Tower of Babel also triggered a series of disasters. The surrounding ground began to tremble, buildings collapsed, and innocent people suffered misfortune in the war and disaster. The whole world seems to have fallen into endless darkness and despair.
Although the people on the heaven side temporarily stabilized the situation with the help of the devil's power, their hearts were full of fear and uneasiness. They realize that the war is beyond their control and that the price of victory may be the destruction of the entire world.
On a trembling land, the Tower of Babel stands tall, like a cloud-breaking sword, pointing straight into the sky. The tower trembled slightly, as if it was accumulating unparalleled power. Suddenly, the tower was filled with light, and the blue light was so bright that it seemed to dye the entire sky into deep blue. A powerful force surged out from the bottom of the tower, surging like a frenzy, condensing into a shock wave that destroyed the world, roaring through the air towards Mu Yu.
Mu Yu stood on the spot with firm eyes. He showed no fear in the face of this huge wave of attacks. However, that force was too powerful, and just when the shock wave was about to touch Mu Yu, his figure was hit hard. The surrounding air was squeezed and exploded in an instant, and the strong air pressure almost tore him apart. Under the impact of this force, Mu Yu's body was like a helpless grain of sand, being violently ejected in an instant.
The entire sky seemed to be trembling, shaken to the point of collapse by that force. The energy released by the Tower of Babel is like a bright blue beam of light that penetrates the sky. The spectacular scene seems to declare some unparalleled power.
In the endless darkness, Mu Yu curled up in pain, surrounded by broken walls and diffuse smoke. His clothes were stained red with blood, and he was seriously injured, with blood flowing from every wound. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with deep exhaustion and endless pain.
Suddenly, a deafening roar pierced the night sky, and the Tower of Babel launched another violent bombing. The strong shock wave caused the surrounding ruins and dust to fly, and thick smoke rose into the sky. Mu Yu's body trembled in the aftermath of the explosion. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to moan.
His consciousness began to blur, and every heartbeat felt like he was fighting against death. He looked up at the sky, a stubborn light shining in his eyes. Although he was seriously injured, he still refused to give up and persisted to the end even in desperate situations.
As time passed, Mu Yu's body gradually lost consciousness. He closed his eyes and allowed the pain to gnaw at his consciousness. In this land full of smoke and death, he became a lone warrior, defending his faith and dignity with his own life.
In the hazy twilight, Mu Yu fell to the ground exhausted, his whole body covered with a faint layer of blood. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of pain and confusion. The wounds on his body ached faintly, and every part felt like it had been cut deeply by a cold iron sword.
Suddenly, a deafening roar pierced the sky, and the tower of Babel's artillery fire poured down mercilessly again. The trembling earth seemed to be moaning, and the flying dust and bricks scattered around Mu Yu. The firelight shone on his face, making him even more pale and fragile.
As the artillery fire approached, Mu Yu's body was shaking, the blood flowing from the wound was evaporated by the high temperature, and a burnt smell filled the air. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the pain, but the pain that penetrated into his bone marrow still made him tremble involuntarily.
At this moment, his world seemed to have plunged into endless darkness.
In the hazy morning mist, a graceful woman appeared quietly. She is dressed in classical costumes, with a beautiful face and elegant temperament. Her eyes are deep, as if they contain the mysteries of the world, and they seem to be able to penetrate all illusions. Her long hair is like a waterfall, flowing with a faint golden light, which complements her colorful clothes. This is the descendant of Nuwa, who comes to Mu Yu with the mystery and power of heaven and earth.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched Mu Yu's broken body. Wherever the finger touched, there seemed to be a warm force flowing, gradually gathering Mu Yu's dispersed soul back. Colorful rays of light overflowed from Nuwa's descendant's fingertips. The rays of light were as brilliant as a rainbow and dreamlike. They jump and rotate in the air, gradually forming small colorful stones.
Under the control of Nuwa's successor, these colorful stones began to fly around Mu Yu's body. They seem to be alive, each emitting a unique light, and together they create a beautiful picture. As time passed, those colorful stones gradually integrated into Mu Yu's body, his wounds began to heal, and his broken limbs gradually recovered.
During this process, the descendant of Nuwa always maintained a meticulous look. Her eyes were focused and deep, as if she were performing a sacred ritual. She used her wisdom and strength to guide the power of the colorful stones into Mu Yu's body, helping him rebuild his complete body.
When everything was completed, Mu Yu's body was as good as ever. He slowly opened his eyes, filled with gratitude and awe. He looked at the goddess-like woman in front of him, his heart filled with awe and gratitude. He knew that it was the descendants of Nuwa who used the power of colorful stones to pull him back from the edge of death and gave him new life.
After a period of treatment and recovery, Mu Yu stood up again. His eyes were firmer than before, shining with determination and courage. He stared at the Tower of Babel in the distance. That towering building was once his nightmare, but now, he wanted to challenge it.
He summoned a huge army of undead. These were the dead souls of warriors. Now, under his leadership, they attacked the Tower of Babel with endless resentment and anger. They traveled across the desolate land, ignoring the boundaries between life and death, tearing the air with invisible power and emitting chilling low roars.
The Tower of Babel began to tremble under the onslaught of the undead army, its solid stone walls seeming to become fragile in the face of their resentment. The defenders in the tower looked at this unstoppable army in horror, and they realized that this time, Mu Yu meant it.
With each attack, the stones of the Tower of Babel began to crumble and the tower gradually tilted. But the undead army was like a sandstorm blown by the strong wind, becoming more and more courageous as it fought, and its roar shook the heaven and the earth.
Mu Yu stood at the front of the team, his eyes burning with blazing fire. He knew that this battle would change everything. He is no longer a weakling who is teased by fate, but a strong man who decides his fate. He vowed to let the Tower of Babel witness his power and his revenge.
Mu Yu stood quietly, facing the Tower of Babel in front of him, his eyes shining with determination. At that moment, the sun shined through the clouds and fell on him, as if it was the purest power in the world. He clasped his hands together and whispered some ancient mantra to channel the power.
Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from Mu Yu's body, and his figure gradually became blurred in the light. Immediately afterwards, a huge energy burst out from his body, like a bright sun, shocking people's hearts. This energy turned into a beam of light and rushed forward, aiming at the Tower of Babel.
The Tower of Babel felt this strong energy impact, and its attack was interrupted instantly. The power of the sun struck the Tower of Babel, making a deafening noise. Babel's body was shaking violently, as if it was so fragile in front of this force. The surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only the dissipating light and lingering sounds echoing.
A smile of victory appeared on Mu Yu's face. He knew that his power was strong enough to break the Tower of Babel's attack. At this moment, his heart was full of confidence and determination. He knew that as long as he didn't give up, victory was right in front of him.
Under the vast sky, Mu Yu stood, facing the Tower of Babel standing in front of him. The sun shines through the clouds and shines on his resolute face, reflecting the determination in his eyes. He clenched his fists and felt the power of the sun surging within his body. It was endless energy, warm and wild.
Following his will, the power of the sun converged into a bright beam of light, like the brilliance of the falling sun. It spurted out from Mu Yu's palm, piercing the sky with a deafening roar. In front of the beam, the air seemed to be burning, showing a light blue color.
Under this unparalleled impact, Babel's second attack was instantly interrupted. That power was as heavy as a mountain, making the Tower of Babel tremble. The stones on the tower began to peel off, as if to declare unyielding resistance. But even such an ancient tower seemed a little powerless in the face of the power of the blazing sun.
The surrounding air currents were violently stirred, forming whirlwinds. Every bombardment made the ground tremble, as if it was the roar of the earth. And Mu Yu, like the incarnation of the sun, charges forward without fear, using his strength to interpret his unyielding will.
Mu Yu stood in the strong wind, his posture as tall as a pine tree, and his eyes as firm as iron. In the sky, the sun hung high, and the golden sunlight fell, turning into golden threads and blending into his body. His body seemed to have turned into a bottomless black hole, constantly swallowing the heat and light of the sun. Thunder roared in the clouds, and streaks of lightning pierced the sky, striking hard at the towering Tower of Babel.
Mu Yu formed a seal with his hands, and the power of the sun and the power of thunder in his body intertwined and collided, making a deafening roar. Behind him, a huge energy halo slowly unfolded, like the wings of a god, dazzling.
As the power gathered, Mu Yu suddenly jumped up, like a meteor that cut through the sky and shot straight into the sky. His figure instantly grew in size in the air, like a mountain peak, overwhelming the world. At the same time, the Tower of Babel is also shrinking, as if being oppressed by an invisible force.
Finally, the moment Mu Yu came into contact with the Tower of Babel, a force that destroyed the world and destroyed the world burst out from his palm. Under this force, the Tower of Babel shattered like fragile glass, turning into crystal fragments that scattered in the air.
The whole world seemed to have stopped at this moment, leaving only Mu Yu and the debris flying in the sky. The light of the sun and thunder intertwined on him, reflecting a dazzling figure. His eyes were full of determination and fanaticism, as if to say: Anything that blocks my way forward will be ruthlessly destroyed by me!
Under the vast sky, Mu Yu stood on the barren land, his eyes were firm and profound. The sun was high in the sky, and its golden rays fell, coating him with a layer of divine brilliance. The power of thunder gathered around him, and the powerful energy made the surrounding air seem to solidify.
He clasped his hands together and muttered words, as if he was communicating with the power between heaven and earth. The power of the sun and the power of thunder intertwined, collided, and merged within his body, turning into a force that destroyed the world.
With his low shout, the power burst out from his body and sped towards the Tower of Babel not far away. The Tower of Babel stood tall and seemed indestructible, but under the bombardment of Mu Yu's power, it began to tremble and crack.
With a loud bang, the Tower of Babel finally couldn't bear the force and turned into dust. The whole earth was shaking, as if celebrating this moment of victory. Mu Yu, on the other hand, stood quietly with a faint smile on his face, which was a sign of determination and expectation for the future.
The undead army advanced slowly, and although their steps were stiff, they carried an unstoppable determination. There was no life in their eyes, only coldness and determination, as if no power could stop them from moving forward.
Following the order, the undead army instantly broke out into a charging formation. Their figures intertwined into a picture of death in the air, with countless undead waving cold weapons and making ear-piercing screams.
At the same time, the hell army also rushed forward without showing any signs of weakness. Fiery flames and thick smoke filled the air as the demons laughed maniacally, wielding huge weapons and unleashing destructive power.
Two powerful forces collided fiercely in the air, making deafening noises. In this devastating battle, both sides paid a huge price.
However, neither the undead nor the demons from hell showed any intention of backing down. They continued to fight, using life and death as bets, launching a never-ending war.
Mu Yu stood on the barren land with firm eyes. The power of the sun and the power of thunder intertwined and collided around him, setting off waves of violent power. His figure flickered in and out of light and thunder, as if blending with heaven and earth.
The power of the sun poured down from the sky, and the golden light filled the earth, covering Mu Yu with a layer of sacred brilliance. This power poured into his body continuously, causing his momentum to gradually rise. At the same time, the power of thunder was brewing in the clouds, the lightning flashed, and the roar was deafening.
As the power gathered, Mu Yu's eyes seemed to be burning with fire. He clasped his hands together, condensing all the power. The next moment, he pushed his hand suddenly, and an unparalleled power spurted out from his palm and shot straight into the sky.
The majestic Tower of Babel trembled under Mu Yu's attack. Huge stones fell off one after another, and cracks appeared on the tower body. Finally, with an earth-shaking loud noise, the Tower of Babel collapsed completely and turned into a pile of rubble.
At this moment, Mu Yu was like a god, standing proudly on the ruins. His eyes were full of determination and firmness, as if to say: As long as he has faith in his heart, nothing can stop him from moving forward.
These former lives are now bound by eternal death. Their faces are pale and stiff, and their eyes are burning with eternal resentment. Their armor was rusty, but still tough, and every piece of armor seemed to tell the story of past wars and sacrifices.
The air around them smelled of death, mingling with the heat and sulfur of hell. The army of hell in the distance was like a boiling ocean, with red flames illuminating their ferocious faces and waving weapons. They roared and jeered, waiting for the destined collision.
Suddenly, the undead army launched a charge. Their speed increased, forming a black torrent that broke through the front line of the hell army. The clash of swords and shields, the neighing of war horses, and the shouts of soldiers intertwined together to form a poignant and heroic symphony.
In this fierce battle, the undead showed tenacity and perseverance that surpassed the living. They have no fear or retreat, only endless resentment and desire for revenge. Although the hell army is powerful, their offensive is gradually contained in the face of the endless determination of the undead.
This is an unpredictable battle and an unwinnable war. Because the conflict between death and hell will only bring more pain and sacrifice. But in this dark world, the collision between the undead and hell has become an eternal legend, making people feel the fragility of life and the cruelty of war in fear and wonder.
