Under the desolate moonlight, Mu Yu's figure stood like a sculpture in front of the ruined Tower of Babel. His body had been severely traumatized, and his clothes were stained red with blood. His eyes showed determination and perseverance. Although he was seriously injured, he still clenched his fists and hit the Devil's Tower without hesitation.
Every punch brought with it all his strength, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and pain on this stone tower as hard as iron. Blood spattered from his wounds and fell on the surface of the tower, forming dark red traces, as if the blood was used to draw a cursed pattern. The Tower of Babel seemed to be trembling slightly, and every vibration carried unyielding power, as if it was contending with this powerful force.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment, and only the sounds of boxing and tower vibration echoed in the night sky. Every punch sounded like a wake-up call, declaring Mu Yu's unyielding determination and courage. His figure looked taller in the moonlight, and although he was covered in blood, his eyes were brighter than ever, a burning anger and endless tenacity.
Each of his bombardments was like a contest with fate. Contained in that power was his unyielding spirit and fearless courage. At this moment, although he was seriously injured and covered in blood, his momentum was like a mountain peak, unwavering.
His figure was intertwined with the Tower of Babel, and he landed on the tower with punch after punch. The scene was like a heroic hymn, telling the story of mankind's indomitable spirit of struggle.
In the dim light before dawn, Mu Yu was like a wounded lion, challenging the Tower of Babel alone. His figure appears small in the huge shadow of the tower, but it contains endless tenacity and unyielding. His fists, clenched with anger and determination, hit the cold, hard stone surface of the Tower of Babel hard. Every blow was accompanied by earth-shattering power, as if it was going to smash the tower into the ground.
His body was scarred and covered in blood, and his clothes were torn, revealing wounds of varying depths underneath. Blood continuously flowed from the wound, mixed with the rain on the ground, and flowed into bright red streams. However, this serious injury did not weaken his will, but seemed to stimulate his deeper potential. His eyes were firm and sharp, like two sharp blades piercing the heart of Babel.
The energy flowed within his body, forming an unrivaled force. Every time his fist struck the tower, it was accompanied by a deafening roar. This sound echoed in the open wilderness, like a bell of fate, announcing unyielding resistance. Although his movements were heavy, they carried a tragic beauty, like a heroic warrior composing a magnificent war song with his life.
At this time, the Tower of Babel seemed in danger under Mu Yu's fierce attack. Pieces of stone peeled off from the tower and hit the ground with a dull sound. The entire tower was shaking slightly, as if it was about to collapse under this violent attack. Mu Yu, although seriously injured, seemed to have gained new strength and continued to wave his fists without flinching.
This battle is not only a contest of strength and will, but also an insistence on the dignity of life. In the rain curtain, Mu Yu's figure became taller and taller. He used his actions to prove to the world that no matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as he has firm belief and unyielding courage, the glory of humanity will never be extinguished.
Under the oppressive sky, Mu Yu faced the towering Tower of Babel alone. His body had been injured in many places, and blood overflowed from the wounds, soaking his clothes and blending with the blood on the ground. But his eyes were full of determination and unyielding, as if he was declaring his determination to the world.
He clenched his fists and hit the Tower of Babel hard. Each hit was accompanied by a dull loud noise, as if a heavy hammer fell on the heavy drum surface, shaking everyone's heart. Although his strength was running low, his will was as indestructible as steel.
The Tower of Babel trembled slightly under the fierce attack, but it still stood. There was an evil aura flowing on its surface, as if it were mocking Mu Yu's powerlessness. However, Mu Yu did not back down. He gritted his teeth and continued to wave his fists, bombarding the Devil's Tower.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and dust, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Only the sound of Mu Yu's breathing and the sound of fists hitting the tower echoed in the silent world. This is a seemingly hopeless battle, but Mu Yu's eyes are shining with determination, as if to say: "Even if I am in desperate situation, I will not give up!"
All the blood and vitality in his body burned at this moment and merged into the unparalleled offensive. Every breath he takes is like the sigh of the earth, containing endless power. His eyes were firm and fiery, as bright as stars, illuminating this dark world.
His body was like a volcano ready to explode, with blood boiling and full of vitality. Every beat of the pulse is the cry of life, and every tremor of the muscles releases infinite energy. His body seemed like a sword that had been sharpened thousands of times, with cold light overflowing and its edge clearly visible.
He did not back down from the Tower of Babel. The extremely strong tower seemed to be crumbling in front of Mu Yu's momentum. He jumped up like a cheetah, and at this moment all his strength condensed into a bright beam of light, which hit the Tower of Babel hard.
At that moment, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and thunder roared. The Tower of Babel trembled under Mu Yu's full blow, as if moaning in pain. A huge gap opened in the tower, like a wound where life was torn apart, it was sad and tragic.
This blow narrowly escaped death. But there was no fear in Mu Yu's eyes, only determination and determination. He succeeded. In the name of life, he challenged the impossible and destroyed the Tower of Babel.
He has a pine-like posture, a cold face, and a firm gaze. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be burning with an invisible flame, which was composed of his blood and vitality. Every beat of his pulse, every rise and fall of his breath, became a boost to his offensive.
His body seemed to have turned into an endless source of power, and the aura of narrow escape surged out. His movements are no longer restricted by the physical body, but are integrated with the vitality of heaven and earth, turning into an invincible offensive. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by thunderous sword energy, soaring straight into the sky.
Facing the towering Tower of Babel in front of him, he showed no fear. The sturdiness of the Tower of Babel seemed to be the ultimate principle between heaven and earth, but in front of him, the tower seemed to become fragile. The moment his sword energy shot out of the air and collided with the Tower of Babel, it was as if time stood still.
The Tower of Babel trembled under the power of his sword, and every stone groaned in agony. It was a near-death attack, a battle between life and death. Finally, after an earth-shattering sword strike, the Tower of Babel collapsed and turned into ruins.
At this time, Mu Yu's face was pale, but his eyes were shining with victory. He slowly sheathed his sword, as if waking up from a big dream. He stood among the ruins, looking at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with endless emotion. He knew that he had passed the edge of life and death and defeated the Tower of Babel with a narrow escape.
At this moment, he seemed to be one with heaven and earth, and the blood and vitality in his body surged, converging into an irresistible force. His offensive was like a violent torrent, rushing towards the Tower of Babel with overwhelming force. Every movement and every look he made was full of firmness and determination, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this ancient tower.
Around his body, the air seemed to be trembling. It was the intertwining of life force and qi. It was a display of the most primitive and powerful power of life. In his offensive, every blow contained a struggle between life and death, as if he had narrowly escaped death, but he kept moving forward bravely.
The Tower of Babel seemed to become fragile under Mu Yu's attack, and the tower groaned in pain as it shook violently. Every blow felt like it was going to shatter, every collision felt like a cry of life. This is a battle between life and death, this is a test of unyielding will, this is a challenge and struggle against the unknown.
Under such a violent offensive, cracks finally began to appear in the Tower of Babel. That is the cry of life, that is the victory of a narrow escape. At this moment, Mu Yu's blood, vitality and offensive were completely integrated. His presence was like a bright light, illuminating this dark world.
All the blood and vitality in his body seemed to be completely integrated into his offensive. His eyes were firm and deep, as if hiding an endless storm, ready to sweep everything away at any time.
His body was like a volcano containing infinite power, with boiling blood rushing through his meridians, carrying the determination to destroy everything. On the skin, blue veins popped out, like winding snakes, announcing the impending violence.
His offensive was unparalleled, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night sky. Every punch made the sound of wind and thunder; every kick seemed to crack rocks and open mountains. The crisis of narrow escape turned into his endless power at this moment.
Facing his violent offensive, the towering Tower of Babel also trembled in the wind and rain. Every blow seemed to penetrate the tower, and every blow carried frightening power. Under Mu Yu's energy and blood offensive, cracks began to appear in the Tower of Babel, as if foreshadowing the coming collapse.
At this time, Mu Yu seemed to have merged with the heaven and earth, walking with the wind and rain, and dancing with the thunder and lightning. His figure flickered in and out of sight in the rain, each appearance carrying earth-shattering power. Under his offensive, the Tower of Babel was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.
Under the cover of night, Mu Yu stood on the vast land. He faced an ancient tower towering into the clouds - the Tower of Babel. The tower exuded a cold light, as if mocking his smallness and powerlessness. However, Mu Yu's eyes were full of determination and determination, which was the light of faith that was still burning after countless trials of life and death.
His whole body, every inch of skin, every muscle, seemed to be filled with an invisible force. It was an almost magical energy and blood, and the vitality contained in it seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and illuminate the road ahead. His energy and blood were like boiling lava, hot and violent, exuding a strong breath of life. This aura is so strong that it seems to calm the surrounding storm and make the stars pale.
At this moment, Mu Yu has integrated with his offensive. Every breath and every beat of his heart seemed to be accumulating strength for the coming attack. His blood and vitality are no longer simple life energy, but have become a tangible and insubstantial attack power, condensed into an irresistible torrent.
Facing the Tower of Babel, he did not take any fancy offensive, only a simple and direct full blow. This hit contained all his blood, vitality and unyielding faith. Under this blow, the Tower of Babel seemed to tremble, and a crack appeared in its indestructible shell. It was a near-death attack, but Mu Yu did not flinch. He used all his strength to place all his hope and belief on this attack.
Finally, with an earth-shaking bang, the solid shell of the Tower of Babel collapsed completely. The fragments scattered like meteors falling to the ground, illuminating the entire dark world. Mu Yu also fell to the ground exhausted under the impact of this force. Although his body was weak, his eyes were still firm. He knew that he had completed his mission. He used his vitality and courage to successfully defeat the Tower of Babel.
At this moment, all the energy and blood in his body seemed to be on fire, and his vitality flowed into his offensive like a trickle. His eyes were firm and sharp, as bright as stars, and his whole body exuded an indomitable power.
Every breath he takes is accompanied by slight trembling of his muscles, as if he is integrated with the airflow between heaven and earth. His offensive was like a violent storm, sharp and swift, going straight to the heart of the Tower of Babel.
The Tower of Babel stands tall, like a giant beast between heaven and earth, standing firm despite being eroded by wind and rain. However, under Mu Yu's offensive, it began to tremble slightly, as if it felt the threat from its life force.
Finally, under the full blow of Mu Yu's narrow escape, every stone and rubble trembled, as if wailing for the fragility of life. As for Mu Yu, as the offensive dissipated, he fell to the ground exhausted, panting.
Mu Yu stared closely at the Tower of Babel ahead. His eyes were firm, without any fear, only an indescribable firmness and determination. The sun in the sky shines soft light on him through the gaps in the clouds, as if it is a god giving him power.
He took a deep breath and perfectly integrated the power of the sun with his own blood. This fusion produces an indescribable and powerful force, which is a blend of life and light, warm and bright. His body seemed to become transparent under the sunlight, and you could see the blood flowing in it, as hot as lava.
Then he attacked. It was a heavy punch that gathered all the strength of the body, carrying the power of the sun and the majestic power of Qi and blood, and hit the Tower of Babel straight. The wind of the fist roared, as if it could tear the air apart. Accompanying the wind of the fist was a strong wave of energy and blood, which was the embodiment of Mu Yu's power and will.
There was only a deafening bang as Mu Yu's attack accurately hit the Tower of Babel. The mighty tower shook under the attack, then began to crumble. Every stone and tile was scattered in all directions under the impact of the sun's power, and dust filled the air for a while.
In the end, the Tower of Babel collapsed completely under Mu Yu's final blow. Mu Yu looked at the ruins of the Tower of Babel, and the excitement and emotion in his heart were beyond words. He knew that the victory at this moment belonged to him and to his companions who had fought and sacrificed. The sun's rays gradually set, but the light in Mu Yu's heart never went out.
He formed a seal with his hands and slowly pushed it out. A powerful force burst out from his palm and shot straight into the sky. The power was as heavy as a mountain and as fast as the wind, roaring towards the Tower of Babel with endless majesty and power.
Under the impact of the force, the Tower of Babel began to shake violently, as if it was teetering in a storm. The stones on the tower fell off one after another, making a deafening roar. Finally, with an earth-shattering noise, the Tower of Babel collapsed completely and turned into ruins.
Mu Yu stood in the center of the battlefield, facing the towering Tower of Babel. He clasped his hands, with the power of the sun and surging blood gathered in his palms. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited by this force, and the hot air waves rolled, making the surrounding scene blurry.
His eyes were firm, determined and unyielding. The power surged in his body, like a volcano about to erupt, which was daunting. The huge body of the Tower of Babel became small in his eyes. What he felt was not only the fullness of power, but also the firm belief in victory.
He took a sudden step forward, and the power of the sun and his blood merged perfectly at this moment, turning into a bright beam of light that shot straight into the sky. The powerful power contained in the beam was released instantly. The Tower of Babel trembled under this unparalleled attack, and every stone brick groaned in pain.
The roar was deafening, as if the whole world was trembling. Under the impact of this force, the Tower of Babel finally couldn't bear it and began to collapse. Every stone brick and every piece of rubble was scattered in the air, accompanied by endless dust.
Mu Yu stood there, looking at the collapsed Tower of Babel, with a relieved smile on his face. He knew that at this moment, he not only destroyed a tower, but also proved his strength and belief to the world. And all of this stems from his use of the power of the sun, his control of Qi and blood, and his firm will.
The Tower of Babel gradually enlarged before his eyes. The tower stood tall and towering, as if it could not be shaken. However, Mu Yu's momentum was as strong as the sun, and his attacks seemed to carry the majesty of the sun, lighting up the entire battlefield. The power of blood and the power of the sun intertwined and collided within his body, creating an irresistible force.
The whole world seemed to stop at this moment. Mu Yu stood among the ruins, feeling the remaining energy, blood and power of the sun in his body. His face was full of exhaustion, but his eyes shone with victory.
