The destructive thoughts were layered and combined, like a surging black wave, carrying endless desire for destruction, and pounced madly towards the strong murderous aura attached to the Shura Sword.

The sense of destruction was like millions of black lightning, interweaving and shuttling through the air. Wherever it went, the space was distorted and shattered, as if it were a crumpled piece of waste paper, trying to completely crush the blood-red murderous aura and let it dissipate into nothingness.

The murderous aura on the Shura Sword was like a materialized blood storm, carrying with it unparalleled destructive power, like a sharp blade cutting into butter, rapidly pressing inward.

That sharp aura seemed to be able to cut through the barrier of time and space. With its own extreme sharpness, it tore apart the ink-thick destructive thoughts layer by layer. Every crack was like a blood-red lightning blooming in the darkness, emitting a terrifying light.

This time, the situation on the battlefield was no longer a violent explosion that was about to break out, but instead fell into a thrilling stalemate.

The power of both sides was like two wrestling prehistoric beasts, deadlocked in place, and every minute and every second was filled with endless tension and oppression.

Tang San and his Shura Sword, like a bloody sun rising in the darkness, once again gained the upper hand in this life-and-death contest. In front of that terrifying killing intent, the idea of ​​destruction was like a residual cloud swept by a strong wind, gradually breaking and shattering, and constantly retreating. The once indestructible black barrier is now riddled with holes, like a crumbling ancient city wall, about to collapse under the erosion of time and the attack of the enemy. The sharp edge of the Shura Blood Sword has gradually approached the second layer of defense behind it, and the cold light flashing on the tip of the sword is like the gaze of the god of death, which makes people terrified.

The seven gods of original sin also felt unprecedented pressure at this time. The halos behind their heads shone brightly, like seven burning stars, and they tried their best to maintain the second layer of defense.

The defensive light shield was like a transparent divine shield, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura, which protected them tightly and temporarily blocked the terrifying edge of the Shura Blood Sword.

The Scepter of Destruction, like an angry purple dragon, constantly dances in the hands of the God of Destruction, releasing a strong aura of destruction.

The purple light, as if it was the karmic fire from hell, continued to attack the Shura Blood Sword from both sides. Every ray of light was accompanied by the vibration and shattering of space, as if it wanted to trap the Shura Blood Sword in a cage of destruction.

The eyes of the God of Destruction were still as cold as ice, as if they were the eternal cold stars, without the slightest sign of cowardice. On his face, there was a hint of determination and resoluteness, and his tightly pursed lips revealed his inner firmness. His eyes were fixed on Tang San, as if he wanted to see through him, thinking to himself: "Huh, Tang San, do you think you can defeat me like this? With this kind of consumption, you will definitely lose!"

In his heart, he always believed that in this cruel war of attrition, the balance of victory would definitely tilt towards his side. He looked at Tang San as if he was looking at a trapped beast that was about to run out of power, and thought that Tang San simply could not make the power of the Shura Blood Sword last longer. After all, such a powerful divine skill must consume an astronomical amount of divine power, and even Tang San could hardly bear this continuous consumption.

At this time, the space around the battlefield seemed to be imprisoned by this terrifying force. Even Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotions who was good at controlling emotions and appeared and disappeared, did not dare to approach easily under such circumstances. The killing and destruction aura generated by the collision between the two sides was too strong, like a swamp filled with the breath of death. Any existence that approached would be ruthlessly swallowed up and fall into a desperate situation where both body and soul would be annihilated.

Just when the God of Destruction was secretly convinced that Tang San was at the end of his strength and was about to decline, a shocking change suddenly occurred on the battlefield that stunned everyone.

Suddenly, the God of Destruction's sharp eyes caught that behind Tang San, a blue light band like a flexible ribbon suddenly retracted.

Then, a figure not far behind him slowly rose up, like an ancient god awakening from a deep sleep. The figure looked ordinary, without the majesty and oppression that a powerful god should have. The divine power emanating from the body was also extremely weak, like the dimmest star in the night sky, almost imperceptible.

However, the moment this figure rose up, the God of Destruction's heart suddenly tightened, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart. An inexplicable uneasiness and bad premonition quietly spread in his heart like a poisonous snake.

The warning from the Goddess of Life was still ringing in his ears. Tang San was definitely not a reckless person who would do meaningless things. The God of Destruction knew clearly that the blue light was the mysterious ability that Tang San brought from Douluo Continent to the God Realm - Blue Silver Emperor.

However, what really shocked and confused the God of Destruction was the figure that rose up from behind Tang San.

That person was neither Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotions in Tang San's camp who was famous for his powerful strength, nor Xiao Wu, who was closely connected with the position of Sea God and depended on Tang San for life and death. Instead, it was a god who was almost negligible in the eyes of everyone - Oscar, the God of Food.

In this fierce battle, most of the God of Destruction's attention was focused on several key figures.

In Tang San's camp, in addition to these famous gods, there are two relatively unknown gods. One is the Phoenix God who appeared briefly in the illusion before and may still have a certain fighting power, and the other is the God of Food who has been standing silently beside the Nine-Colored Goddess, holding the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda in his hand.

In the eyes of the crowd, the God of Food was almost equivalent to a being without any fighting power. In terms of personal fighting power, he was undoubtedly at the bottom among many gods. It could even be said that he did not even have a decent fighting power. He was like a bystander on the battlefield, seemingly having nothing to do with this fierce battle.

However, at this moment, the one who was driven up by Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor was precisely this God of Food who was ignored by everyone.

This scene not only made the God of Destruction open his eyes wide with disbelief on his face, but even the Seven Gods of Original Sin and the many gods who were watching the battle in the distance were all like being struck by lightning. They stood still in an instant, with slightly stunned expressions on their faces, as if they had seen something absurd and contrary to common sense.

Although the God of Food is a second-level god, his expertise has never been in fighting. What he is good at is using his magical cooking skills to prepare delicious dishes at banquets in the God Realm, allowing the gods to feel physical and mental pleasure and satisfaction while tasting the food.

At this moment, the fight between the will of destruction and the sword of killing is at the most critical and intense moment. The destructive power generated on the battlefield is as terrifying as the end of the world.

Under such circumstances, the God of Cookery was thrown onto the battlefield by Tang San. In the eyes of everyone, this was undoubtedly tantamount to suicide, just like a weak lamb being ruthlessly sent into the mouth of a hungry wolf.

Moreover, just as the God of Food flew up and rushed towards the center of the battlefield, something unexpected happened again. A powerful force suddenly surged from the God of Food, enveloping him completely. Then, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower transformed by the Nine-Colored Goddess in his hand was also thrown out by him, like an abandoned treasure, floating alone in the air.

This series of strange actions caused all the gods present to fall into deep confusion and bewilderment.

A common question arose in their minds:

What exactly is going on?

Tang San and the God of Cookery, what exactly are they going to do?
Could it be that at this critical moment of life and death, they have lost their minds and started to do some crazy and disorganized actions?
However, the next moment, the God of Cookery gave everyone a shocking answer with his actual actions.

Suddenly, a layer of golden light as strong as the rising sun burst out from the body of the God of Food. The light instantly illuminated his entire body in golden color, as if he was a messenger blessed by God, emitting a sacred and solemn aura.

The original cowardice and ordinariness on the God of Cookery's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a kind of firmness and determination.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the direction of the God of Destruction, as if there was an enemy he must kill there. Then, an even more amazing change occurred in the God of Food. His expression became solemn and dignified, as if he had transformed from an ordinary god into a master who controlled life and death in an instant.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a ray of blood light, like a devil flame rising from the abyss of hell, suddenly shot up into the sky from behind him. In that blood light, there was a terrifying power that made people shudder, as if an ancient demon had been awakened, about to set off a bloody storm on this battlefield of the gods.

At this time, the God of Food had already come behind Tang San. Under the gaze of all the gods, the God of Food, with that strong blood light, quickly passed by Tang San at an unimaginable speed. His figure was like a ghost, leaving a vague afterimage in the air.

Then, the body of the God of Food gradually changed during the flight. His body began to twist and deform, turning into a terrifying blood-red light. The blood-red light seemed to contain endless killing and destructive power. With an indomitable momentum, it flew towards the direction of the God of Destruction like a deadly meteor.

"That, that is..." The God of Fire widened his eyes, his mouth slightly opened, staring blankly at the bloody light of the incarnation of the God of Food, his expression frozen in shock and confusion, his throat seemed to be choked by something, he was so shocked that he could hardly speak clearly, and could only make some vague sounds, as if he had seen something beyond his cognition.

Rong Nianbing's facial muscles were twitching constantly, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief, as if he had seen a miracle that defied common sense happening before his eyes.

"The Shura Blood Sword, that, that is the Shura Blood Sword!" His voice trembled slightly, and he tried his best to squeeze these words out of his throat. Each word seemed to be of great weight, filled with astonishment and shock at this incredible scene.

Yes, the incarnation of the God of Food at this time was actually the Shura Blood Sword which was exactly the same as the one Tang San had used before.

The aura contained in the blood light, the terrifying killing power, and the soul-trembling sharpness are all exactly the same as the Shura Blood Sword.

If we must find the difference between the two, it is the size and power. Compared with the genuine Shura Blood Sword used by Tang San, the Shura Blood Sword incarnated by the God of Food only seems to have about 60% of its power at most. However, even so, it is enough to shock and terrify all the gods present.

After all, that is the Shura Blood Sword!

This was the exclusive divine skill of the Supreme God Shura, a terrifying killing move that required burning the divine bloodline essence to perform, and its power was enough to change the color of the heaven and earth and tremble the stars. Moreover, the sword used by the God of Food was the Shura Blood Sword amplified by the Nine-Colored Goddess, and its power should not be underestimated.

Before this God of Cookery came out of nowhere, who could have imagined that this God of Cookery, who usually only knew how to be busy in the kitchen and almost never showed his skills on the battlefield, could actually display such incredible skills.

His identity is the God of Food, not the Shura God with powerful fighting instincts, but he is able to surpass himself by two levels and successfully display the magical skills of the Supreme God. This can no longer be described as simply incredible, it is simply a miracle that breaks all the conventions and cognitions of the God Realm.

The God of Destruction's eyes changed from being dull at first to deep shock and fear in an instant. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was so shocked by the sudden change that he couldn't speak.

The original pride and confidence on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a sense of confusion and bewilderment.

The confidence and pride in his heart, which were once as solid as a rock, had now begun to show cracks. He finally realized that the direction of this battle was beyond his control and he had fallen into a chaos full of variables and unknowns.

The God of Cookery was extremely fast. When everyone was still immersed in shock and had not yet come to their senses, the Shura Blood Sword he transformed into had already followed Tang San closely like a deadly lightning and hit the same position.

In an instant, the crazy killing aura on the two Shura Blood Swords was like two supernovas exploding at the same time. The terrifying power seemed to pull the entire God Realm back to the dark age of chaos.

In the face of this powerful and irresistible force, the thought of destruction was instantly dispersed without a trace, like fallen leaves swept by a strong wind, leaving only a void in the space, as if telling the destruction of the once powerful force.

With a loud clang, like a death knell ringing between heaven and earth, the second layer of defense set up by the seven gods of original sin was shattered under the combined attack of the two Shura Blood Swords. The solid defense light shield was like a glass ball crushed by an invisible giant hand, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in the air.

The two streaks of blood light paused for a moment before continuing to slash downwards like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. It seemed as if they were going to slash the God of Destruction and all the gods around him with their swords, making them completely disappear from this divine world.

At this critical moment, both the God of Destruction and the other Gods of Original Sin have lost the courage and confidence to continue fighting.

The gods on the side of the God of Destruction were filled with fear and despair, as if they were tightly shrouded by the shadow of death. In this situation, they were like a group of wild beasts being chased by hunters, and they instinctively chose to escape. Their bodies bounced around at the same time, turning into streams of light and fleeing into the distance. No one was willing to use their own bodies to withstand the terrifying attack of the Shura Blood Sword.

After all, in the face of this force that is enough to destroy everything, their lives seem so fragile and insignificant, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Under the resistance of the previous two layers of defense, the Shura Blood Sword finally fell, but fortunately, it was not able to lock onto any god.

At this moment, the two Shura Blood Swords, with unparalleled momentum, cut through the sky like a pair of death sickles from hell, and fiercely slashed down at the God of Destruction. The murderous aura on the swords was like a materialized demon god, spreading around with its fangs and claws, making people shudder.

The God of Destruction stomped his feet when he saw this, and his divine power instantly burst out. A layer of black light protected him tightly like a shield. The Goddess of Life also quickly mobilized the life force in her body, and a soft green light gushed out from her hands, interweaving with the black light of the God of Destruction to form a defensive barrier.

However, the power of the two Shura Blood Swords was too strong.

The moment it touched the defense barrier, the interweaving black and green light was easily torn apart like a fragile piece of paper. The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life only felt an overwhelming force rushing towards them, and their bodies flew backwards involuntarily.

"puff!"

The God of Destruction spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper. The Goddess of Life was also in a bad state, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

"Retreat!" The God of Destruction shouted loudly while enduring the pain in his body. His voice seemed a little weak in the strong wind, but it was full of determination.

After saying that, the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life looked at each other, and they both stretched out their hands at the same time and pushed hard towards the void in front of them. A powerful force surged out from their hands, forming a huge vortex in the air.

This vortex is like a passage to an unknown world, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The seven original sin gods also arrived at this time, all of them with varying degrees of injuries and looked miserable. But at the signal of the God of Destruction, they flew towards the space vortex without hesitation.

Just as they were about to enter the space vortex, Tang San's voice came from behind: "Want to leave? Not that easy!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the battlefield.

Tang San's figure flashed, and he chased after the God of Destruction and the others like a stream of light, while the Shura Demon Sword in his hand slashed towards the space vortex. However, just when he was about to catch up, the space vortex suddenly closed, swallowing the God of Destruction and the others, and disappeared without a trace.

“He ran away.”

Tang San was suspended in mid-air, his eyes revealing a hint of resentment, he knew that letting the God of Destruction escape this time would definitely be a serious problem in the future, but at the moment, he was powerless and could only return to the God Realm Committee to rectify the situation.

On the other side, the God of Destruction and others were rapidly shuttling through the space channel. The space turbulence in the channel was like ferocious pythons, constantly hitting their bodies and making their injuries more serious.

As soon as they entered, a surge of energy waves came from behind them, and the space crack began to shrink rapidly under the attack of Tang San and others.

The God of Destruction's heart tightened, and he hurriedly quickened his pace, shouting at the same time: "Quick! Don't let this space crack swallow you up!"

Hearing this, the Goddess of Life bit her lower lip tightly, her face turned pale, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and the life force in her hands continued to flow out, trying to protect everyone from the invasion of this unstable space. However, fate did not seem to let them go.

Just as they were desperately fleeing, the space in front of them suddenly twisted violently, as if it was being squeezed by an invisible giant hand. The originally relatively calm space channel instantly turned into a violent space-time turbulence area.

I saw silver energy streams rushing like turbulent rivers, interweaving and colliding with each other, making a deafening roar, as if it was an angry roar coming from the depths of the universe. Wherever these energy streams went, the space was ruthlessly torn and shattered, turning into a dark abyss of nothingness, emitting a heart-pounding dead silence.

The God of Destruction and his companions were immediately in a desperate situation. They tried to avoid these deadly energy flows, but the distortion of space made their movements slow and difficult. A God of Original Sin was unable to dodge and was hit by a silver energy flow on his arm. He screamed in an instant, and his arm disappeared in an instant, like a candle melted by high temperature. The wound was bloody and emitting a burning smell, and a painful expression was twisted on his face.

"Be careful!" The God of Destruction roared, and swung the Scepter of Destruction in his hand violently. A black light curtain instantly unfolded, trying to resist the raging energy flow around. The Goddess of Life also tried her best to transform her own life force into a layer of soft green light shield, covering everyone, providing them with an extra layer of protection.

But the power of the space-time turbulence was too strong, and every impact made their defenses shaky. In this violent force, everyone was like leaves in the wind, being ruthlessly tossed around. The face of the God of Destruction became paler and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His divine power was consumed greatly under this continuous impact, but the determination in his eyes never disappeared.

"Hold on! We will definitely find a exit!" The Goddess of Life encouraged everyone loudly. Although her voice was a little hoarse, it was full of strength.

Just when everyone was feeling desperate, the God of Destruction suddenly discovered that there was a relatively stable space ahead, which seemed to be a weak point in the turbulence of time and space. He didn't have time to think about it, and rushed in that direction with all his strength, and everyone followed closely behind.

After a while of dizziness, they felt a bright light in front of their eyes and a gust of fresh air hit their faces. Before they could figure out what was going on, they fell heavily onto a piece of soft grass.

The God of Destruction struggled to stand up and looked around. In the distance, he saw rolling hills and shady green trees. A clear stream meandered through the mountains, and occasionally a few small animals played by the stream.

"This is... Douluo Continent?" The Goddess of Life also stood up, a hint of surprise in her eyes, and said in disbelief.

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The God of Destruction snorted coldly, with a fierce look in his eyes: "No matter where this is, Tang San, you wait! I will repay you double for today's shame!"

Although his body was still aching and his divine power was exhausted, the hatred in his heart was like a raging fire, burning even more vigorously.

Tianhun Empire, Noumenon Sect.

This hall is like a majestic and ancient giant beast lurking here. The black mysterious stones on the roof of the hall are arranged in a staggered manner and are engraved with mysterious patterns accumulated over the years.

The surrounding walls were made of thick dark rock bricks, each of which exuded an ancient and resolute atmosphere. Huge portraits were hung on them, and the people in the paintings were all famous ancestors in the history of the Body Sect.

The pillars in the hall are so thick and majestic that it takes several people to hug them. The pillars are carved with lifelike mythical beasts of various shapes, with their fangs and claws bared, as if they want to break free from the stone pillars and rush into the sky. The eyes of the mythical beasts are inlaid with precious spiritual crystals, which sparkle with smart light in the dim light, adding a sense of mystery and majesty to the entire hall.

Xiao Yan stood calmly in the main hall of the Body Sect, tightly holding in his hands the dozen or so soul bones he had snatched from the elders of Shrek Academy. Each of them exuded a unique and mysterious aura, as if telling of their former power and glory.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little solemn. Wang Qiuer, Beibei, Tang Ya, Xu Sanshi and others stood on one side, their eyes showing both anticipation for the soul bones and a hint of complex emotions. Meng Hongchen, Ji Juechen and Xiao Hongchen stood on the other side. They looked relatively relaxed, and did not seem to have too much psychological burden for these "trophies" from Shrek Academy.

"I snatched these soul bones from the elders of Shrek Academy." Xiao Yan spoke slowly, his voice low but echoing clearly in the hall, "Now, they will become the key to improving our strength."

As he spoke, Xiao Yan picked up a soul bone that was emitting a faint blue light and walked towards Wang Qiuer. The blue light on this soul bone was like a deep lake, sparkling and emitting a cool and powerful aura.

“Qiu’er, this soul bone is quite compatible with the characteristics of your martial soul, and it should be of great help in improving your strength.” Xiao Yan handed the soul bone to Wang Qiu’er with some concern and expectation in his eyes.

"Xiao Yan, I will make good use of it to make myself stronger for our common goal." Wang Qiuer stretched out her hand, took the soul bone, and said softly.

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, picked up another soul bone, turned and walked towards Bei Bei.

A complicated expression appeared on Bei Bei's face. His fists clenched unconsciously. His eyes were fixed on the soul bone in Xiao Yan's hand, as if he was lost in some memories.

"Brother Bei, this is yours." Xiao Yan said softly.

Bei Bei took a deep breath, took the soul bone, and murmured softly: "The dean and others... once taught me, but now I have ended up like this." There was a hint of sadness and helplessness in his voice.

Tang Ya, who was standing by, gently held Bei Bei's hand and comforted him, "Bei Bei, we all know that this is a difficult decision, but given the current situation, we must consider ourselves and the Flame Alliance. Moreover, since they have chosen to become evil soul masters, they have already embarked on a path of no return."

Xiao Yan then looked at Xu Sanshi and handed him a soul bone that was emitting an earthy yellow light: "Sanshi, this soul bone can enhance your defense and will be of great help to your cultivation."

Xu Sanshi scratched his head, revealing a simple smile on his face, but his eyes still had a hint of complex emotions that were difficult to conceal: "Brother Xiao Yan, I understand, I will use it well. It's just that I have to accept all of this at once, and I still feel a little... "

At this moment, Meng Hongchen couldn't help but said, "What are you still hesitating about? These soul bones are now our trophies and our capital to become stronger! Since those people from Shrek Academy dared to be our enemies and become evil soul masters, they should have such an end!" Her voice was crisp and firm, and there was a hint of disdain and decisiveness in her eyes.

Ji Juechen also nodded slightly, his hand gently resting on the hilt of the sword, a cold aura emanating from his body: "Meng Hongchen is right, in this Douluo Continent, the strong are respected. Since they made the wrong choice, it is not our fault."

Xiao Hongchen grinned, walked forward, and picked up a soul bone without hesitation: "That's right, with these treasures, we can improve our strength faster. Then we will see who dares to look down on our Yan League!" As he spoke, he carefully looked at the soul bone in his hand, his eyes full of excitement.

Xiao Yan looked at everyone and said seriously, "I understand your feelings. After all, we all had a close connection with Shrek Academy. But we must be clear that we are now a member of the Flame Alliance. Our goal is to make the Flame Alliance rise on this continent and protect everyone from being oppressed by any force. These soul bones are our stepping stones to become stronger. We cannot be bound by the emotions of the past, but must bravely look forward and use our strength to write our own future."

After hearing Xiao Yan's words, everyone fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, Bei Bei raised her head, her eyes revealing a hint of determination: "Xiao Yan, you are right. We can't keep immersing ourselves in the past. From now on, we have to fight for the Yan League and for our own future!"

Other people from Shrek Academy also nodded in agreement. The atmosphere in the hall gradually became excited, and everyone tightly grasped the soul bones in their hands, as if holding their own destiny and the future of the Body Sect.

Under the leadership of Xiao Yan, they will embark on a road full of challenges and opportunities, and these soul bones will also witness their growth and rise...

The atmosphere in the hall became tense because of Xiao Yan's words. Everyone was looking at each other secretly, and no one spoke.

Xiao Yan distributed soul bones to everyone. For the people of Shrek Academy, this was a fact that was difficult to accept. However, Meng Hongchen and others had no sympathy for the deaths of Xuan Zi, Yan Shaozhe and others.

A month later, Holy Spirit taught.

In the secret and deep chamber of the Holy Spirit Church, the air seemed to be frozen, and a decadent and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air. The walls of the chamber were made of thick black stones, engraved with all kinds of twisted runes and strange patterns, and surrounded by some soul guides and strange objects that emitted dim light, flashing mysterious and dangerous light in the dim light.

Ye Xishui was dressed in a black robe, sitting on the stone platform in the center of the secret room with a stern face. She closed her eyes and was practicing with great concentration. The surrounding soul power fluctuations were like a turbulent undercurrent, slowly surging around her body.

Suddenly, the air in the secret room seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and a slight fluctuation aroused Ye Xishui's vigilance.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped out a black soul power palm print, attacking the source of the fluctuation.

Wherever the palm print passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of the god of death.

However, the moment the palm print was about to touch the target, it seemed to hit an invisible wall and instantly disappeared into thin air.

"Who is it?" Ye Xishui was shocked. Before she could react, a golden figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

It was a man with long blue hair, his figure was upright, he stood there indifferently, his eyes were as deep as the sea, he looked at Ye Xishui calmly. He was wearing a blue-gold robe, the golden threads on the robe were glimmering, as if the stars were flowing.

Seeing this, Ye Xishui snorted coldly, and quickly formed seals with her hands. A powerful black soul power instantly gathered in her hands, forming a huge black skull, which pounced on the golden figure. Green ghost fire burned in the eye sockets of the skull, and a disgusting stench emanated from its open mouth, as if it wanted to devour the latter.

"Ant, if I wasn't looking for the whereabouts of Destruction, I would never fancy a piece of trash like you."

Seeing this, the golden figure frowned slightly, muttered to himself, and then gently raised his hand, and a blue light curtain instantly unfolded in front of him. The light curtain was like a calm lake, deep and blue, exuding a soft and tough breath. The black skull hit the light curtain, like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing a ripple, and was quietly dissolved.

"Who is this person? Why is he so powerful?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Ye Xishui's face turned pale as paper, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

At this moment, the blue-gold robe on the golden figure fluttered in the wind, and the light of the sea god slowly rose from behind him. The light of the sea god was like the waves in the ocean, shining with blue light and emitting a sacred and inviolable aura.

When Ye Xishui saw the light of the sea god, her heart was shocked. She widened her eyes and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

"You...you are Tang San?" Ye Xishui said tremblingly.

Her voice was full of shock and fear. She had heard many legendary stories about Tang San, but she never expected that this powerful man from the God Realm would suddenly appear in front of her and defeat her so easily.

At the same time, the Xingluo Empire.

The flames of war were like a wild beast out of control, ruthlessly wreaking havoc on every inch of the Xing Luo Empire. The Sun-Moon Empire's army was like a black tide, surging towards the territory of the Xing Luo Empire. Wherever they passed, smoke filled the air, lives were lost, and it was a tragic scene.

On the battlefield, the light of soul guides shone so brightly that it was terrifying. Various soul guide shells fell densely like raindrops, making a deafening roar. Every explosion was accompanied by a violent tremor of the earth, as if an ancient beast was roaring in anger. The blazing flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the sky blood red. Thick smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell was suffocating.

The originally peaceful villages and towns were instantly reduced to ruins under this violent attack, with broken walls scattered everywhere. The cries and screams of innocent people intertwined together, forming a tragic scene of purgatory on earth.

Although the Xingluo Empire's army fought bravely, they were powerless in front of the Sun-Moon Empire's advanced soul guides. Their defenses were like fragile paper, easily torn apart, and soldiers fell one after another. Their blood dyed the ground red, forming rivers of blood on this land that was once full of vitality.

Dai Hao, an important general of the Xingluo Empire, is now trapped in the Mingdou Mountains. The Mingdou Mountains are steep, with peaks towering into the clouds and ravines crisscrossing the mountains. It should be a natural defense barrier.

However, the army of the Sun-Moon Empire used the powerful force of soul guides to advance step by step, trapping Dai Hao and his troops in this desperate situation.

Dai Hao was wearing a suit of armor that shone with silver light, holding a sharp spear with a cold gleam on the spear, as if it was a symbol of his unyielding will. His face was firm and stern, and his eyes were burning with anger. Although he was in a desperate situation, there was no fear or retreat in his eyes.

Around him were a group of equally exhausted but determined soldiers. Their armor was covered with scars and bloodstains, and some soldiers were even seriously injured, but they still held their weapons tightly, forming the last line of defense to guard Dai Hao.

"Marshal, what should we do? The soul guides of the Sun-Moon Empire are too powerful, and our reinforcements haven't arrived yet. If this goes on, we won't be able to hold on!" A young soldier looked at Dai Hao anxiously, with a hint of despair and helplessness in his voice.

Dai Hao frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity. He looked up at the sky, and saw the soul guide flying team of the Sun and Moon Empire hovering in the air, like black wings of death, ready to give them a fatal blow at any time.

"Don't panic! We, the soldiers of the Xingluo Empire, are not afraid of death! As long as we still have a breath, we will never give up!" Dai Hao shouted loudly. His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the valley, trying to boost the morale of the soldiers.

However, reality was cruel. The Sun-Moon Empire's attacks became more and more fierce, and soul-guided shells continued to explode around them, raising pieces of dust and stones. Soldiers fell one after another, and the defense line was gradually shrinking.

Dai Hao was extremely anxious, he knew that if they didn't find a way to break out, they would all die here. He held the spear tightly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"All soldiers, listen up! Prepare to break out! We are heading towards the west side of the valley. The enemy's defense there is relatively weak. We must fight our way out!" Dai Hao gave orders loudly, his voice full of firmness and decisiveness.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers cheered up, gritted their teeth, gripped their weapons tightly, and prepared to follow Dai Hao in the final breakout.

At this moment, a huge soul-guided cannonball whizzed towards them. Dai Hao's eyes focused, and he suddenly threw the spear in his hand. A silver light flashed, and the spear and the soul-guided cannonball collided in the air, making a loud bang. Powerful energy waves spread around, shaking the surrounding soldiers to the ground.

"Charge!" Dai Hao took this opportunity to shout loudly and rushed to the west first. The soldiers also shouted and followed him, launching the final charge towards the enemy's defense line.

However, the Sun-Moon Empire's army soon discovered their intentions and immediately mobilized troops to strengthen the defense on the west side. Suddenly, a hail of bullets attacked Dai Hao and his soldiers again, and their way out became extremely difficult.

Dai Hao wielded the sword in his hand, struggling to resist the enemy's attack. He was already wounded in many places, and his armor was stained with blood, but he still fought tenaciously, and every swing of the sword was filled with endless strength and determination.

"Marshal, be careful!" a soldier suddenly shouted.

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