Volume 3, Chapter 58: The enemy was defeated.

The knight's sword was broken and the beast's blood was drained.

The main battlefield under the starry sky is developing towards an irreversible situation. From the very beginning, they did not expect that Changhe's army would arrive so soon.

They had not expected that the enemy's fighting power was far beyond their imagination. Perhaps before they died, they still could not realize that such a powerful army could be born on such a barren land, in a world abandoned by the heavens.

In the starry sky, Ye Tingmu, the Lord of the Sky Palace, the elf clan's messenger, and more than twenty powerful immortals have fought to the end of the sky.

There is a barrier there, blocking them. Beyond it is the boundless starry sky ruled by the Eternal Immortal Realm.

There are immortals there, they are blessed by the heavens and are immortal forever. Under the order of everything, the heavens dominate all living beings in the world.

And within this barrier is the Long River, a place abandoned by the heavens and a place hated by the immortals.

For Ye Tingmu, what is outside the barrier is unknown, while what is inside the barrier is his home, which is the place he has to protect, and he will fight a bloody battle for it.

For the immortals of the five immortal clans, the area outside the barrier is their home, while the area inside the barrier is where they gain glory and where they will try their best to capture it.

For tens of millions of years, they had sworn an oath under the throne of the Immortal King to conquer this only lost world for the Eternal Immortal Realm and add another piece of territory to the territory of the Eternal Immortal Realm.

They were full of confidence and determination, and stepped into this land with all their might and without hesitation.

With a mighty army, the elite troops rushed under the black starry sky.

They had disregarded everything, willingly enduring the fatal pain of having their flesh torn apart, in order to cross this barrier and come here.

But everything was not as simple as they thought. They encountered setbacks again and again and watched their comrades-in-arms buried in the river one after another.

They wanted to go back, but found that they could not go back. In this world, the land of long rivers, people were allowed to enter but not leave.

They can only pin their hopes on victory, crush the black city in front of them, trample the palace, and then they can go home.

They have also been working hard and trying again and again for tens of millions of years.

But what awaits them is failure. Perhaps they were not decisive enough from the very beginning.

And this time, under the Immortal King's death order, they flattened the city with their bright red lives.

They were about to win and end the battle. They were excited and happy because it meant they would be able to go home soon.

Leave this dark hell and return to that sunny world, the hometown they long for.

But at this time, this man appeared. He brought a large army, snatched away the fruit that was within their reach, and crushed the flowers blooming in their hearts.

They hated him and wanted to kill him to vent their anger, but reality slapped them hard in the face.

They found that they were powerless in the face of this man and had no way to deal with him at all.

Their comrades fell one by one and were left completely on this land.

They tried their best to change all this.

"You really deserve to die. I'm going to fight you."

"Not enough, still not enough..."

But they still faced failure. The man in front of them was insanely strong. Although he was in the early stage of the Immortal Lord realm, they felt the sense of oppression that only immortal strong men could have, and the sense of powerlessness that only faced immortal strong men.

But he is obviously not immortal, why?

The elf's messenger controlled the god of nature condensed by the power of nature, trying to slow down Ye Tingmu's steps, while on the other hand, he used his own original power to heal his comrades.

But what was waiting for her was still a shocking sword, which would kill her comrades.

Ye Tingmu became more and more courageous as the battle went on. The two bodies were killing like crazy. This fight was not difficult for him, but he fought the most ferociously.

The killing moves never stop, and never leave any leeway for the opponent. If you touch his reverse scale, the only recourse is a blood sacrifice.

He also felt the ease of the battle. Having fought with the Star Turtle and the Frost Dragon before, he had a certain fear of the powerful Immortal Lords.

After all, when fighting the two beasts, he felt unprecedented exhaustion, which he had never felt in the past three days.

So when facing dozens of immortals, he instinctively remained alert.

But when the fight started, he found that everything was so different from what he had imagined.

These people were not as powerful as he had imagined. He did not feel much pressure in dealing with them, and it was even difficult for them to hurt him.

Only then did he realize that the strong ones were not at the Immortal Venerable level at all, but only the Frost Dragon and the Star Turtle.

But this is understandable. After all, the life stories of the two beasts are there. Similarly, with Qiqi, Heibai, the Star Turtle and the Frost Dragon in the main battlefield, he is not worried at all.

He believed that with them around, the other side would be defeated, so he focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him.

The battlefield on the other side has advanced from the black city to the wasteland outside the city.

The coalition forces of the five immortal holy clans were driven out in the same way they came in.

When they came in, they left behind hundreds of thousands of corpses, and it took a year. When they left, they also left behind densely packed corpses, but it only took a few hours.

Just as Ye Tingmu thought, the Star Turtle and the Frost Dragon were completely slaughtering the more than ten powerful Immortal Lords who came to support them.

They even killed faster than Ye Tingmu.

Relying on his physical advantages, and powerful attack and defense capabilities, he is the so-called Immortal Lord, or the messenger of the Tian clan and the Beast Taming clan.

They were no match for the two beasts. As the battle dragged on, the immortals were bleeding one after another. Even the two envoys were fleeing for their lives in a panic, retreating like mad.

The coalition forces of the five immortal clans, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled by the arrival of the Immortal Lord's support, now saw their Immortal Lord fall and the envoys defeated and fleeing for their lives.

The fighting spirit that had just been ignited was instantly washed away.

The army was in disarray and had no will to fight. They began to retreat like their own envoys.

No... to be more precise, they were running for their lives, because at this moment, they had forgotten about resistance and were only thinking about how to run faster and faster than others.

On the other hand, the three thousand emperors in the three camps were like crazy, fighting desperately under the leadership of Qingfeng and his men.

They transformed into Shuras who were taking lives, ending the lives of their opponents at all times.