Volume 3, Chapter 63: The Blood-stained Battlefield.

The golden formation was shattered with a loud bang, and the remaining power moved forward, splitting a huge hole in the hall built of huge stones.

The entire hall began to shake violently at this moment.

The roar continued and stone chips filled the sky.

Ye Tingmu pointed the tip of his sword forward and uttered a word.

"kill!"

At the command, the three camps launched an attack.

"The Sky Demon Camp, follow me and kill them."

"Brothers of the Royal Guard Battalion, it's time to make achievements. Charge..."

“.....”

The charge began, and a giant frost dragon swooped down from the sky. In the zero-degree ice region, under the dark night sky, a snowy frosting began to fall.

The Starry Sky Turtle also summoned water from the nine heavens out of thin air and poured it into the Sky Palace.

The two beasts really didn't expect that this kid could actually break the formation with just one sword. The shock in their hearts was no less than that of the people in the Sky Palace.

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly murmur in his heart that it seemed not unfair to lose to such a person.

At this moment, everyone in the Cang Qiong Palace had just recovered from the sword attack and had just stood up from the smoke and dust when they were met with an overwhelming amount of magic.

Some of them didn't even have time to dodge before being hit by these spells and fell under the sky.

The battle started again without warning.

But at this moment, everyone in the Sky Palace had no way to retreat.

Behind them is a bright starry road, which is the way home, but there is an invisible barrier blocking it.

It became an unbridgeable gap in their lives.

An elven woman walked out of the ruins, her long hair flying in the wind. Looking at the flames of war all around her, she knew that they had lost the battle today.

They also lost their last barrier.

She raised the elven spear in her hand high, and the crisp sound echoed.

"Immortal warriors, eternal fighters, we have no way to retreat. Follow me and fight to the death."

Her voice was so loud that it covered up the shouts, roars of animals, and the roar of the explosion.

The warriors of the Immortal Saint Clan stopped retreating at this moment. They turned around and looked at the battlefield in front of them, with determination in their eyes once again.

The words of the elf messenger awakened them and made them clearly aware of their current situation.

Yes, they have nowhere to retreat and can't go back. Escape? Where can they escape to?

In that case, why not fight to the death?

The knight of the Tian clan tore off the tattered golden armor on his body and raised the broadsword in his hand.

"The Palace Master is right. Since we can't go back, let us die on the way to the charge, die beside our comrades. Follow me and charge forward."

He raised his arms and shouted, his blood burning again.

"Yes, fight them."

"There is no way to retreat, only to fight to the death."

"The Eternal Immortal Realm will last for thousands of years, and the Immortal Saint Clan will remain vigorous and indestructible."

"Use me as a spear to sweep away the thorns for eternity."

They roared, yelled, and launched a counterattack. At this moment they were no longer afraid.

Because to them, at this moment, he is already a dead person.

The dead who cannot return home will fight to the death. If they retreat, they will die. If they fight, they will also die. No one will choose to wait for death.

Even if they are going to die, they will fight this last battle.

Ye Tingmu frowned, split into two, and rushed forward again, sword lights, formations, and secret techniques falling indiscriminately.

Faced with the counterattack, the offensive of the three camps was forced to stop, and they were once again engaged in a stalemate with the enemy.

Before they died, the 100,000 remnants of the Immortal Saints counterattacked and burst out with astonishing combat power.

They actually covered up their offensive.

Both sides were blood-thirsty at this moment, and all their attacks were aimed at killing.

"Damn it! They actually dared to resist! Brothers, kill them."

"Don't be afraid, destroy them all."

A battle that has lasted for billions of years will finally come to an end today.

The only difference is who wins the battle and the price to pay for victory.

Death was happening all the time, and the Sky Palace was razed to the ground by the terrifying energy waves.

Immortals fell one after another, warriors fell one after another, the world was like a ruthless knife, constantly reaping the lives of those present.

They come from two different dimensions and two different races. They are naturally hostile and will fight to the death the moment they meet.

One died on the battlefield for the eternal cause, for the immortal belief, and for the expansion of their territory.

For the sake of his homeland, for the peace of future generations, and for the dream of eternal peace in his heart, he fights with the king to defend his country and fights to the death.

They interpret loyalty with their lives. At this moment, no matter which camp they are in, they are heroes to their plane.

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, so why should we return home wrapped in horsehide?

The knight of the Tian clan fell down and fell into a lasting sleep. The messenger of the Beast Tamer clan also lay on his summoned beast and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

One after another, powerful immortals were ruthlessly killed by Ye Tingmu and returned to their origins.

Countless soldiers died fighting.

In the three major camps of Changhe, familiar faces also fell from time to time. Du Tian died on the way to charge, and was blasted into powder by a powerful immortal.

Only the long sword was still stuck in the ground, proving that he had once rushed to this position.

That was the sword given to him by Ye Tingmu, and he had sworn allegiance to him until his death.

He died, but he got what he wanted.

Ye Xiaohua died in battle, Yang San fell... one by one the warriors from the lower realms fell at the entrance of this star road. They accompanied their king, fought against hundreds of countries, fought on the Sky Road, and conquered the sea of ​​boundaries. They always felt that they were lucky.

They survived one battle after another, followed the king step by step to the top of the Long River, and became the masters of the Three Heavens.

But they finally fell here and fell into eternal sleep.

They died and left this world completely, but their souls did not disperse. Their hearts still followed Ye Tingmu and still wanted to fight for him.

They died, but before they died they had no fear or dread, only regret.

I regret that I can no longer accompany Wang on his journey.

Familiar warriors died one after another. They were Ye Tingmu’s brothers, sisters, and his family.

The murderous aura in Ye Tingmu became more violent, he killed people faster and faster, and his eyes became colder and colder.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: kill them all.

Qingfeng, Fenghe, Qiqi...Dongfang Qingzhu was also killing like crazy. They were madly harvesting the lives of the enemies and charging forward recklessly, just thinking about killing one more person so that our army would have one less person killed.

Sorrow, wailing, and roaring can be heard from time to time, and death is repeated.

Every time a person falls down, someone else's heart will feel a sharp pain.

This was not what he wanted, but he knew that he had to do it.

War always results in casualties, and peace requires the blood of others to maintain it. This is the truth, a truth that he cannot change.