Medusa searched for Nüba, fear in her eyes, a sense of endless oppression filling her. She had never encountered such an enemy before. Her poison was ineffective, yet she dared to suck the blood of a venomous snake.
Is that a devil that is more terrifying and evil than her?
Bang!
Medusa suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back and her body fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Before she landed, a figure in green appeared below her, with her bare hands outstretched and her eyes cold, without a trace of emotion.
Click!
A feeling of suffocation came into Medusa's mind. Her neck was clamped by Nuba, and she was filled with severe pain and suffocation, as well as an lingering sense of fear.
All the snakes had drooped, having died in the previous fight, and now there was only fear on her face.
A pressure from the depths of her soul told her that the cold-blooded woman in front of her was more terrifying than the devil.
As Medusa struggled frantically, Nüba grabbed her neck and pulled her towards her. Suddenly, Nüba's eyes flashed blue, and fangs sprouted from her mouth, biting down on Medusa's neck.
Medusa felt the strength in her body slipping away, and fear filled her body and mind.
After a while, the snake hair withered and fell into long wine-red hair. The green hideousness on her face faded away, and her beauty that once made the goddess of wisdom jealous was restored. The snake skin on her body disappeared, and her graceful and perfect figure was restored.
Medusa's beauty, which was not that of a goddess, was restored at this moment as the curse poison in her body disappeared.
The cold look in Nüba's eyes strangely returned to normal. With a wave of her hand, she wrapped Medusa's body and tore through space to leave.
Looking at the direction where Nüba left, Yinglong grabbed Fenrir's wolf head, smashed it to the ground, and kicked it away, smashing the mountain a hundred miles away.
With a flash, Yinglong appeared above Fenrir's head, his arms transformed into dragon claws, striking down at his brow. With a dull thud, the giant wolf head smashed into the ground, creating a deep pit.
Fenrir's head was stuck in the deep pit, his body twitching, and soon he was silent.
The soul was shattered by the dragon's claws, leaving only the shell.
…
hiss hiss
Jörmungandr's shrill screams caused severe pain in the eardrums.
On the battlefield, countless willow branches stretched out from the void and tied themselves around the sea snake. As Jörmungandr struggled, the willow branches became tighter and tighter, tearing through its scales and sinking into its flesh.
The Hollow Willow God, her green robes dancing, walked gracefully across the land stained by demonic blood, untainted by a speck of dirt. Before her, a massive snake head gazed at her with cruelty and hatred, yet it could not move.
The Hollow Willow God formed a seal and turned into a leaf in his hand and threw it out.
A willow tree sprouted in front of the sea snake and grew wildly until it became towering.
The hanging willow branches seemed to have spirits, moving towards the sea snake's neck, and then piercing into Jörmungandr's body along with the broken scales.
Tsk tsk tsk
Even more terrifying screams alarmed the battlefield.
As if sensing the fear of death, Jörmungandr's eyes showed fear and panic. He ignored the severe pain of his tightly bound flesh and blood, and struggled even more violently, screaming miserably.
Endless vitality was drawn from the willow branches and transmitted into the willow tree.
The fear in Jörmungandr's eyes slowly faded, and his vitality continued to drain away until he could no longer struggle. His vitality was drained away, and he withered and died.
…
The high-end combat power completely crushed the front line, and other generals led the legions to charge and kill like crazy. The more demons they killed, the more horrifying murderous aura became.
Every soldier wanted to crawl out of the great terror of hell, and they would kill the demons when they saw them, with murderous intent in their eyes that could scare away ghosts and gods.
Scenes were broadcast live to the virtual forum by players watching from afar, and everyone was stunned by the war.
European players were devastated.
"They're horrible."
"Why is this happening? Is there no hope?"
"Who was that woman who fought Medusa? Why did she ignore Medusa's poison? Why did she ignore Medusa's petrification?"
"They must be cheating. They are shameless people."
"I'm going to the Land of Chaos first."
"It's unfair. Why is the East so strong and we are so weak? Dynasty is unfair. We want fairness. Let's file a complaint against them."
"I can't accept this reality. We still have the Demon Ancestor. Yes, we still have the Demon Ancestor."
"Yes, our Demon Ancestor has not lost yet."
On the European forum, fear and pessimism are spreading, and the Demon Ancestor has become the last straw.
Not only in Europe, but also in other continents, players on the server shuddered at the sight of such a horrific scene. They asked themselves if they could kill so hard in such a battlefield.
…
Heaven beyond heaven.
The will to fight was raging, and the space-shattering Nine Heavens Gale Winds submerged the void. The magical power of both parties was like a long river, stirring the battlefield beyond the heavens. Even a single wisp of magical power that leaked out could shatter a giant peak in the mortal world.
The galaxy suffered due to the isolation of the void beyond the sky.
Endless divine light filled the battlefield, and Lin Han laughed wildly in the battlefield submerged in the divine light.
Because on the European continent, the legion front has entered the final stage, the high-end combat power and the main legion have completely crushed the enemy, the Daxia Legion has won a complete victory and only needs to clean up the battlefield.
At this moment, Lin Han's body was wrapped in a long river of luck cast from the void, and his breath made the galaxy surge.
boom!
The collision of the spears annihilated the space between the two, and the strong wind and heavenly fire that could destroy immortals had no effect on the two men.
The golden body of the saint has been activated.
Luohu was filled with blood-black demonic energy, and his narrow eyes revealed extreme anger.
"They are all trash." Luo Hou looked at Lin Han coldly: "What if I win against them? As long as I am still here, I can create a new demon clan."
"Do you think you still have a chance?" Lin Han raised the Chaos Spear in his hand and pointed it directly at Luo Hou: "Do you think you can beat me?"
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