Black blood rained down from the sky, like black raindrops. The blood emitted a pungent, fishy odor that made one want to vomit.
"Great! We're saved!"
"Our God of War is so powerful!"
"It's not that the God of War is powerful, but that the Pangu Axe is a divine artifact even more ancient than heaven and earth; it is that it is powerful!"
"Great! Our divine realm is saved..."
Zhan Yin's axe strike greatly boosted the morale of the divine soldiers and generals, making them even more courageous in their fight against the demons. They were like tigers descending the mountain, their weapons gleaming with cold light, each swing filled with boundless rage and determination.
A divine general raised his longsword high, its blade gleaming with light. He roared as he charged towards the demons before him, his sword flashing like lightning, instantly felling several demon soldiers. The divine soldiers beside him were not to be outdone; they formed a battle formation, cooperating with each other, forcing the demons into a steady retreat.
Some divine soldiers unleashed spells, with elements such as fire, frost, and lightning intertwining on the battlefield, inflicting heavy losses on the demons. Their eyes were resolute, fearless, and their hearts held only one belief: to protect the divine realm and avenge their fallen comrades.
Caught off guard by this sudden counterattack, the demons descended into chaos. They stared in terror at the Pangu Axe in Zhan Yin's hand, feeling an unprecedented fear. Some demon soldiers attempted to flee, but were relentlessly pursued by the divine soldiers and generals, finding no escape.
The battlefield was filled with deafening battle cries, the stench of blood mingling with the passion of combat. Inspired by their battle chants, the divine soldiers and generals fought with ever-growing ferocity, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, relentlessly assaulting the demonic defenses.
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