On this depressing and dark battlefield shrouded by demonic energy, the God of Death and the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons stood facing each other.
The black magic wand in the hands of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons was like an awakened demon. When he waved it, the magic crystal on the top burst out with a dazzling and strange dark light.
"Dark Sky Eclipse Curse."
He took the lead and waved his wand rapidly in the air, drawing complex trajectories. As he muttered something, the demonic energy around him seemed to be stirred by invisible hands and gathered madly towards the wand.
In the blink of an eye, the evil spirit condensed into five huge evil hands. Each hand was as big as a house, with fingers as sharp as blades and nails flashing a cold light.
The devil's hand grabbed towards the god of death with its fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, the space was like a distorted canvas, with layers of black ripples and a creepy "hissing" sound, as if the space was being corroded by evil spirits.
"Is this the secret skill of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace? It has such a strong suppression force that the divine power in my body can't function properly."
The god of death looked calm, his cold eyes fixed on the attacking evil hand.
He stood firmly with his feet slightly apart, and the power of death began to spread around his body, like a thick green fog, gradually concealing his figure.
Just when the evil hand was about to grab him, the figure of the god of death flashed like a ghost, so fast that only a faint afterimage was left.
He nimbly moved between the gaps in the devil's hands, and each dodge was extremely dangerous.
After the magic hand grabbed nothing, it left deep claw marks on the ground. The ground instantly cracked and gravel flew everywhere.
"Death is forbidden."
Taking advantage of the gap in the attack of the magic hand, the God of Death quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, and the dark green fog seemed to be pulled by some powerful force, spinning and condensing rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the thick fog turned into dozens of sharp sickles of death, each of which exuded a terrifying breath of death. The edges of the sickles flashed with a faint light, as if they could reap all life in the world.
With a low roar from the God of Death, these sickles of death shot towards the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace like arrows shot from a bow and pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
The Death Scythe drew dark green tracks in the air, and its speed was so fast that the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.
"It's just that, it can't hurt me."
Upon seeing this, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
He pointed the magic crystal on the top of his wand at the oncoming scythe of death. The magic crystal shone brightly, and a thick black magic light shield instantly condensed in front of him.
This layer of shield is like an indestructible black wall, with mysterious runes flowing on its surface, emitting powerful magical fluctuations.
The scythe of death hit the magic light shield hard, making a series of dense "ding-dong" sounds, like the crisp sound of metal colliding.
With every impact, ripples would appear on the surface of the shield, just like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Some Death Scythes shattered directly upon impact, turning into wisps of dark green smoke that dissipated in the air, but some still left tiny cracks on the shield due to their powerful impact force.
"Something's wrong."
The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons felt the vibration from the shield and frowned slightly.
Under the impact of this energy storm, the figures of the God of Death and the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons shook slightly.
At the same time, the battle between the Red Realm Demon Emperor and Yang Jian not far away was equally thrilling.
The Red Realm Demon Emperor danced with the black magic sword in his hand. Demonic energy lingered on the blade, and every swing brought out black sword energy. These sword energies crisscrossed like black lightning, slashing towards Yang Jian swiftly.
Yang Jian looked calm, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand shone with golden light.
He was agile and nimble, like a cheetah, jumping flexibly between the gaps in the sword energy.
"Five thunders protect and suppress."
Taking advantage of the gap in the Red Realm Demon Emperor's sword moves, Yang Jian suddenly leaped forward, holding the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand high, and a golden sword light pierced the sun like a rainbow, slashing towards the Red Realm Demon Emperor.
The Red Realm Demon Emperor quickly raised his magic sword to block. With a loud "clang", the sound of metal collision resounded through the sky.
"Bang."
The Red Realm Demon Emperor's arms became numb from the powerful force, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Interesting, it seems the rumors are true!"
But how could the Red Realm Demon Emperor show weakness so easily? After he steadied his body, he muttered something, and the demonic energy around him surged wildly, condensing into a huge black demonic shadow above his head.
The demon shadow had a ferocious face, holding a magic sword exactly the same as the one used by the Red Realm Demon Emperor, and slashed at Yang Jian fiercely.
Yang Jian's face was solemn. He poured all his divine power into the three-pointed, double-edged sword. The blade shone brightly, forming a golden light shield to protect him.
The sword of the demon shadow slashed on the light shield, causing a violent shock. The surface of the light shield flickered, as if it would break at any time.
At this critical moment when the two sides were in a stalemate, roars were heard in the distance, and a group of powerful men with strong auras came from afar.
The leaders were the God King Xuanji and the Emperor Beiyu Sword of the Divine Court, and the two people next to them were the God King Zhulong of the Samsara Island.
Behind them followed an endless army.
The army of the Divine Court was dressed in silver armor, like a silver torrent, dispelling the evil spirit wherever it passed;
The people on Samsara Island had different auras. Some were emitting mysterious rune light all over their bodies, while others were riding strange magic weapons and rushing towards the battlefield in a mighty manner.
"Xuan Ji, Bei Yu, Zhu Long?"
The Red Mirror Demon Emperor, who had been fighting against Yang Jian, sensed the opponent's arrival at the first moment, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
These three are all top-notch God Kings. Although Hong Jing has surpassed this category, he can only defeat one in a one-on-one situation.
And now there are three of them, not to mention Yang Jian who is suppressing him in front of him.
At this moment, Hong Jing had the idea of escaping, and secretly transmitted a message: "Support from the Divine Court and Samsara Island has arrived, and there are estimated to be thirty Heavenly Lords."
"This operation has been tested and we can use space teleportation to retreat."
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