Chapter 809 Jueying's Death
He laughed cruelly and said, "You are more interesting than I thought."
He moved his fingertips slightly, "Ghost Chapter, Yan Mo, go and take a look."
"yes!"
Gui Zhang and Yan Mo came out in response, their figures moving back and forth like ghosts. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind dark traces.
They were one in front and one behind. Gui Zhang held the Netherworld Scythe in his hand, with a cold light flashing, as if it could harvest all life; Yama carried the Soul-Devouring Banner on his back, with the banner swaying gently, and there were gusts of cold wind around, and the dead souls wailed.
The two men ran straight towards the source of the light, surrounded by an ominous aura, like messengers from hell, vowing to completely devour this sudden light.
Luo Li looked at the two approaching figures and immediately said, "Xiao Liu, Ye Yuan!"
Xiaoliu and Yeyuan responded to the call and instantly jumped down from the city wall to meet Guizhang and Yama.
Gui Zhang and Yan Mo stopped, their eyes bloodshot.
Without a word, both sides flew up and fought each other.
Fan Jue rested his head on the blood dragon's body, recalling all the details since his resurrection.
After a moment, he smiled wickedly and said, "No matter who you are, since you have resurrected me, I will naturally give you the reward you desire."
What exactly was that information that suddenly appeared in his mind...
Could it really be that Luo Li?
On the battlefield.
Gui Zhang swung the Netherworld Scythe, and the cold light cut through the air, carrying the breath of death and going straight for Xiaoliu's vitals.
Xiaoliu was agile and rolled sideways to avoid the attack. With his backhand, a beam of flame collided with the sickle, creating sparks.
Yama waved his Soul-Devouring Banner, and a cold wind howled. The shadows of the dead souls entangled Ye Yuan, trying to erode his mind.
Ye Yuan's eyes were determined, and the blood and energy in his body surged, forming a shield that shook off the dead souls one by one.
The four intertwined figures moved quickly in the interweaving of light and shadow. Every confrontation was accompanied by the sound of space tearing. The battle was extremely fierce, as if it would drag the world into endless chaos.
Luo Li pursed her lips. The power of the Dark Lord was even stronger than she had imagined.
She looked at Jueying who was barely resisting Feng Yan's attack and narrowed her eyes slightly.
In this battle, she will make the arrogant Fan Jue lose one of his generals!
With one sword, she dealt with several dark world undead that pounced on her, flew to Feng Yan's side, and fought Jueying with him.
Feng Yan was stunned, "You..."
Luo Li sent a voice message, "Work together and kill her."
Feng Yan's expression was firm, "Okay!"
He immediately chose to get close to Jueying and hold him back, while Luo Li was light and swift, with sword light shining like weaving. Every strike was precise and fierce, aiming directly at Jueying's vital points.
Her sword is crimson, but the tip of the sword glows with a faint blue light, which seems similar to the power of light, but is completely different, carrying a holiness that purifies everything.
Jueying roared angrily, with black air swirling around him, trying to break free from the siege of the two people.
Luo Li and Feng Yan stood back to back, with perfect understanding. Their sword shadows intertwined, forming an impenetrable net that trapped Jueying tightly.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and burning, and the aftermath of the battle made the surrounding space tremble.
Luo Li looked at the back exposed in front of her and quickly noticed the flaw. The long sword in her hand turned into a knife and instantly stabbed into Jueying's chest.
Blood mist flowed out, and she looked at the tiny human behind her in disbelief, whom she didn't take seriously, "You..."
A hint of astonishment flashed in Jueying's eyes, and his body trembled with severe pain.
Wherever Luo Li's sword tip penetrated, the black air seemed to encounter a raging fire, sizzling and dissipating into nothingness.
Seeing this, Feng Yan's eyes flashed, and he took advantage of the situation to spin around. The long sword in his hand was wrapped in blazing flames, drawing a brilliant arc of light and hitting Jueying directly.
The firelight illuminated the intertwined figures of the three people. Jueying's roar stopped abruptly at this moment, replaced by the roar of a heavy object falling to the ground. Amidst the flying dust, a fierce battle slowly came to an end. The surroundings returned to dead silence, leaving only the two people's breathing and the faint glow of embers in the distance.
The Dark Lord Jueying would never have thought that he would die at the hands of two human beings.
Realizing the passing of the Dark Lord, Fan Jue suddenly stood up, "Come back here!"
He miscalculated. There were more Zunhuang in Longyuan City than he imagined!
Upon hearing the summons, Yan Mo and his men had no desire to fight. After finding a flaw, they retreated instantly.
The undead from the dark world also evacuated the scene instantly, and there was dead silence.
Xiao Liu gritted his teeth and wanted to chase after him, but Luo Li stopped him, "Xiao Liu, stop chasing."
This battle was meant to test the strength of both sides, and being able to kill a Jueying was already an unexpected surprise.
She turned her head and looked at the dead warriors and monsters. The devices on their hearts were not 100% functional. Some of them did not have time to self-destruct, and their bodies lay on their homes.
Luo Li said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Take them back to the city and settle them down properly."
In Longyuan City, they have already prepared coffins and tombstones for themselves, and they will rest in peace on the land where they grew up.
Luo Li stepped forward lightly, the sunlight shining on her cold face, reflecting a hint of determination.
She squatted down, gently stroked the eyes of a soldier with her fingers, and closed his eyes. The action was gentle and solemn.
All around, injured monsters let out low whimpers, interweaving with the breeze to form a elegy.
The soldiers stepped forward silently and lifted the body of the victim, each step seeming particularly heavy.
In Longyuan City, everyone's expression was very solemn.
This time, the Dark World only sent out four Dark Lords and one million undead warriors, but behind them, there were nearly 20 million Dark World undead and eight Dark Lords.
Luo Li returned to the city and without even a moment's rest, she quickly gathered everyone together.
"In the next battle, the Dark Realm will not hold back. All of the Dark Realm will come. This is the final battle, and we must not lose!"
"I will personally fight against Brahma Jue..."
Before she finished speaking, Feng Yan frowned and said, "No, Fan Jue is a Venerable Emperor. A Soul Emperor like you is just a little brat in front of him. Absolutely not."
Luo Li said helplessly: "Listen to me, even though Jueying is dead, there are still eleven Dark Lords. I have to come in person to find the Dark Realm Lord Fan Jue. We have the Tower of Gods and the Chaos Jade, and besides..."
She narrowed her eyes. Besides, she still had a piece of Chaos Jade fragment that had not been fused. When the Chaos Jade was fused, it would unleash enormous power, and Fan Jue might not be able to withstand it.
If things really reach a point of no return...
"What?" Feng Yan and the others were puzzled.
Luo Li shook her head. "In short, I can't kill Fan Jue, but I can still hold him back. As long as I can hold him back, he won't be able to kill our high-level combat power."
Feng Yan and the others pursed their lips. She was right. If they couldn't stop Fan Jue, they would probably be at the mercy of others.
Luo Li curled her lips slightly and said soothingly: "Your mission is to kill those Dark Lords before you can help me, right?"
They could only respond in a deep voice: "Yes."
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