Wu Yan stood behind him holding an umbrella. The spiritual power of the green bamboo umbrella in her hand rolled, and poisonous flames filled the sky, burning the approaching demon soldiers into scorched earth.
However, the demon army was like a tide of ants, and more and more demon soldiers poured in from the cracks in the void.
Although Liu Yuting has strong magical powers, his physical strength is gradually consumed after a long and fierce battle.
Wu Yan was so anxious that she finally bit her tongue and a stream of snake blood spilled onto the ground.
She chanted a spell softly, and her body suddenly shook, and the demonic energy surged.
She transformed into a tens-meter-long green snake, its scales glowing dark green, its pupils erect, and a terrifying, eerie look.
The green snake flicked its tail, stirring up a violent storm with poisonous gas that spread everywhere, killing anyone who came into contact with it instantly. The demon army was immediately littered with corpses.
"Master, don't waste your energy, I will deal with them." The green snake spoke in human language, with a soft but extremely firm tone.
Liu Yuting looked at her with a resolute expression: "Let's fight together."
Wu Yan had no choice but to continue attacking the enemy camp. Wherever the snake's body went, no grass grew.
The next second, he swung his sword faster and more fiercely, and each strike cut through the sky.
Their eyes shone with a cold light, and even though the storm behind them was like hell, they never retreated a single step.
There is only one goal: to protect Su Yao.
…
In the south, Qingcheng, Zhuyan and Fubao had already set up a spiritual formation.
The divine light shot straight into the sky, and the spiritual energy converged in the sky, turning into a mysterious barrier that blocked the thousands of miles of demonic realm.
The red face and red clothes are like fire, the divine feathers are like clouds, the fire spirit takes shape, and the red bird flames in the sky burn all the troops.
Qingcheng stood at the center of the formation, controlling the power of the Azure Dragon. With a raise of his hand, wind and thunder came together, and the phantom of Qinglin shuttled among the troops, unstoppable.
Fubao stood between the two men, his black cat body transformed into thousands of shadows, setting up the Nine Netherworld Illusion Formation to confuse the enemy's perception.
"Form a divine light formation to cut off the devil's breath." Qingcheng chanted the spell in a low voice, and the spiritual realm suddenly became bright, directly blocking the southern line of heaven and earth.
Zhu Yan smiled brightly: "These little devils are quite tenacious."
"It's okay to be stubborn, just don't make too much noise." Fubao swung out a claw, and the black air turned into an invisible blade, cutting through the demonic shadow in front.
The southern front is as still as a mountain.
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In the west, Bai Ze, Xuan Ming and Zhan Tianye stood back to back, guarding a cliff.
The demon army came like a wave, but the three of them cooperated closely and attacked with precision and ferocity.
Xuanming controls the water veins and cold air. With a move of magic, he freezes thousands of troops. As the divine light of Xuanwu shakes, frost forms on the earth.
As Bai Ze waved his hand, the energy of the white tiger broke through the air, the sonic boom cut off the soul, and hundreds of demon heads flew up.
Zhan Tianye was the most violent, with arcs of electricity flashing all over his body. He transformed into a thunder wolf and rushed into the demon army, tearing hundreds of enemies apart with one claw. His wolf howl was like thunder, frightening the enemy.
"You've come in quite a lot." Zhan Tianye grinned, licking the corner of his lips dripping with blood. "No matter how many there are, I can tear them all apart."
"Don't be impulsive, we just need to defend the formation." Bai Ze shouted softly, the divine patterns floated, and the thunder and fire formations were opened at the same time, blasting the sky to pieces.
Xuan Ming sneered, "The demon army wants to drain our magic power. Let's try and see who collapses first."
The three men worked together as one, advancing and retreating in moderation, and the western front remained as immovable as a mountain.
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The north is the most treacherous place.
Wen Wushang and Xin Jifeng stood on a floating island, looking down at the incoming army.
Xin Jifeng transforms into a black panther, as fast as a ghost, coming and going like the wind, killing enemies silently.
Wen Wushang was wearing a black robe, with demonic energy surrounding him and black flames swirling in his palms.
"How ironic, I, a Demon Lord, am here to guard the pass for the God." Wen Wushang whispered, his voice cold to the bone.
"She's worth it." Xin Jifeng responded calmly, his eyes glowing crimson: "Stop talking nonsense, here I come."
Countless demon armies rushed over, and Wen Wushang flipped his palm, and the infinite demonic flames burned.
"Then let's kill them happily."
The two fought side by side, their killing intent overwhelming. Although the demon army was larger in number, they were forced to retreat hundreds of steps.
But the demon army is endless, even though they are so powerful, they can only continue to consume.
Yet, they never took a step back.
All four lines are defended and the barrier is not broken.
Everyone knew that this was not an ordinary defense, but a battle to protect Su Yao's life.
As long as she is still alive, they will kill all the demons in the world.
They are the unshakable mountain behind her and the protectors under her divine thunder.
I don't ask for anything in return, I just want her to return safely.
But the demon army became more and more courageous as the battle went on, as if they had planned it all in advance and were just waiting for Su Yao to be at his weakest moment to strike a fatal blow.
The protective elixir in Su Yao's body was almost exhausted and her divine power was shaky, but she did not panic.
"How can we stop after the nine-nine heavenly tribulations?"
She took a deep breath, forced her consciousness and dragon blood to circulate, and chanted the divine formula again: "Dragon Soul Curse: Reverse Life!"
A purple-gold divine light burst out from the top of her head, and the shadow of an ancient dragon appeared in the sky, soaring into the sky and heading straight for her!
The ninety-eighth thunder fell, roaring like a world-destroying thunder dragon!
Su Yao was hit so hard that blood spurted out, and the Golden Lotus Mountain shattered into light dust.
But she still hung in the air, her eyes closed, her fingers like swords pointing at the sky.
"The last one... come on."
Even though the people behind her knew they would eventually die of exhaustion, no one had the slightest intention of retreating.
They all firmly believed that Su Yao would be able to survive this disaster.
She is the God of Freedom.
The thunder tribulation has not yet ended, but the demon army has already spread all over the place.
Su Yao’s tribulation is no longer just a tribulation of thunder.
It is also a battle of life and death.
At this moment, something strange happened.
The east wind blew violently, and a ball of dark evil energy descended from the sky like thunder, like the bloody mouth of hell.
Amidst the demonic energy, a familiar yet distorted figure slowly emerged.
Su Yao's brows furrowed.
The face gradually became clear in the dark air. It was her cousin: Su Zhenzhen.
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