The Spiritual Emperor Sikong Hao shouted, "You daring traitor, step down from the throne immediately!"
"Hahahaha, my royal brother, I didn't expect that you were so badly injured but still alive? But even if you broke through the siege and came here, what would it matter?"
Sikong Miao laughed arrogantly, "Now the entire palace is under my control. Moreover, outside this secret forest, it has long been surrounded by the demon tribe's army. You can't escape even if you have wings! The smart ones will hand over their magic wands and surrender. Come, capture them for me!"
After Sikong Miao issued the thunderous order, countless rebels swarmed in like a surging tide. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Sikong Lian and others, making it impossible for them to get out.
In an instant, the sounds of shouting and weapons clashing were deafening, and a thrilling, brutal and fierce battle began!
Sikong Lian clutched the staff, radiating a mysterious glow, in both hands. His figure was agile and graceful, weaving through the enemy ranks like a ghost. He channeled his spiritual energy, sending streaks of dazzling soft light streaking across the sky like falling stars, with astonishing power. Any rebels who attempted to approach him, once touched by this light, were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of their bodies.
However, despite Sikong Lian's immense power, aided by his staff, he began to feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of rebels advancing. Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.
At this critical moment, Xingyue, who had been watching the battle silently, finally stepped forward.
With a gentle wave of her right hand, a divine sword, gleaming with dazzling light, appeared out of thin air. Runes swirled across the blade, gleaming brightly and emitting a heart-pounding aura.
Immediately afterwards, Xingyue, holding the magic sword in her hand, danced with the sword in a graceful manner. The sword shadows flew everywhere. Wherever she went, the rebels fell down and blood splattered every five steps.
Sikong Hao, who was standing by, could not help but be delighted and excited when he saw this. He immediately raised his arms and shouted, commanding the rest of the elf warriors to fight bravely.
Each of these elves is agile and skilled. They cast spells or wield weapons, coordinating with each other seamlessly and in perfect harmony.
With everyone working together and fighting bloody battles, the originally aggressive rebels gradually showed signs of fatigue, suffered defeat after defeat, and were eventually defeated.
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