Afafu stood on the city wall, looking at the battlefield further west.
On the vast battlefield in the west of the continent, smoke spread like the tentacles of a devil, and the shouts of killing were like rolling thunder, shaking the earth.
The Shura Cult was like a dark army from hell, ruthlessly crushing the army of the ancient Galan Kingdom with an unstoppable black torrent.
The black armor of the Shura Cult members was like fragments of the night, emitting the breath of death.
The bloodthirsty gleam in their eyes is like the wicked fire burning in an endless abyss, which is terrifying.
The various weapons in their hands flashed with ferocious cold light in the sunlight. Every time they swung them, it was like the scythe of the god of death, bringing about a bloody storm and ruthlessly harvesting the soldiers of the ancient country of Galan.
Although the army of the ancient Galan Kingdom was dressed in gorgeous armor, the exquisite patterns on the armor once symbolized glory and strength, but now it seemed fragile under the impact of the Shura Sect.
The army was arranged in neat square formations, and the soldiers were on high alert. Although there was fear in their eyes, there was more determination to defend their homeland.
However, the Shura Cult's attacks were as fierce as a storm, and every charge was like a surging wave, severely hitting the defense line of the ancient kingdom of Galan.
Under the crazy attack of the Shura Cult, the army of the ancient Galan Kingdom gradually showed signs of defeat.
Corpses piled up like mountains and blood gathered into rivers, flowing on this once peaceful land.
The leader of the Shura Sect, Ashura, is a nightmare-like existence.
His massive body resembled a god descending from heaven, yet it held an immense evil. Every inch of his skin was as hard as steel, emitting an aura of despair, as if he were the strongest fortress in the world.
No matter whether it was the swords of the soldiers of the ancient country of Galan who chopped him with all their strength, or the powerful spells released by the monks with all their spiritual power, the moment they touched his body, they were as powerless as an ant trying to shake a tree. They could only create a faint spark on his body surface and could not cause him any substantial harm!
At this moment, Afaf's beautiful face turned a little pale because of worry, her brows were furrowed, and her deep eyes were full of solemnity.
The gorgeous armor she wore still shone in the sunlight, but now it felt more like a heavy burden.
She knew very well that if this continued, the army of the ancient Galan Kingdom would be wiped out, and that would be a catastrophic disaster.
"All troops, listen up and prepare to withdraw!"
Afaf's voice echoed on the battlefield. Although it was firm and powerful, it could not hide the helplessness and anxiety in it.
However, the Shura Cult's offensive was like a surging tide, wave after wave, leaving the army of the ancient Galan Kingdom no chance to breathe.
Although the order to withdraw had been issued, its execution was fraught with difficulty. The soldiers were constantly attacked during the retreat, the rear troops were scattered, and the soldiers in the front were caught in a bitter battle. The number of casualties was rising sharply, and every moment a life was lost on this bloody battlefield.
At this extremely critical and vital moment, a melodious and solemn Buddhist chanting suddenly came from the distant sky.
The sound of the Buddha's name was like a ray of hope, penetrating the haze on the battlefield.
I saw a bald monk with a huge halo behind his head riding an elephant slowly coming. If Ning Jie was there, he would find that this was the current Holy Son of Buddhism - Sha Xin!
I saw that the killing monk was a group of Buddhist believers who came to support like a sacred angel.
The face of the Shaxin monk was as calm as water, like an ancient Buddha, but his eyes were filled with unwavering Buddha light, which seemed to be able to dispel all evil in the world.
He held a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and the runes on the pestle flashed with mysterious power, emitting bursts of peaceful yet majestic aura.
He walked towards Ashura step by step. With each step he took, a dazzling golden lotus grew under his feet. The golden lotus bloomed, emitting a soft light, temporarily dispelling the blood and darkness around it.
When Ashura saw the murderous monk coming, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes, which was full of desire for battle and fanaticism for killing.
He laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder:
"It's you again, bald ass, Sha Xin! You've come just in time. I'll have a showdown with you today!"
With that, he brandished the eerily glowing sickle in his hand. The black spiritual energy on the sickle coiled like a spirit snake as he charged towards the murderous monk. His momentum seemed to subjugate the entire world to his death sickle.
The Killing Monk's expression remained unchanged, as calm as water. He faced Ashura's attack, charging towards him with steady and determined steps.
He swung the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, creating golden arcs of light as he fought with Asura.
In an instant, the two simultaneously unleashed their magical powers, transforming into beings with three heads and six arms. Their forms towered over the heavens, like the gods of war descending from ancient mythology. Each arm wielded a powerful weapon, and each strike held the power to annihilate heaven and earth.
Asura's black spiritual power was like a surging sea of demons, with rolling waves. Every wave carried a breath of destruction, trying to drown the murderous monk.
The black spiritual power transformed into various ferocious demonic shapes, pouncing towards the murderous monk with bared fangs and claws.
The golden Buddha light of the monk Shaxin was like the dazzling sun, shining brightly and enveloping everything around it in sacred light.
The Buddha's light transformed into countless golden arrows and swords, colliding with the shape of the devil. Every collision erupted with strong energy fluctuations, like small suns exploding on the battlefield, shining brightly and illuminating the entire dim battlefield.
The surrounding soldiers and believers all dodged. In front of this powerful force, they were like fragile ants. If they were not careful, they would be affected by the energy fluctuations and shattered to pieces.
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