In that mysterious space, the battle between the Human Emperor and Wu Jin has entered a white-hot stage.
The light and darkness in the space intertwined and collided, as if to completely tear this chaotic land apart.
The golden light surrounding the Human Emperor became increasingly dazzling, like a towering golden peak, emitting a sacred and inviolable aura.
He made seals with his hands and muttered something.
A golden rune flew out from his palm and instantly transformed into a giant golden dragon, pouncing towards Wu Jin with bared fangs and claws.
The dragon was surrounded by flames. Wherever it passed, the fog dissipated and the lightning was dispersed. It let out an earth-shaking roar, as if it wanted to completely destroy the evil before it.
Wu Jin's face was as dark as ink, and his ferocious features were distorted by anger and unwillingness.
He plunged his staff into the ground, and the black power of heaven surged out from the ground like black magma, quickly condensing into a huge demon hand, heading towards the golden dragon.
The demon's hand exuded a disgusting stench, its fingers were as sharp as knives, and black evil energy flowed from each fingertip. It wrestled fiercely with the golden dragon.
The golden dragon and the devil's hand entangled with each other, and the energy ripples generated by the collision were like surging waves, constantly impacting the surroundings.
The cracks in space spread rapidly like a spider web, making a "cracking" sound, as if the entire space was about to collapse under the tearing of this powerful force.
Wu Jin took advantage of the chaos and flashed away.
He disappeared from the spot like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he was quietly behind the Human Emperor. A ball of black light of destruction instantly condensed at the top of the staff.
The light contained endless darkness and the breath of death, and it stabbed fiercely at the vest of the Human Emperor, intending to deliver a fatal blow.
The Human Emperor seemed to have sensed something, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle.
He immediately dodged to the side with lightning-fast movements.
The destructive light brushed past his clothes, and the scorching energy instantly burned a charred mark on his clothes, and a pungent burnt smell filled the air.
The Human Emperor had a stern expression, his eyes burning with anger, and he slapped back with his backhand.
A golden palm print, carrying tremendous power, roared out like a golden meteor, hitting Wu Jin's chest.
Wu Jin was struck by lightning, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting a space barrier heavily.
There was a loud "bang" and the space barrier shook violently, as if it would break at any time.
Wu Jin spat out a large mouthful of black blood, which was mixed with wisps of dark aura and floated in the air.
"Do you think you can do whatever you want just by borrowing the power of Heaven? Today, I will completely eradicate this evil villain of yours!"
The Human Emperor roared, his voice resounding throughout the space like a huge bell, carrying unquestionable majesty and determination.
After he finished speaking, he moved like lightning and rushed towards Wu Jin again. His momentum was like an overwhelming force, unstoppable.
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And on the battlefield of Human Emperor City, after the great battle.
The human soldiers cheered and the people cried with joy. They hugged each other and celebrated this hard-won victory with tears and laughter.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and dust, but it could not conceal the joy in people's hearts.
The wounded soldiers supported each other, and although their bodies were covered in blood, their faces were filled with smiles of victory.
The children were running around in the crowd, shouting excitedly, as if the shadow of war had never shrouded them.
The old people put their hands together and silently thanked God for his protection.
Ning Jie and Qiu Yuebai stood face to face on the broken city wall.
The city wall has been through the baptism of war, the bricks and stones are broken, and the wall is covered with shocking cracks, like an old man on his last legs, telling the cruelty of war.
far away.
The smoke has not yet completely dissipated, and it is still rising up, blending with the lead-gray sky, giving people a feeling of depression and tragedy.
Inside the city, broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere. The once prosperous streets are now in ruins, with wisps of smoke rising from the charred remains of houses. The laughter and joy of the past still seem to echo in our ears, but things and people have changed.
Ning Jie looked at the person he had been thinking about day and night, tears glistening in his eyes. That was the joy of reunion after experiencing life and death.
His lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but he choked up. Thousands of words were stuck in his throat and he didn't know where to start.
After a long while, he finally said softly:
"Master, I... I thought I would never see you again. These days, I've been worried about you all the time. In every battle, I kept thinking, I must survive, I must see you again."
His voice was slightly hoarse, full of affection and fear.
The same is true for Qiu Yuebai. Her eyes are full of affection and emotion. After experiencing vicissitudes of life, the person in front of her is still the deepest concern in her heart.
She raised her head slightly, staring at Ning Jie, tears glistening in her eyes, and responded softly:
"Silly disciple."
Her voice was gentle and firm, like a spring breeze, gently brushing Ning Jie's heart.
Although it is only a few words, it is full of infinite emotions.
At this moment, thousands of words are concentrated in their eyes.
Ning Jie could no longer suppress his inner emotions. He rushed forward and hugged Qiu Yuebai tightly in his arms.
It was as if he had used up all his strength, afraid that if he let go, the person in front of him would disappear.
His arms tightly wrapped around Qiu Yuebai, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.
"Yuebai, I'm really afraid of losing you."
Ning Jie whispered in Qiu Yuebai's ear, his voice trembling slightly.
At this moment, he was calling Qiu Yuebai's name.
Qiu Yuebai felt Ning Jie's warm embrace. Facing this disciple who had loved her for a long time, she was no longer willing to hide her inner feelings.
She slowly stretched out her arms and hugged Ning Jie tightly, her head resting lightly on his shoulder, tears of emotion flowing from her eyes.
"We won't be separated again."
She comforted Ning Jie softly, stroking his back gently as if soothing a wounded beast.
Then, the two of them slowly raised their heads and their eyes met, as if everything around them had ceased to exist.
On the ruined city wall, they hugged and kissed each other passionately, as if time had stopped for them.
At this moment, the cruelty of war and the deep affection in their hearts formed a sharp and magnificent contrast, and a unique warmth blossomed on this war-torn land.
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