The monks on the entire defense line of Mingyu City were charging, but in the end, Yongyuan had the upper hand. There were too many of them, and there were too many strong ones.

The warship broke through the waves, faced Yongyuan's army, and fell into the deep sea with its broken body, writing a magnificent chapter.

For the sake of military merit and resources, for the defense line not to be broken, and for the name of killing the emperor, hundreds of millions of monks replaced all defenses with absolute attack.

In a corner of the ocean, a thousand-meter flying boat crashed into the sea. The monks on it turned around and landed on the warship on the sea. After a brief exchange, they became companions to help each other.

During this process, a monk roared because too many familiar faces died in front of him.

"Remember that if you want to survive, you will have to rely on yourself in the future. In this war, you must become stronger." Greater than Pengtuo, the middle-aged man left the hand of the young man beside him and fell into the sea alone.

On the warship, the young man's eyes were red, and his crying and childishness disappeared silently with the heavy rain.

In the cruel war, too many fathers and sons disappeared, and too many emotions were buried.

A thousand-foot-level battleship group was surrounded by countless Yongyuan monsters, and the road between them and other forces was blocked.

"Move all to the rear, we must not be trapped in Yongyuan's army for a long time!" As the leader of a family, he couldn't help but roared angrily.

On the battlefield, if you are separated from your friendly forces, you are a lone boat, and the only way to end is to sink.

And when those black armies obstructed their vision, it no longer mattered whether they disappeared or died. No one came back to save them.

Therefore, this fleet is anxious. They have not been surrounded for long, and there is still a chance to break through the siege at the rear and see the light again.

However... on this vast battlefield, there is no such thing as a powerful force facing such a desperate situation. How can there be any miracles!

boom!

A monster as huge as a mountain crossed over the head of the fleet and crashed into the deep sea. A huge wave set off, revealing the pale and desperate face of the family leader.

Yongyuan's battle line has been pushed to their rear from the moment they were surrounded. Those with the strongest combat power will go to the front line to continue the attack. Miscellaneous fish like them will only be swallowed up by the endless Yongyuan monsters.

On such a battlefield, these small forces either have a future of reaching the sky, or they are in the endless abyss, or they are already dead before they fall into the abyss.

Even the overlord forces have been overwhelmed on this battlefield. Only the Holy Land is holding on with all its strength. But when Yongyuan's army is densely packed, they are just a slightly larger island in this dark sea.

When huge waves hit the sky, everyone is at risk.

"Sir, the Shenbing Sect has sent us to ask for help." Thousands of monks on the floating island quickly delivered various messages to Zong Shao. Among them, the requests for help from the surrounding forces were the most numerous.

"Inform Elder Yi Zhengxuan to lead the team to the sea area of ​​​​the Shenbing Sect." Zong Shao made his decision almost instantly.

The Shenbing Sect is located on the right side of Yujing Tower and must be saved. Moreover, this is the sect that originally lent Yujing Tower ten pieces of information.

Moreover, he had just seen the movement on the sea. At least thirty powerful monsters from Yongyuan had landed in that sea area. Even if the Shenbing Sect did not ask for help, Yujing Tower would still need to arrange for powerful monsters to go and provide support.

"Send the last warship to the front!" After solving all the problems of asking for help, Zong Shao gritted his teeth and issued an order.

The floating island is in the battlefield, but it is still far away from the battle front of Yujing Tower. He needs to always pay attention to the battle damage ahead and arrange corresponding supplies.

But in this chaotic battlefield, it was too difficult. Before, a group of warships had been transported to Yujing Tower, but they encountered Yongyuan and the powerful battlefield on the way, and all the warships were destroyed.

All of them sank into the sea.

The number of warships over there was already running low, so Zong Shao had no choice but to take the risk and continue sending warships there, even if this was already the last batch.

The thunder of war friction filled every corner of the battlefield. Even on the battlefield on the sea, there were flames lighting up the sky. When Yan Chi issued the order, the monks on both sides were frantically reducing their numbers.

The sea water surged and turned into heavy rain. In the heavy rain, the foundation of the war was being consumed bit by bit.

The breath of death is constantly being absorbed and analyzed by the black and white chains, and in the sky, the silent struggle becomes more and more intense.

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The movement of the battlefield never stopped, and an unknown amount of time passed. The sky once again came to dominate the battlefield. This time, everyone felt as if the sea had been turned upside down.

No one has ever imagined that a war on the sea would have smoke covering the blue sky, but now, the monks of Wanjing Imperial City have seen it.

The majestic Wanjing Imperial City above the head, the emperor's domain that was originally contained within Wanjing and was known as the most beautiful imperial city, is now filled with rumbling smoke.

You can't see the female wall when you look up, and the city walls on the left and right edges are broken. Inside the city, countless buildings have collapsed, and black mist is eroding everything.

As the guardians of the huge imperial city, tens of millions of monks were killed by those black monsters, and behind them, more monks rushed to their deaths.

They are not afraid of death, even if the Yongyuan monster is only five million powerful.

The imperial city is no longer in their hands, and they cannot retreat.

In the sky, Emperor Wanjing burst out with all his strength because of the sudden force of the imperial city. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then a palm came out from the black mist and fell on his forehead.

Invisible waves spread between the emperor's forehead and the palm. Deep in the sky, the emptied star sea once again expanded its radius.

In the hands of the emperor, the stars are like fragile rocks shattered.

A crack erected between Wanjing Emperor's brows, directly making the emperor-level expert's soul go into a trance, but the Yongyuan Emperor-level palm did not stop because of this. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he burst out with a more powerful palm.

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A wisp of green clothes fell into the world, and in front of the even more terrifying palm with the power of the law, a beautiful figure appeared. The gauze swayed, and the sound of the piano was transmitted to the battlefields of the other nine imperial cities.

"Blue Silk Qin Emperor." Deep in the black mist, the emperor of Yongyuan spoke out the origin of the beautiful woman.

Invisible eyes fell on Wanjing City, "Sure enough, there is someone hiding there. You are in Wanjing City. Are there people in other imperial cities as well?"

The blue silk hair passed by his ears, and the sound of the piano echoed. The green silk emperor, who was forced to hide no longer because of the imperial city, had no intention of answering. The killing force of heaven and earth enveloped him while playing the piano.

"It's a pity. If you hadn't come, the first person in Emperor Luo would have been born under my hands..."

As if out of regret, the voice in the black mist lowered its tone.

But soon, he put away his regrets. The sky had already been shattered. Although this battle only severely damaged Wanjing, it was impossible for him to pursue the victory with the appearance of Qingsi Qin Emperor.
Chapter completed!