"Crack!" The blood-red thunder fell from the sky, tearing the figure that was the first to approach Nangong Yue, and a strong light leaked out from the sky, shining on the crystals transformed by Nangong Yue.

The torn figures twisted, folded, and gathered again in the air. This person was the girl in colorful clouds. After her resurrection, she remained imposing and looked up at the sky.

Behind the clouds, there was a man standing, he and Nangong Yuechang looked like long ago, but behind him, four pairs of wings were pitch black as ink, and the huge god of death sickle danced in his hands, with a strange beauty. Blood-red lightning jumped along his hands on the sickle, carrying colorful streaming light. As the light flashed, a trace of flame could be seen tearing the space to pieces.

The four of them quickly retreated, and the man in the clouds made them feel irresistible, as if they were facing their master.

"It's a little better than I thought. Although it's a little late, it just happened to catch up." The man standing in the clouds waved his hand, and the crystal stone transformed by Nangong Yue was put away by him. He drew a crack in space out of thin air and disappeared.

"Who is that person? Why is it so terrible? I don't remember that in addition to the ancestor of the Feather Clan, there are such strong people." The sick young man asked.

"Not long ago, two powerful feather tribes succeeded in proof of the priest, and that person might be one of them." The young man with ice-blue hair thought for a moment and said.

"Then, we can't have any more ideas." The young man with red hair said unwillingly.

The girl in the colorful clouds did not speak, but stared hard at the direction where the man disappeared...

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong..." The huge bell came from afar, and it resounded in every corner of the continent. It was the big bell standing in front of the mountain gate of the Four Saints Palace. It had not ringed for thousands of years because it was a signal of the national war!

All of this was just three days after Nangong Yue was taken away, all the soul-level powerhouses on the continent gathered by the messengers of the Four Holy Palace. They took out all the inventory of all the forces and countries, and gave the earth center to the strong men at the peak of the ninth level of physical body, giving birth to the soul-level powerhouses. They even recalled the strong men stationed in another world, just to incorporate them into the army. Such an army has never appeared on the entire continent. They are all composed of soul-level powerhouses, and their power is enough to sweep away everything they see!

The fifteen people who were known as the strongest also appeared. They divided the army into fifteen teams, and the fifteen people were managed separately. The Stork also walked out of the research room. All the people he led were strong people in space. They formed a huge spiritual array above the Four Saints Palaces. The Stork was the array eye and flowed all his spiritual power in a specific way. The Stork activated the power of the spiritual array.

"We only have one chance! No mistakes are allowed! This battle will be won!" The old stork shouted excitedly. He pointed to the sky, and a huge black hand condensed out of thin air. There was also a huge blood-red eyeball in its palm. The eyeball seemed to be able to penetrate everything including time and space. It roughly tore a crack in the air and rushed out.

"It's it! Grab it for me!" The Stork boss shouted and took action angrily. Countless fine runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the strange hand. The strange hand grabbed something tightly. It was constantly shaking, but it never let go.
Chapter completed!