The loud rumbling sound echoed in the World Tree, and countless smoke-filled wars eroded the earth wantonly. The top of the World Tree continued to fall with broken building rubble, showing how fierce the battle was.
Compared to the fight at the top of the World Tree, the battle on the eighth floor can only be described as brutal. It is a land stained with blood. Around the divided World Tree, the buildings have been completely destroyed, and the smoke is everywhere. Thick smoke filled the ruins, and no one could even be seen.
But if you look closely, you will find that the ground is filled with dense corpses. Their bodies have been smashed, dismembered, or blown up by bombs. Their limbs and arms are broken, and the place is dyed red with blood.
Seven to eight hundred divine soldiers and hundreds of divine soldier captains, including ordinary divine generals, all suffered varying degrees of damage. Originally there were eight hundred warriors here, but at first glance, it was extremely desolate, with almost no soldiers. One who can stand up
However, in the smoke on the other side, there were vague sounds of fighting, rumbling explosions and flashes of swords and swords constantly passing by. There were still a full 500 magic soldiers left. Xia Yu was not a god, and he had not reached the level where he could be alone. With his own strength against thousands of people, he can only use his ultimate strength to ensure that he will not die under the siege of so many people. This is no longer easy.
The consumption of superpowers and resentment at the same time is too much for the body, but there are still more than 500 enemies. He must not fall. Each person has a knife, standing under a building. Under the building, they are gnashing their teeth and fighting for their lives. In the battle of the Nine Masters,
Black resentment wrapped around his body, and with just the black knife in his hand, he blocked the way of hundreds of people. Moreover, under Xia Yu's knife, there were already three hundred souls of the gods at this moment. Xia Yu could even feel the abnormality of today's incompatibility. Excited, it is bloodthirsty, killing the gods seems to be an exciting thing for the world.
However, the feeling of irreconcilability is torture for Xia Yu. He has not yet become a demon. Without demon blood, he can only rely on human flesh and blood to resist the power of resentment. The battle has lasted for half an hour, and his body is almost We have reached our limit. If we continue like this, we will lose our combat power before all the enemies are wiped out.
Breathing heavily, Xia Yu tried his best to prevent the enemy from discovering his weakness. The black aura was very strong and could surround Xia Yu in it, which made it difficult for them to discover. Since the resentment upgrade, Xia Yu has been able to use it easily Resentment has shattered this terrifying power. The improvement of physical ability and attribute ability allows him to use it more times, but obviously, he has reached a limit now.
The situation of the Ninth Master is also very bad. This boy seems to have not fought for such a long time, and he is exhausted physically and mentally. It is not that the enemies this time are too strong, but there are too many. It is indeed difficult for three people to complete the task.
If it were Zangtian's ability, there might be a chance to save him. Although the Ninth Leader was very good, he was unfortunately too young and lacked strength. The evil sunset was not here, so he could only support the overall situation by himself.
Once you fall down, you may never stand up again. No matter what, you have to hold on. Xia Yu now uses his own life to complete this task. However, he is still an ordinary profession and has just dropped a level, so he is not afraid.
"Resentment shattered,,."
The magic soldiers who wanted to rush forward were almost frightened by Xia Yu's resentment. They even felt a little frightened when they saw him raising his sword. Hundreds of magic soldiers wanted to rush forward but hesitated. Obviously he was only one person, but Why, stopped their army of hundreds of people,,
There was hesitation in the eyes of the magic soldiers. Xia Yu would not wait for them in his current state. With resentment possessed, spending one more second would be a ruthless torture for him. If they did not take action, it did not mean that Xia Yu will wait,
Surrounded by black resentment, he is like a ferocious beast with unparalleled power. The powers in his silver eyes are constantly released. Chaos and disguise can buy him a lot of time, and he has no worries about mental problems at all. In this state Okay, it's strange that it was backlashed.
In the black mist, only his eyes and knife were so terrifying,
"Madman, devil, this bastard is a devil,,." A divine soldier who was split in half by Xia Yu let out a horrifying scream, which became his last quatrain before his death,
"Demon, maybe, it will be real." Power, Xia Yu's heart is longing for an endless stream of power, and the power brought to him by the possession of resentment makes him deeply understand that in this sky, crouching tigers, hidden dragons, Xia Yu Yu may one day become the devil's spokesperson after all,
"Red Lotus Hell Fire," the flames in his hands merged. Under the black resentment, Xia Yu actually emitted black and red flames, and immediately attacked the magic soldiers. Hundreds of magic soldiers were hit, and it was terrible to see. The raging flames will They are surrounded,
Master Jiu on the roof was exhausted, but for some reason, he saw Xia Yu's struggling figure standing up again and again, constantly using power beyond the limit to continue to release missiles, and even the missile's stamina, could let him get hurt
After another half hour of fighting, the magic soldiers once again died more than a hundred people, which was much less than the previous hundreds, because Xia Yu and the others needed to recover their physical strength and hunger, and an hour of resentment possessed them. , Xia Yu may have already reached his limit,
"Kill, kill, kill." God General's eyes turned red and he rushed towards Xia Yu. Xia Yu subconsciously used his resentment to crush, but at the moment when it condensed, his resentment suddenly collapsed. Not only did he fail to defeat the enemy, he even vomited at his mouth. Blood, the god general stepped forward with a sword, Xia Yu gritted his teeth, quickly dodged, his eyes stern, and a flame condensed, but at that moment, Xia Yu's heart beat violently, and the severe pain from the nerves in his eyes almost made him almost dizzy,
His body was swaying. At this moment, he was being swallowed up by resentment. His silver pupils had also returned to their original color, even darker than ordinary pupils. That was a sign of overuse.
"He is dying. If we persist, we will be the victors." Seeing half of their companions dead and injured, the magic soldiers gritted their teeth and persisted. Xia Yu was dying, and the scale of victory was tilted towards them.
"Brother Yu,..." The Ninth Master was already dead. If it weren't for Xia Yu, he would have given up fighting. Seeing that Xia Yu couldn't hold on any longer, the Ninth Master's worry finally spread.
Xia Yu was indeed dying. He unsheathed his sword forcibly and his powers disappeared. He could only watch helplessly as the wolf-like divine soldiers rushed towards him. What was waiting for him might be a game. second death in