Biyesi flew up and let out a roar unique to the dragon clan. Her body and the surrounding space were completely submerged in the dark world opened by Ziying's sword.
Outside this darkness, the tenacious struggle of all life and the light of the world itself have become meaningless illusions. The sword has brought darkness to the world, torn apart the disguise of light, and restored the entire world.
The ultimate darkness and the nothingness after death.
No one could see clearly, because the sight and perception of all creatures could not penetrate the thick black fog, and the dragon-shaped elf's extremely powerful body fell heavily to the ground.
Beyesi fell again.
The elf with the most abundant vitality is so proud and tenacious. She struggles to stand up and rejoin the battle, but her strength is exhausted.
Even the fullest vitality and the most tenacious spirit will eventually run out, and all of Biyesi's physical and mental energy has been exhausted.
With a soft "chi" sound, the dragon scales on Biyesi's body had cracked, and bright red blood splashed along the cracks like an underground fountain, like a cloud of blood-colored mist.
The blood is not flowing, but splattering. Along with the blood lines, the vitality of dragons and elves is also gushing out of the body.
The most powerful creature and the most indestructible body in the world has been easily broken by Douglas.
The sword was raised again, but his eyes were still silent and empty. In the next moment, the so-called most powerful person would be completely destroyed in the battle.
The tenacious dragon-shaped elf didn't care about the blood that had already stained his body red. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grasped the blade of the sword.
The bright red blood with a golden halo suddenly turned into a waterfall, flowing from the palm to the elbow and splashing on the ground.
With the passage of blood, the vitality of the dragon-shaped elf has been reduced to a very dangerous level. Even the golden dragon scales have lost their dazzling luster and become extremely dim.
Falling off the body.
Biyesi's handsome face is turning from pale to dark, which is a sign of being eroded by the black breath of death.
Being able to fight Douglas has already exceeded Biyesi's limit. If she can still block it after collapse, she is fighting with the life of the elf and the dragon!
This is a desperate effort!
Because the injuries were so serious that the powerful dragon-shaped elf no longer had the strength to cast even the lowest level of magic. All her vitality and mental strength had been drained, and she could only instinctively hold the blade of the sword with her palms.
There was no mercy in Douglas's eyes, because death is the most ruthless. The sword fell slowly, and the oppressive Beyesi also lowered.
Even though Biyesi's delicate and white palms were fused with the power of dragon claws and were harder than steel, they could not stop the black aura of death that surged to the limit on the sword.
The breath of death followed the injured palm, eroded into Biyesi's blood, and passed through the wrist to the elbow.
The strongest palm is slowly withering, like hay burned by fire, showing a charred black color.
Biyesi could clearly feel that the breath of death was invading her body along the wounds on her hands, causing her little remaining vitality to dissipate. She wanted to let out a roar, but she didn't even have the strength to shout.
Already.
She knew that death had come, and she fervently hoped to look back at her brother again. Unfortunately, this was already a very luxurious and unrealistic idea!
The completely withered arm was dissolved by the breath of death, and became ashes swept by the strong wind and quickly dissipated. Biyesi knew that her life had reached the last moment, and she tried her best to burst out the remaining vitality and shouted: "Brother——
"
In the final battle, it didn't matter victory or defeat, or even life or death. All the coalition forces had given up their unnecessary entanglements, and regardless of the undead army coming from all directions, they all rushed towards the King of the Undead.
Even if the number of the coalition forces is expanded a hundred times, even if their strength is a thousand times more powerful, to the King of the Undead, they are just clouds in front of him. This desperate posture of rushing forward regardless of them is just a kind of bloody bravery.
It's just a pointless act of suicide supported by it.
Because they were the closest, the first one to rush up was Liu Endeng, the only divine son of the elves, and Biyesi’s brother, Liu Endeng!
Liu Endeng was very aware of the huge disparity in strength between himself and Douglas, and he had no intention of making any attack at all.
A flying body flew onto Biyesi's body, using his own body to completely cover the smaller body. He tried his best to raise his head, looked up at the indifferent Douglas, and let out the most affectionate and passionate cry in his life: "I want to
I died with my sister, and if I want to kill Biyesi, I have to kill me first!"
The sword with the black aura is extremely slow, as slow as a tired snail, but it cannot be evaded or blocked, because the sword is only a manifestation of power, in fact, it is the boundless breath of death.
The breath of death has permeated the entire battlefield, where else can you hide?
Liu Yuanteng even clearly felt the coldness of the breath of death on the sword as it passed over his cheeks. He hugged the dying Biyesi tightly.
No matter what Beyesi has become, she will always be Beyesi, the most important life in Liu Endeng's life, a life that is more brilliant and precious than his life.
Liu Endeng has closed his eyes, waiting for death to come, waiting for it to dissipate like smoke into the boundless nothingness.
The strange thing is that the sword did not fall, nor did it bring Liu Endeng and Biyesi to the world of death.
"kill me……"
"kill me……"
This low and weak voice kept echoing in his ears. At first, Liu Endeng thought it was his own echo, but soon realized that it was not the case.
When Liu Yuanteng opened his eyes again, he found that the sword that could swallow all life was hanging three inches above his head. Douglas's face was still indifferent, but his movements of holding the sword were very strange, as if he was not trying to let the sword
Instead of falling, he tried his best to prevent the sword from continuing to fall.
This action was so difficult that Douglas had to hold the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and desperately lift the blade three inches away from Yanagi Endou's head.
"kill me!"
Liu Yuandeng finally heard it clearly. This was definitely not an echo, but came from Douglas, who had become the King of the Undead.
This voice is so weak, yet so clear, ringing in my ears like the echo of Liu Endeng...