On the tenth day of the offensive and defensive battle of the Zhan Alliance, under the intense attention of all parties, the Demon Realm failed to persevere to the end and did not bring hope to those who had illusions. Millions of monsters encountered a comprehensive Waterloo in the northern part of the Zhan Alliance.
It was a complete failure from top to bottom.
After the Bailian Black Roc was captured alive, the Donghuang Mountain Golden War Beast 'Star Brahma Dragon Spider' was killed by Tigris, and the Wooden Qilin was trapped by the secret skills of Tang Shou, Tang Zang, and Tang Juan, the three great martial saints, and was captured by Ren
Celestial burial and soul extraction.
The three highest commanders of the three demon ridges were either dead or captured, which caused the already fragile demon domain governance system to collapse. More than four million beasts were either angry or frightened, and completely lost control. The huge demon beast groups fought on their own.
In order to escape, they stopped attacking. Especially the teams between different demon ridges completely lost their cooperation and reinforcements.
Ke Zunshan, Tang Zhibai, and Tang Yuanque each assumed the responsibility of commanding an area and firmly controlled their own war zones. They also used the powerful assault capabilities of the Thunder Wolf Giant Wolf Troops to divide the beast tides in their respective war zones into battle circles of varying sizes.
, carry out key strikes and divisional encirclement and suppression.
The alliance erupted with unprecedented enthusiasm and passion, and each wave of attacks became stronger and stronger.
The chaos of the beast tide is getting higher and higher. It can no longer form an effective unified command, and it becomes a mess from top to bottom.
This final riot lasted for a full five hours, until night fell on the 16th, and the alliance's offensive and defensive battle officially came to an end in desolation and blood!
The alliance launched a fierce attack and suppression regardless of losses, causing heavy casualties to their own side, but the results they received were equally brilliant.
Except for the million beast tides that divided into dozens and fled into the Gonggu Mountains, the remaining three million beast tides were all trapped, some died in battle, and some died in battle, which brought a sad end to the bloody melee in the northern battlefield.
But considering that there are still two million beasts wandering deep in the rainforest, and with these million beasts, the number is still very large. The Alliance has no time to rest, let alone taste the sweetness of victory, so the top management briefly met to discuss what to do.
make a direct decision.
After a short rest, the two million troops of the Demon Spirit Clan set out again to encircle and suppress the remaining forces in the Demon Realm. The War Alliance mobilized another one million active forces to launch a sweep against the Gonggu Mountains.
The more than one million reinforcements from the southeast naturally shouldered this glorious mission and cooperated with the War Alliance to encircle and suppress the deserters from the Demon Realm.
Mo Yansheng, Suni Beast, Granny Ma, Old Man Bai, and the four great masters of Kongwu moved to the battlefield of the Corpse Emperor, and joined forces with the Qitian Human Emperor to forcefully attack, moving the battlefield to the depths of the void.
The four major air warriors must cooperate with Human Emperor Qi Tian and borrow the power of the void to destroy the Corpse Emperor.
The Corpse Emperor clan has perished. They will never allow the Corpse Emperor to continue to survive. Otherwise, the Corpse Emperor will have no scruples after losing its own clan, and will be blinded by hatred and reason. It will become a major threat to the entire world, and it is possible to do anything.
He came out and even disobeyed the agreement that "the emperor will not kill the saint".
A war lasted for ten days. It was a ten-day period that was remembered by the world, and a ten-day period that caused a sensation in all directions. Natural disasters and human disasters destroyed hundreds of miles of beautiful mountains and rivers inside and outside the alliance into ruins. The northern area of Beast Mountain and the
The eastern region is even more broken and in disarray. The "sad ink" of these wars has completely smeared the alliance inside and out.
At the end of the war, the Demon Spirit Clan shouldered the heavy responsibility of pursuit, while the remaining allies fell in pieces.
Whether they were monsters or humans, many lay down on the spot.
They fell in the ruins, in a pile of corpses, and in the arms of their companions. They were tired, injured, and reached their limit. After the last surge of passion, their consciousness was spinning, and their whole bodies were numb and weak.
Even many high-level martial masters, semi-saints, and saints fell powerlessly at the moment of victory.
Some fell asleep due to exhaustion, some were in a coma due to pain, and some cried with joy, kneeling in the bloody cement, laughing hoarsely in the face of the heavy rain, and howling in tears in the fierce wind.
Ten days! Ten days of hell!
How many people died, and how many souls died.
All dead people are worthy of respect.
Those who survived did not have heavenly scrolls, and it was not a matter of luck.
Tang Yan sat slumped on the top of a mountain in the north. His face was pale and weak, and even his black hair was turning gray. His hands had lost consciousness due to constant beating of the scalp drum. He was skinny and yellow, skinny and bones, and had been drained of blood.
and spirit.
Although it borrows the power of hell, it is not its own power.
If you want to control the entire northern part of the field, it is extremely rare. The potential and energy of the squeeze can be imagined, not to mention the three days of sleepless and continuous swiping.
Tang Yan stood up shakily and walked to the edge of the cliff, teetering on the edge but standing firmly with his feet rooted.
He stared at the mountains, rivers and sky, at the endless devastation.
The sky and the earth are still dark, the wind is still roaring, the rain is still pouring, the thunder and dark clouds are still rolling, but the echoing wave of shouts of death is no longer there.
The battlefield, which had been boiling for ten days, fell into silence at this moment.
They were exhausted, exhausted, and had no strength to speak. They just wanted to embrace the joy of victory and have a good sleep.
"Thank you for your hard work." Tang Yan supported his weak body and slowly bent towards the north, paying tribute to the corpses in the ruins and the bloody water, and to the unconscious survivors. The alliance can win without
Anyone's efforts cannot be achieved without bravery and tenacity.
He grieves for the deceased and is proud of the deceased.
He is happy for the living and sad for the living.
Victory finally arrived at this moment, but no one, including Tang Yan, was as happy as expected, and no one was able to look forward to the glory of the future.
Tang Yan bent down in sadness, knelt down while bending down, and knelt down again... fell down weakly...
Niya appeared on the top of the mountain, leaning weakly, and gently hugged the unconscious Tang Yan. She used her remaining strength to warm his tired and dry body, and wiped the dirt on his face with a bright handkerchief.
Speechless, feeling sad in the silence; eyes slightly drooping, tired in the embrace.
The dead are desolate, but the living are lucky.
A fierce battle is a test of life and death.
Anyone can die, in any battle circle, at any time. Once he falls, the yin and the yang are separated, all the prosperity and all the emotions will come to an abrupt end. You can't even say goodbye to your loved ones, and you have no chance to do what you want in your life.
A review, a nostalgia.
Those who survived were given a new life.
Who can experience all kinds of feelings?
Niya held Tang Yan in her arms, softly and silently. Her thoughts were low, and her eyes seemed hazy. Her consciousness was hazy, but occasionally flashes of past scenes flashed through her. Everything in the past seemed blurry, but yet seemed so clear.
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It’s been a long time since we’ve talked to each other, and it’s been a long time since we’ve shown affection to each other. He was once a child, and it’s been a long time since he stayed in his arms and asked for a hug. Everything is changing, which is the price and burden of growing up.
The sky and the earth were dark, the wind was howling, and the rain was pouring, washing the mountains and rivers, washing them, but the world seemed so quiet. It had never been quiet in the past three to five years. It was clear that the sky and the ground were cold, but each other's embrace was so tender.
In silence, Zhu Guli picked up Zhaoyi and others, and returned to the devastated eastern battlefield and the ruins of mountains and rivers under heavy rain.
Zhaoyi held Yin Xiyue's tattered corpse in her arms, sitting slumped, in a daze, letting the rain pour down, washing herself, splashing mud, letting the strong wind stir up the wet hair, and letting the strong blood wash over her.
Wandering in a hazy world.
The three sisters have the most genuine and sincere relationship. From the ancient land of Canglan to the Dayan Mountains, then from the Central Plains to the Eternal Beast Mountain, and finally from the Qitian Continent to the Forsaken War Realm, they have accompanied each other all the way, and their true love for thousands of years has never been imagined.
We lost each other in the past, but at this moment, the yin and yang are separated.
Luo Hu was rarely quiet, and his whole body was scarred. He sat cross-legged on the top of the cliff, facing the lightning and thunder, looking at the hundreds of miles of ruins. The difficulty and cruelty of this battle had far exceeded the invasion battle of the Zombie Royal Family, which lasted as long as
Six days of passive defense caused too much tragedy and desolation.
That desolation, that tragedy, made people crazy during the war, and sad after the war.
Thousands of words were spoken, but only one sigh: "A lot of people died again."
Tiansi was scarred, weak and hurt. She lay in Zhao Zimo's arms, her delicate body trembling slightly in response to the coldness and pain. Her tired eyes were dim in the rain, and she looked absently at the battlefield full of corpses and blood.
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What remains in my mind for a long time is the bloody sky, ferocious faces, wielding butcher knives and cruel martial arts during the war. The most unforgettable thing is probably Xue Tianchen's self-destruction.
Before and after the self-destruction, Xue Tianchen's battlefield was not far away from her. The hysteria in the last quarter of an hour and the endless laughter and pride in the last self-exposure deeply touched her soul.
Tiansi and Xue Tianchen have been looking at each other for many years, but this is the first time they have looked at him head-on.
The indescribable feeling is just a desolate blockage in my heart.
"It's all over, it's over." Zhao Zimo gently smoothed her wet long hair and held her trembling body in his arms, but he didn't feel sad and sentimental.
Several times, I was snatched alive by Kongwu from the enemy's butcher knife. Without their rescue, I would have been a cold corpse, lying desolately in the mud and blood, accepting the wash of the heavy rain, and accepting the love of my brothers.
The sentimentality of relatives and friends.
I have experienced many lives and deaths, but never as unforgettable as this one.
Not only because of my own life and death struggle, but also the self-destruction and tragedy of thousands of acquaintances, which are engraved in my heart, refreshing in my eyes, and burned into my soul again and again.