At night, the war does not distinguish between day and night, and the fighting continues.
In addition to the monks who rushed in at the beginning, even the countless individual monks who came in from behind also began to join in the fight. Everyone understood the truth that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.
This is not an incomprehensible truth. Everyone knows that if we just sit back and do nothing, and do not kill one wave after another, it will be everyone's fate.
Therefore, taking decisive action will bring huge trouble to the big forces of Chaos. For them, the individual cultivators in front of them are just a trivial matter. The real war will begin when they start fighting each other tomorrow or in a few days.
Too much effort is being expended here, and the gains are really not worth the losses, so I decisively choose to stop the loss.
At first, I tried to hold back my strength to avoid too much damage if I pushed too hard, but once I did this, and everyone thought so, it really gave me a chance to practice casually.
Approximately thousands of casual cultivators had already entered the mountain peak where the treasure was located, no more than a hundred miles away. Seeing the treasure being put into their arms, they couldn't help but start to get excited.
Whether it was the Dark King or the Archangel and other masters, their faces were ashen, and things were a bit unexpected.
They immediately took action and chose to erase part of it. Unexpectedly, there was actually a master hidden in it, which was beyond their imagination. At this moment, he had landed on the mountain.
There was a loud bang, and the mountain peak seemed to be separated from the middle. A huge black hole appeared in people's sight, and then a ray of white-gold light emerged from inside.
What followed was the feeling from before, which was undoubtedly stronger, and some of it was correct.
The master disappeared directly into the golden light, and then only heard a scream, and a white skeleton was thrown out of it, hitting the ground heavily.
There were other casual cultivators who rushed over, and they all stopped in their tracks, their eyes full of surprise.
I don't know if it's the formation of the treasure, or if there's some powerful protector, or maybe it's someone like the Dark King who can create similar effects with all his strength.
They stopped, but the enemies behind them did not. Three strikes, five divided by two, killed these strong men.
The remaining casual cultivators retreated back one after another. It seemed that it was not a cost-effective thing for him and others to rush in and become cannon fodder. They should leave the first group to the members of the Chaos Organization.
With the retreat of the casual cultivators, most of their numbers have been lost. The quality and courage of the remaining cultivators are not as good as those who were sacrificed. Even if the opportunity does arise, they may not have the courage to go up.
Under this situation, the major forces of the Chaos Organization each occupied a direction and firmly surrounded the mountain peak.
However, no one took action, because if they took the lead at this time, they might become a collective target. Even powerful people like the Star Temple or Feiyu City had no such idea.
Before everyone could come up with a conclusion after deliberation, there was another vibration on the ground, as if some powerful being was turning over.
A somewhat unfamiliar broken flag appeared in people's sight. Sun Xu, who vaguely understood something, immediately burst into tears and was filled with emotion.
Sure enough, what came out next was a big bone-white hand, very big, half a meter in size.
Throughout the Lord God's Eye, countless bones died in battle, appearing on this land like a torrent, and the number was increasing.
In fact, it's not just here, it's everywhere on the battlefield of the gods. All the monks who didn't come home in time are now fighting countless monks.
It goes without saying that he sacrificed his life and forgot about death, as if he was deliberately looking for death. No one in the entire plane knows how many masters are buried. No one knows.
Even though their strength has dropped significantly compared to what they used to be, they are still a very powerful force.
This is the situation now. At first, humans or living beings tried to suppress these undead warriors, but they soon found that it was useless and the price to be paid was too high.
Immediately, many forces chose to evacuate. They really couldn't stand it.
For a big force like the Dark King, even if all the soldiers in its hands are dealt with and exhausted, the entire force will still recover quickly. As long as there are no major changes, there will not be any big difficulties.
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On the contrary, if a small force comes to such an extent once, it is likely that it will be destroyed directly, and there will be no chance of survival, let alone the future.
Therefore, those who have some foresight should be prepared to fight while retreating, and evacuate first.
It was too late, and even if they wanted to leave, the powerful undead crawled out from the ground under the guidance of flags and continued to attack the enemy.
This is something they failed to do hundreds of millions of years ago, and they are still doing it now.
While a large number of demons, death knights, angels and fallen angels, star gods, and humans were killed, the number of undead warriors was also decreasing rapidly, but it was obvious that they were not here.
A large number of souls go straight to the endless hell, where they will complete rebirth in a short time and find their former selves. The end of the endless hell is the light of rebirth.
Throughout the battlefield of the gods, there were battles everywhere. The undead sacrificed their lives and launched rounds of attacks on the cities and camps. Even places like the Dark City were attacked by a large number of undead.
Guided by the broken flags, these undead people seemed to want to die more than they wanted to kill the enemy.
Some targets that they know cannot be attacked are still risking their lives to attack them. If the current pace continues, it won't be long before the battlefield of the gods will no longer have these terrifying existences.
Of course, if you want to completely destroy them, the practitioners of the entire battlefield of gods will have to pay a huge price.
In the cemetery, the Dark King looked at the tall skeleton not far away, which was more than thirty meters tall and still looked like a human being. It was holding a flagpole with one hand, and only the cloth strips were left on the flag.
The kind of pressure brought to the Dark King made him feel a little frightened. He had been dead for who knows how many years, but he still maintained such a strong power.
The two sides had just exchanged a few moves, and it was a completely 50-50 situation. It was difficult to tell the winner at once.
The gray mist between heaven and earth became thicker and thicker.
It is becoming more and more difficult to communicate with each other, and wars have become more unpredictable. It is certain that this gray mist is good for the skeletons and undead.