Chapter 903 The Lord of the Resurgent Natural Disaster
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"More than a dozen!"
Waves of voices came from the fog in front of them, with an inexplicable fear and deep shock in their voices.
Then, a violent breath came out from it, violent and turbulent, making people feel terrified.
The breath of the law is throbbing, and in an instant it communicates with the power of authority that exists in the dark. It unfolds, as if the gods are beginning to descend, showing their majesty at this moment.
The next moment, under the astonished gaze of the Crimson Lord, the Lords of Natural Disaster rushed out.
Compared with when they rushed into the fog before, they looked extremely embarrassed at this moment, with wounds all over their bodies. There were regular textures and auras showing in them, entwined with other sacred auras, destroying their bodies.
The two natural disaster lords who were at the front looked even more miserable. At this moment, most of their bodies were broken, and the sacred blood all over their bodies was flowing as if they were free. This way, I'm afraid they have hurt their origins.
Looking at their miserable situation, the Crimson Lord couldn't help but be stunned.
What's going on?
Are there other gods lurking in that mist?
It shouldn't be.
The consciousness of the natural disaster world has not been alarmed, which shows that even if there are saints entering that world, at most they are some incarnations, and the real body should not have truly entered this place.
But if they were just incarnations, how could they be beaten like this?
The Lord of Natural Disasters is not weak in strength. With the blessing of the world consciousness of the Natural Disaster World, even if he is alone, it would probably take four or five sacred incarnations to be able to compete with him, and it may not even be enough.
How did such strength come to be beaten like this?
A doubt arose in the heart of the Crimson Lord, and at this time, even the movements of his hands could not help but slow down a bit.
The next moment, a mist gradually began to blow.
As if feeling something, the power of the natural disaster world began to exert force, and wisps of world power slowly descended, slowly expelling the power of the gods' world.
The fog that was originally shrouded by the power of the world began to gradually dissipate, revealing its original appearance.
Wisps of sacred aura slowly came out and began to ripple in the world in front of you.
The place in front of me began to bloom with bursts of brilliance, and the aura belonging to the divine existence continued to bloom.
Rays of light began to rise into the sky, each representing a divine being.
The Crimson Lord was immediately stunned.
She looked at the scene in front of her. At this moment, even an eighth-level saint couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't react at all.
I saw waves of ripples passing in front of me.
In a wilderness, a golden door to the world stands quietly, manifesting itself in it, blooming with a faint brilliance of the world.
And under the huge gate of the world, figures stood in it.
Those figures that were either indifferent, calm, or smiling were standing so calmly beside the gate of the world. At this moment, they were accompanied by the gaze of the Crimson Lord, and they were all watching directly.
And the number is not one or two, nor a dozen, but close to fifty.
Close to fifty saints!
If this number were revealed, it would probably be enough to frighten everyone's courage. Even those as powerful as the Crimson Lord could not help but be stunned at this moment, feeling a wave of deep malice coming over them.
A total of fifty saints.
This amount has never been seen by the Crimson Lord, let alone now, even during the ancient natural disaster world and the war between wizards.
At that time, the total number of saints in the Wizarding World and the Natural Disaster World might be a bit more than this, but at this moment, I am afraid that the combined number of saints in the two worlds cannot equal these fifty saints.
Moreover, this is not the department.
There are nearly fifty saints guarding the gate of the world. If we add those who took action before, there will be more than sixty saints.
More than sixty saints, what kind of number is this?
At least before this, the Crimson Lord never thought that one day she would be able to face such a large number of saints.
It's no wonder that the previous natural disaster masters looked horrified and ran away in defeat.
Two fists are no match for four hands!
A single deity from the world of gods may not be a match for the Lord of Natural Disasters, especially if he is an incarnation.
But what is in front of me here is not one or two people, but dozens of people of this level.
With this number, I'm afraid an eighth-level person will come, otherwise there will be no way to replace anyone.
Looking at this scene, the Red Lord had an unpleasant premonition in his heart.
Sure enough, at the next moment, the sacred incarnations surrounding the gate of the world below that had not taken action before began to move.
Pairs of eyes looked at the Crimson Lord and stared at him.
That kind of physical pressure made the Red Lord's heart skip a beat, and he felt an unprecedented sense of tension and excitement.
An uneasy premonition emerged in my mind, as if something bad was about to happen next.
The next moment, the uneasy premonition was completely realized.
But below, with pairs of eyes staring at each other, the incarnations of the gods began to take action in unison.
They were shrouded in terrifying power, and the aura of authority belonging to the divine existence began to appear, spreading outwards at this moment, straight into the sky.
Lines of substantial authority turned into chains, rushing outward crazily, and under the control of the gods' thoughts, rushed directly towards the Crimson Lord.
Then, a majestic light bloomed.
A wave of ripples continued to appear on the body of the Crimson Lord.
The realm belonging to the eighth level was shaken instantly. The red realm was constantly distorting at this moment. It seemed that it was unable to withstand the oppressive force at this moment and was about to collapse on its own.
Compared with the eighth level, the incarnations of the gods are still a bit weak, and theoretically speaking, they should not be able to do any damage to them.
But that's just normal.
At this moment, the number of incarnations of the gods taking action in front of them was too much, to the point where even an eighth-level being would feel numb and terrified.
The power of the red realm was constantly shaken, and at this moment it spontaneously began to distort, as if it was about to be unable to bear it, and it was only the last bit away from complete collapse.
At this moment, a deadly murderous intention began to overflow, and the aura of death gradually spread.
The Crimson Lord raised his head and looked outside.
Not far away, a silver long sword was swung out, and it was slashing down directly towards the Crimson Lord.
This sword contains the pure power of death, and it also contains the terrifying power of killing. It is the terrifying power condensed by the two powers of death and killing. It explodes at this moment and is suppressed with a crash.
Yinhua, the killing sword!
The pure killing power is overflowing, and the power belonging to the killing authority is boiling. It is violent at this moment, faintly condensed into countless phantoms, and then gathered into one point, suddenly chopped down.
Bang!!
A faint crisp sound slowly came out.
The Crimson Lord was a little shocked and looked up.
Around him, a slight shattering sound continued to sound, and the red domain power began to break.
A sharp silver sword light penetrated everything, slashed down in an instant, and pierced directly through her chest.
It truly broke through her realm and penetrated her body of laws.
The crimson blood began to trickle, and divine flowers emerged from it, gradually erupting and going outward.
This is crimson blood. Every drop of it flowing out is enough to destroy a world, turning an originally intact world into nothingness and burning all life in it.
The red blood continued to drip, and the body of the Red Lord began to retreat.
After being penetrated by the God of Death's sword into the body of law, her face looked a little bad, but the aura on her body was not too damaged.
The blow just now seemed to be only a minor injury to him.
No wonder.
The power of the incarnation of the God of Death is limited after all. Being able to penetrate the body of the Crimson Lord and inflict damage to him is already pretty good, but it is unrealistic to seriously injure him with a direct blow.
Even if he were to change into his true form, it would not be easy to defeat him if he were to face the crimson lord in front of him, not to mention that he was still an incarnation at this moment.
But even so, in front of him, the face of the Crimson Lord was very difficult.
She looked at the God of Death in front of her, and then at the densely packed incarnations of the gods below, her face was extremely pale at this moment.
As the Lord of Natural Disasters who has conquered countless worlds for countless years, the Crimson Lord knows that this time the world of natural disasters is in great trouble.
The strength of this strange world in front of us is unprecedentedly powerful. There are more than 60 holy beings alone.
This number far exceeds the sacred number in the natural disaster world at the moment, and is more than twice that of the natural disaster world.
At this moment, they are still coming in their incarnations, so they haven't made many big moves yet, but once their true bodies start to come, they will definitely create an endless storm.
At that time, the natural disaster world will be in an extremely dangerous situation.
More than sixty saints were wreaking havoc in the natural disaster world. This scene was almost unimaginable to the Red Lord.
Especially when there are three eighth-level saints among these more than sixty saints.
At this thought, the Crimson Lord's face turned pale and he slowly turned around.
"Why don't you come out quickly!"
Her face was livid, and she spoke slowly at this moment, calling into the distance, "If we don't come out again, we will all finish playing when these sacred true bodies are transmitted over!"
The faint voice fell in the void, resounding throughout the natural disaster world, causing little ripples.
Then at the end of the natural disaster world, a pair of eyes seemed to be slowly opening.
As the auras of the gods are exposed, the consciousness of the natural disaster world is gradually recovering, awakening a group of natural disaster lords who were originally deeply asleep.
When the world of natural disasters encountered crisis and suffered unprecedented dangers, these lords of natural disasters finally began to recover.