In the battle of life and death, Yu Du has always been on the side of China.
Mr. Chonghua and Di Ming fought against the Ancestor of the Corpse together, Mr. Wanhuo challenged the Sun God, and the remaining two purple-clothed high priests also restrained the other eleven main gods of the Ghost Kingdom.
In the previous battle, Mr. Wan Huo almost died under the Soul Burning Fire.
As remnants of the previous era, there is actually no need for Yudu to continue fighting with the Ancestor of the Corpse. With their strength, even if the Ancestor of the Corpse wins, there will still be a place for them to survive in the future.
But neither Mr. Chonghua nor Mr. Wanhuo joined the war without hesitation.
Mr. Chonghua was even injured, and he still doesn’t know where he went.
Seeing the flames rising, Mr. Wan Huo had appeared in front of everyone. He bowed down to salute Commander Di Ming solemnly and said loudly: "Commander Di Ming, I am here on behalf of the capital of Yu."
Commander Di Ming returned the gift: "Central China will always remember Yu Du's contribution. If this battle can be won, I will let all living people in the world know how Yu Du fought for their survival."
Mr. Wan Huo looked gloomy and said: "Unfortunately, our strength is limited, and this is all we can do."
Commander Di Ming said seriously: "That's enough! How is Mr. Chonghua doing now?"
Mr. Wan Huo replied: "The Emperor is injured. He asked me to tell the commander-in-chief that he may not be able to participate directly in the next war."
"But if the commander-in-chief wants to counterattack the Ten Thousand Demons' Pit, we can still provide some help."
When they heard that Mr. Chonghua could no longer participate in the war, the expressions of everyone present changed.
As far as we know so far, Mr. Chonghua is the strongest person second only to the Ancestor of the Corpse. If he still has the ability to fight, the winning rate of this war will be higher.
But now Mr. Chonghua can no longer go to the battlefield. Is he afraid of being beaten by the ancestor of corpses, or is he really injured at all?
Commander Di Ming said: "Mr. Chonghua was injured because of me, Zhongtu. For this, Zhongtu will be grateful. If there is anything needed, Zhongtu will do its best and do its best."
Mr. Wan Huo looked gloomy: "My God, he doesn't need anything from China. The injuries he suffered cannot be treated by ordinary people. Commander Di Ming, if you are still alive after this battle, maybe you can give him
The old man could use a little help."
"But now, the war is still important!"
My heart moved slightly, and I already understood what was going on.
In a sense, Mr. Chonghua is more similar to Di Ming. One is the successor to the national destiny of the Dayu Dynasty six thousand years ago, and the person the ancestor of the corpse must kill.
One is the successor to the current fate of the country in Middle-earth, and is also the current biggest enemy of the Corpse Ancestor.
The two of them are truly the same kind of people.
If Di Ming survives, Mr. Chonghua's injuries may only be cured by himself.
Di Ming said in a deep voice: "As long as Di Ming survives, he will definitely go to Yu Capital!"
Mr. Wan Huo clasped his fists at Di Ming and said, "In that case, I'd like to thank Commander Di Ming for it. It's not a waste of the Emperor's hard work."
"At dawn, the emperor will disturb the yin and yang. At that time, the sun will rise again, and the yang energy will spread all over the battlefield. The exorcism corps of Middle-earth will exert its maximum combat effectiveness."
"This is the last help we Yudu can provide. Commander Di Ming, if you can win, Yudu will open the door and congratulate the living people on their victory."
"If you lose, Yu will flee into the mountains and never appear in this world again. Unless one day the Great Light Era returns, Yu will appear again."
After he finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to Commander Di Ming, and then nodded to all the exorcists present.
"I, Mr. Wan Huo, on behalf of Yudu, I wish you all good luck in martial arts and a battle to determine the outcome!"
Everyone was infected by his emotions, raised their hands to salute, and shouted in unison: "We will do our best! If we cannot win this battle, the battlefield will be stained with blood!"
Mr. Wan Huo glanced at everyone's faces one by one, then nodded and turned away without hesitation.
His departure means that Middle-earth no longer has the support of experts. From now on, everything needs to be cut out with the rune sword in our hands, and it needs to be poured out with our blood.
If you don’t win, you will die!
At dawn, the attack formations of various ministries were already in place. In the first echelon, there were gathered the top powerhouses such as Commander Di Ming, the four brothers of Yin Yang Shop, Chen Wuye, Zhang Sanling, He Weidao and so on.
There are also Miley, God Emperor, Babis, Chike, Beihai Little Saint, Sword Bearer, etc. from the West.
In addition, Shui Wuse, Jiang Shaoyang who guarded Shanhaiguan Pass, Mr. Jiang who guarded Jiayuguan Pass, Taoist Priest Wumei, and Temu'er who guarded Tianshan Defense Area also led the army's masters to arrive at the battlefield ahead of time.
Now everyone knows that the outcome of the Badaling War Zone is related to the situation of the entire battlefield. If Badaling wins, the evil spirits in the other war zones will defeat themselves.
If the Badaling War Zone is defeated and the demonic flames become arrogant, the legions guarding various places will also be divided and fall into a situation of fighting alone.
Commander Di Ming stood on a raised cliff, his waist straight, like a spear piercing the sky.
He glanced over and saw that the first echelon of exorcism masters were all tidying up and placing their weapons where they were most convenient.
Everyone's eyes were firm and calm. Although they knew that the death rate in this battle was extremely high, no matter who it was, there was never any fear in their eyes.
In the second echelon, the helicopters have been warmed up and are ready to take off at any time. Zhang Shaoyang's face is full of determination, standing in a position where all helicopters can see it, representing his perseverance.
Zhang Guixi discarded the rune saber in his hand, and instead raised the exorcism war flag as big as a bowl with both hands. The flag was flying and blood red in color. As long as he did not die, the flag would not fall down.
Even if he dies, someone will follow him and continue to carry the exorcism battle flag.
The men he leads are the largest number of exorcist warriors and the backbone of all Middle-earth forces.
Zheng Kexiu and the ghost men were silent, but behind them, there were gloomy clouds and mist shrouded in mist. It was unknown how many ghost men and evil spirits from the ghost country were hiding among them.
As soon as the attack is launched, they will immediately escape underground to prevent the opponent's ghost from outflanking them from underground.
The entire Exorcist Corps has been mobilized, and every hero in the army is gearing up, fiddling with the weapons in their hands, preparing for the final fight.
Their eyes were focused on the straight figure on the cliff, waiting for the sun to rise from the east and all the exorcists in Middle-earth to attack.