They formed a small team and forced their way into the alliance through the gaps in the formation. They seemed successful, but in fact they paid a heavy price.
Often, out of a team of more than a dozen demons, only one may successfully break into the alliance, while the others will turn into ashes under the light of destruction.
This is pretty good.
Many small teams were wiped out and died in vain.
The monsters that break in will be immediately besieged by the monks, and at least half of them will be mercilessly killed without any effect.
To kill a monk, it often costs the lives of dozens or even more demons.
However, the number of demons is too great, far more than that of the alliance monks. Therefore, even if the battle loss ratio reaches an astonishing dozens to one, the demons are still flowing in an endless stream, and they are killing more and more, seemingly endlessly.
Moreover, under the control of the Yutong clan, the demons can't help themselves. They are all like robots, cold-blooded and fearless of death. No matter how seriously injured they are, as long as they have the last bit of strength, they will fight to the end.
This was an important reason for the heavy casualties among the monks.
Alliance monks are not controlled and have various weak emotions. If they encounter so many monsters on a daily basis and are not afraid of death at all, they will easily collapse and let the monsters slaughter them.
But this is not normal. Every monk knows that if they collapse and fail, then the alliance will be over, the formation will be over, and the entire Southern Realm will be over! If they fail, not only will they die, but their relatives and friends will be trampled into pieces.
Blood mud.
So I would rather die than be defeated.
You must hold on! The most important thing is that whether it is time or the overall situation, the advantage lies with the alliance. As long as they can persist for a certain period of time, the alliance will definitely win.
It is precisely because of this hope that the monks can fight bloody battles with countless ruthless demons who are not afraid of death and fight to the end.
Time passed minute by minute.
But no one noticed the time.
All the monks put their energy and attention into the desperate battle with the demons.
As the monsters invade more and more, they become stronger and stronger, and the battle becomes more intense.
It has completely entered a white-hot stage.
There are roars and screams everywhere, collisions of supernatural powers and abilities everywhere, bursts of colorful light everywhere, energy everywhere, blood and minced meat everywhere... Every inch of space is full of blood, and every cup of hot earth is full of blood.
Soul! Kill kill kill kill kill! The inside of the formation has completely turned into a terrifying hell killing field.
Blood is the only tone.
In addition to the formation patterns, the buildings of the alliance were also continuously collapsed by various magical powers, then shattered, and then continued to be shattered by more power, and finally turned into fine sand all over the sky, like a whirlwind, floating and echoing throughout the space.
at.
One hour, two hours, three hours... In the blink of an eye, more than ten hours passed.
The number of monsters trying to break through has continued to increase, and the monsters' strength has become stronger than before.
They are cold, they are ruthless, they are not afraid of life and death, the more they kill, the more powerful they become, the more they kill, the more they move forward... It is like an unparalleled sword, pointing straight to the heart, there is no way to avoid it,
It's unstoppable, and it's like the deepest nightmare, pressing down on you, strangling your throat, making you breathless.
Even though the alliance monks were not afraid of death and fought desperately, they were still forced to retreat by the demons, and their advantage was gone.
Many monks, after long-term and high-intensity battles, even if they continue to use spiritual stones to restore their mana and swallow spiritual pills to heal their wounds and restore their breath, they still reach the point where they are exhausted and exhausted.
Some monks were beating and beating, but suddenly they fell to the ground and made no sound.
Not only did they consume all their mana and physical strength, but they also burned golden elixirs, burned lives, burned everything, and fought the monsters until the last moment.
What's even more tragic is that some monks tried their best, but they couldn't resist the demon's attack anyway, so they simply blew up their golden elixir or soul, and perished with the demons.
Boom, boom... the sounds of flesh and blood exploding one after another, forming bloody fireworks all over the sky, extremely tragic and shocking.
"Father!"
"brother!"
"elder sister!"
"Friends!"
... There are often hoarse and tragic sounds, which soon turn into earth-shattering explosions, and then return to calm.
More monks were torn to pieces by powerful monsters before they could do anything, or were beaten to pieces by their innate magical powers, leaving no intact corpses intact.
A thick layer of blood mud was spread on the ground, and the shape of the stumps and minced meat could no longer be seen. It had been shaken by countless aftermaths and trampled back and forth, and it had long turned into a black and red, dirty mud.
Countless monks whose names are unknown are part of them.
They all have their own names, their own lives, their own Tao, and their own unique ideals! They have parents, brothers and sisters, relatives, friends, and loving Taoists! They also have heroic hearts.
, longing for the great road, struggling to climb on the road to immortality, hoping to overcome the calamity and ascend, and become a free and unrestrained immortal.
They also want to fight with iron horses, wear white clothes with long swords, and rebuke Fang Qiu to lead the present.
They also want to become a generation of geniuses, stand on the highest stage in the world, become the absolute center of the stage, enjoy the hottest eyes of everyone in the world, be proud of themselves, and look down upon the world.
But at this moment, they have nothing.
The mark they left on this world is just a pile of filthy meat that is extremely smelly and makes people vomit! But no one regrets it! I am broken into pieces today, like dung, in order to let the people I love, the people who love me,
My relatives, my blood, my race... can become what I once longed for.
In this way, even if I become a ball of filthy meat, what regrets do I have! Even though I died nine times, I have no regrets! Kill! Kill! Kill! The monks burst out with amazing energy and resilience, facing the endless fierce and fearless
The dead demon used his life and blood to guard the alliance's defense line.
"Burn my body in blazing fire!"
"How joyful it is to live, and how miserable it is to die!"
"For the sake of good and evil, for the sake of light!"
"Joy and sorrow all return to dust!"
"Have mercy on my people, for they are full of sorrows!"
...Amid the endless fighting and explosions, someone unknown sang a war song full of desolation and tragedy.
The voice is powerful and low, with an air of endless sadness, but also full of grandeur and fierceness. Although the vocal accompaniment is, at this moment, under this scene and this atmosphere, it fits perfectly, making people's heart beat like a drum, and the blood is rushing and the blood is boiling.
Inspire endless love, hate and fire.
At first there was only one voice singing, but gradually, monks joined in, and then more and more.
In a moment, the singing has turned into a wave that swept through the alliance. Even though it was uneven and the tones were diverse, it was integrated into one, bursting out with a strong and fiery artistic conception.