Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The mountains exploded, the ancient city collapsed, and waves of terrifying soul storms swept down from the nine heavens, causing everything on the ground to be raging.

After a night of fierce fighting, the war finally entered a white-hot heat.

The Tiandou coalition was killed and injured, and there were so many sorrows that it could not resist the offensive of the undead army, and was about to be wiped out.

"Hehe, go to die, human devil!"

A skeleton general smiled grimly, and his sharp bone claws burst out the air, slamming Yu Tianheng's back hard. A bright red blood splashed out. Yu Tianheng screamed and fell heavily under an ancient tree, life and death were unknown.

"Tianheng!"

Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes were red, tears splashed, and he smashed the three or five skeleton soldiers blocking the front with one punch, and ran to Yu Tianheng's fainting position regardless of everything.

However, as soon as she ran to Yu Tianheng, she was pierced by a speeding bone spear and fell weakly beside Yu Tianheng.

"Yanzi, Tianheng, you will not die. I will help you with treatment now!"

Ye Lingling's pretty face was sad and her eyes were red. She quickly released the martial soul of Jiuxin Haitang, hoping to treat the seriously injured Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan, but Jiuxin Haitang had just been released, but the light was extremely dim. A faint milky white light rippled and suddenly disappeared.

She was stunned for a moment, looking at Jiuxin Haitang who disappeared in her palm, and a trace of despair appeared in her pretty face. After so long battle, Jiuxin Haitang had treated countless wounded people in the Heavenly Fight, but her soul power was also severely overdrawn. Now she could not even release her martial soul!

The Tiandou Alliance could support the fierce attack of the undead army for a whole night. It can be said that Ye Lingling made great contributions! If it weren't for her Jiuxin Haitang's continuous treatment of the wounded, the Tiandou Alliance would have been defeated long ago.

But now, Ye Lingling was exhausted and her soul was exhausted. She finally lacked support and fell to the ground exhausted.

Before she fell into a coma? She finally looked at her companions reluctantly. She found Yufeng, Gramo and others were covered in blood and covered in wounds? She struggled to support the siege of hundreds of meters of skeleton soldiers? Ye Lingling's heart was full of despair.

"It's over, we're all finished..."

A hint of sadness appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face? The white robe was stained with blood and messy hair? The whole body was covered with blood and mud? He no longer looked as elegant as before. He looked at the dense army of undead around him, feeling very sad, knowing that they were sure to lose? It was only a matter of time to be eliminated.

The Tiandou Alliance was defeated like a mountain? More than half of the soldiers were injured and killed, and the remaining remaining soldiers were surrounded by endless undead army and were about to be wiped out.

The Tiandou Empire is facing a catastrophe.

Endless despair enveloped all the soldiers of Tiandou!

...

Above the sky.

Fang Xuan's black hair was stained with blood, covered in bruises? She was quietly suspended in the air, looking at the fallen friends and confidants on the ground? Her eyes gradually dimmed.

If you lose, you will really lose.

He had expected the defeat of the Tiandou Alliance? It was already amazing to hold on until now, and the battle between him and the Battle of Desire has also entered a fierce momentum.

During the fierce battle all night? Fang Xuan's soul power was consumed too much? He gradually fell into a disadvantage under the attack of the God of Desire? He is likely to be defeated.

It's too difficult to kill the god!

Fang Xuan sighed, the gap between his strength and the level 100 gods was still too big. He had tried his best in this battle, but he still could not kill the God of Desire. If he lost, then no one on the Tiandou side would survive and all would have to die.

"Haha, Fang Xuan, your doomsday has come. Now I kneel down and beg for mercy. I can spare you forever and refine you into a supreme undead, lead this undead army and follow me to conquer the world. How about it?!"

The god of desire had thick blond hair and a arrogant expression. He hugged his arms and stared at Fang Xuan coldly, with a arrogant aura that was the only one in the sky and the earth.

Although his injuries were similar to Fang Xuan and the combat power of the two was comparable to each other, the god level was the god level. His divine power was as vast as the ocean, endless, and his divine body was extremely strong and almost immortal. So over time, he gradually gained the upper hand and began to suppress Fang Xuan.

"Beg for mercy? Haha, don't worry, even if I die, I will take you as a cushion!"

Fang Xuan's eyes gradually dyed red, and his expression was a little crazy. He lifted up a mouthful of soul power, waved the demon sword, and turned into a human-shaped lightning and collided with the god of desire.

The knife slashed heavily on the fist of the God of Desire, making a loud thunderous sound, but it was very regretful that it could not cut off its arm!

"I can feel that your power is weakening."

Two golden lights shot out from the eyes of the God of Desire, and a loud roar, the violent divine power burst out from the fist, bounced away the demon sword, and shook it away with Fang Xuan.

"puff……"

Fang Xuan coughed up blood in big mouths, his face pale, and his body fell down like a meteorite, hitting heavily on the ground, leaving a huge deep pit with a diameter of 100 meters on the ground.

His whole body was in severe pain, his breath was extremely weak, and he was seriously injured, so it was difficult for him to continue fighting.

"Fang Xuan, it would be so great to let you die like this. I will torture you slowly, then imprison your soul in the abyss of desire, and taste endless pain forever! Let you know the price of disrespect to a god!"

The God of Desire sneered, carrying his hands on his back, looking down at Fang Xuan who was lying on the ground, as if he was looking at a humble ant, his eyes full of jokes and cruelty.

"Oh, is that the end?"

Fang Xuan lay weakly on the ground, looking at the god of desire in the sky, and a trace of despair appeared in his heart.

At this moment, the slender blade of the demon sword suddenly trembled, and an ethereal sound rang out of it.

"Owner!"

"Demon Spirit, are you awake?!" Fang Xuan was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. This familiar voice was the spirit of the Demon Sword.

"Yes, in your battle with the God of Desire, the Demon Sword sucked a lot of blood from the gods and restored a lot of power, so I woke up from my sleep."

Yao Ling quietly explained: "Master, I sensed your crisis and can now help you unlock the true posture of the demon sword!"

"The real posture of the demon sword?!" Fang Xuan was a little surprised.

"That's right, the origin of the Demon Sword is extremely mysterious. It is a powerful main artifact, but it has been severely damaged. Now it is not the strongest attack state. When I unlock the real posture of the Demon Sword for you, the power of the Demon Sword will skyrocket ten times, and you will have a chance to defeat this God of Desire. However, the power of the Demon Sword is not very sufficient now. Remember, you only have one knife, one knife!" The Demon Spirit said solemnly.

"The chance of a knife... is enough!"

Fang Xuan's pupils suddenly opened, and two blood-colored lightning shot out, and hope for survival was ignited in his heart.
Chapter completed!