The sky turned dark and wild. Traces of terrifying and destructive aura continuously emitted from the Eye of Heaven Punishment.
Dark clouds piled up and bolts of purple lightning kept appearing. All the living beings in the surrounding billions of miles trembled under the Eye of Heavenly Punishment.
Suddenly, billions of wind blades appeared in the sky. Each wind blade carried a suffocating aura.
In the next moment, billions of wind blades fell like raindrops. They were like sharp arrows that had left the bow. They were extremely fast and violent. Wherever the wind blades passed, the space collapsed and could not be healed.
The spiritual energy in the surrounding billions of miles was even more violent. The spiritual energy that was usually docile and obedient was like a ferocious beast at this moment. With the descent of billions of wind blades, the spiritual energy in the surrounding billions of miles spun and condensed into ancient beasts that kept howling and making earth-shaking sounds. It was as if an immeasurable tribulation had arrived and the world had returned to chaos.
When the Heavenly Dao attacked, its power was so terrifying.
"Come on!"
Emperor Jiang and the others roared. Except for Houtu, all the other Ancestors of Sorcery transformed into their true forms. Eleven ferocious giants stood proudly between heaven and earth and rushed toward the billions of wind blades.
Seeing this, Minghe did not want to be outdone.
The 480 million Clones of Blood God released their clones without hesitation. Each clone met each wind blade. In an instant, the dark sky was dyed red by the 480 million Clones of Blood God.
Minghe was indeed a veteran Primordial Mazinger. His first move was earth-shattering.
However, the good times did not last long.
Although each of the 480 million Clones of Blood God successfully blocked a wind blade, they were also reduced to ashes as the wind blades disappeared.
Although Minghe was heartbroken that his trump card of hundreds of millions of years had been destroyed, he had already expected this.
When he released the 480 million clones of Blood God, he didn't expect that one or two of them would be left behind. After all, he was facing the Heavenly Dao.
Minghe stood on the twelfth-grade Red Lotus of Fire, holding Yuantu, Abi, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery to face the remaining hundreds of millions of Wind Blades.
" Roar! Roar! Roar!"
"Kill them!"
The roars of the Ancestors of Sorcery and the Netherworld River reverberated through the clouds and spread throughout the Untainted Land.
The Ancestor of Sorcery was famous for his strong physical body, and the twelfth-grade Red Lotus of Fire had top-notch defense.
However, what they were facing was the Heavenly Dao, a full-powered attack from the Heavenly Dao.
When the Ancestral Magus used his fist to shatter a wind blade, there would be a visible wound on his fist. The wound was so deep that one could almost see the bones. Not a single part of their bodies was intact. Each of them was like a bloody man.
However, even if they were bloody people, they were still blood-soaked war gods.
The Ancestor of Sorcery was miserable, and Minghe was not any better. Each wind blade ignored the defense of the twelfth-grade Red Lotus of Fire and cut directly on Minghe's body. Blood dyed Minghe's Taoist robe red. It was originally black, but now it was even redder than the Blood Sea.
Even so, neither the Ancestor of Sorcery nor Minghe retreated.
The wind blades in the sky were gradually decreasing, and the wounds on the Ancestor of Sorcery and the Netherworld River were rapidly increasing.
The blood they left behind dyed the land red and watered the sea of blood, making it even redder.
Tragedy seemed to have become the main melody of the current era.
Seeing this, the Three Pure Ones, the Western Duo, Nuwa and Fuxi, and Zhenyuanzi Hongyun were moved.
Even Dijun Taiyi, the archenemy of the Wu Tribe, was no longer ecstatic, but deeply shocked.
Looking at the twelve figures in the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, the mighty people of Untainted Land all said in their hearts,""This is the role model for us cultivators. Fighting against the heavens is endless joy!”
Finally, under the bloody battle between the Ancestor of Sorcery and the Netherworld River, billions of wind blades were destroyed.
"Peng!"
The wind blades disappeared, and the eleven Ancestors of Sorcery and Minghe were no longer able to support themselves. They fell heavily to the ground from the void, their faces dispirited and blood gushing out.
"Did you succeed?"
Ignoring their own injuries, the Ancestors of Sorcery and Minghe gathered their last bit of spirit and looked at the sky.
It was unknown whether it was them or the mighty people of Untainted Land or the ordinary creatures, but they were all silently watching the Eye of Heavenly Punishment. Whether they were the sworn enemies of the Wu Tribe or those who had no conflict with each other, they all hoped that the Eye of Heavenly Punishment would retreat.
At this moment, all the living beings in Untainted Land were anticipating the retreat of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment.
It was because the tragic scene just now had deeply shocked them.
However, the next scene disappointed all living beings in the Untainted Land.
The black clouds were still gathering, and the purple lightning was still gathering.
At this moment, all living beings knew that the billions of wind blades that seemed to be able to destroy the world were just an appetizer. The main event was still the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning that was constantly condensing.
Houtu cried.
The Grand Wizard was in despair.
Minghe was in despair.
The Sorcerer Tribe was in despair.
The other living beings of the Primordial World had mixed feelings.
Facing the Heavenly Dao and the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, all living beings found themselves so tiny. Under the Heavenly Punishment, they had no power to fight back.
"Haha... We, the Sorcerer Clan, are not afraid of death!”
I don't know when, paralyzed. More than ten Ancestors of Sorcery who were lying on the ground struggled to get up. Their eyes were filled with determination. They were not afraid of life and death, nor were they afraid of the Heavenly Dao.
Minghe also stood up and stood beside the Ancestor of Sorcery. Although he did not speak, his determined expression showed his attitude.
Just as the Ancestors of Sorcery and Minghe were about to fight to the death…
A voice mixed with boundless anger and guilt sounded in the silent and empty sea of blood.
"Sorry, I'm late!"
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