mtl008 Chapter 2445
Chapter 2445
"This eight-armed demon god is too strong and too fast. Our true essence and magic power are almost exhausted, and we really can't hold on any longer!"
"Commander, I have reversed the Purple Mansion and burned my own essence and blood to support the formation. We believe in you, but you must find a way for us to survive!"
"Commander, we are in dire straits. We must find a way out, or we will all perish today!"
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The cries and pleas of his troops kept reaching Zhe Linhai's ears, making him increasingly anxious and guilty.
The eight-armed sword-shaped demon god seemed to be able to see through the barrier of the combined formation and understand the plight of the army inside. He immediately spoke scathingly, his tone becoming increasingly contemptuous:
"How is it? Your army is probably in a panic and on the verge of collapse by now, isn't it? Struggle! The more you struggle, the more miserable your death will be!"
"So noisy!!"
Zhe Linhai's eyes were bloodshot, and his resentment and anger completely erupted. He roared and, disregarding the losses from the combined formation, frantically drew on the remaining true essence of his army. He controlled the Myriad Tribulations God and Demon, wielding six rhomboid divine whips, and fiercely counterattacked the Eight-Armed Sword-Shaped God and Demon.
But he knew in his heart that the gap in overall strength between the two sides was huge, and the opponent was good at agile routes. He had no trump card to break the opponent's offensive. This counterattack was nothing more than a desperate struggle.
"Hahaha, getting anxious? Your Dao heart is wavering!"
Facing the frenzied counterattack of the Myriad Calamities Demon God, the eight-armed sword-shaped demon god remained calm and composed. With nimble movements, he easily dodged all attacks while continuing to entangle the Myriad Calamities Demon God with his sword light, relentlessly suppressing it and giving it no chance to breathe.
"You are too impetuous and easily angered to fight me. Today, you will surely die!"
This scene, witnessed by the onlookers from all sides, caused the powerful cultivators on the cultivators' side to turn pale.
Anyone with eyes could see that the eight-armed sword-shaped demon was significantly stronger than Zhe Linhai, yet it refused to kill him directly, instead toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse, which was undoubtedly trampling on the dignity of the cultivators' civilization.
Above the Boundless City, the armies of the two holy lands, Immortal Ancient and Supreme, were all breathing heavily, their eyes were bloodshot, and their fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.
What a humiliating thing this is!
Their own army was being toyed with by the enemy, and their troops were on the verge of annihilation, but they could only watch helplessly.
"Insolence! A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!" Gu Ningbing stood in the ranks, trembling with rage, her voice filled with anger and resentment.
Although he had been forced to flee in a sorry state by the weasel before, he had never been mocked like this before. Looking at Zhelinhai's predicament, he felt both empathy and a complicated feeling.
"Damn these bizarre creatures! How dare they humiliate our cultivator civilization like this!"
"Holy Son, break through and turn back immediately! As long as we're alive, we can always fight again!"
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The cultivators of the Supreme Holy Land shouted in unison, their voices filled with anxiety, but they were too far away to offer any assistance.
Within the ranks of the eight holy lands, the cultivators stood silently, their expressions solemn and filled with helplessness—the difference in strength was right before their eyes, and no matter how angry they were, they could only endure it.
June's face was so gloomy it could drip ink, and the Daoist aura around him surged violently, his killing intent almost overflowing.
He knew in his heart that if the Myriad Tribulations Formation was broken, none of the 108,000 Celestial Immortals inside would be able to return alive—the battlefield was too far from Boundless City, and even if he did his best, he would be unable to reach them.
Chen Xuan stood aside, observing quietly for a long time. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately abandoned the idea of letting Lu Xueqi and Xia Jiuyou participate.
The swordsmanship of this eight-armed sword-shaped demon is too strange, with each move being exquisite. Moreover, since the start of the battle, it has never revealed its true killing move, clearly still hiding its trump card. Lu Xueqi and her companion would only be throwing their lives away if they were to enter the fray now.
"Interesting." A faint smile appeared on Chen Xuan's lips, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, and the power of heaven and earth quietly spread out, enveloping the 108,000 Heavenly Immortals who had already finished their meditation and recovered to their peak combat strength.