A helicopter carrying Yusaku Kamekura flew directly from the airport in Kure Harbor to a small temple built by the remnants of the battle to pay homage to the dead, near the site where hundreds of Japanese practitioners were already waiting for the battle. [No pop-ups.]

After losing the blood relics, Michihiko Ando committed suicide by cutting his abdomen, and the Shifang Shrine, which had a lot of grievances, lost the leader of the sect because of the lack of the protection of such a powerful magic weapon, it seems that the result of a dignified sect is doomed. But the more direct impact was to make the local cultivators who gathered worried. The druids' methods and strength were beyond their expectations, and everyone already knew that it was only two young men, a man and a woman, who attacked the Ten Directions Shrine that day. If it was a sneak attack, there might be a reason to explain it, but the other party attacked the mountain gate head-on in a dignified manner, and then fought successfully. Two people, just two people. And now the hundreds of people gathered are facing another contrast, the 10 or so druids of the year forced thousands of Japanese cultivators to use death to achieve the evil formation. And now, instead of a dozen, they were facing a huge team of more than 300 druids and attendants. The air was filled with a buzzing murmur, weaving a bleak and pessimistic picture. These practitioners all know that the druids are coming this way, and they are here to fight.

Sophocles scattered in all directions, forming the front end of the line in two arcs. Unable to contain the anger in his heart at the use of the conspiracy to besiege his enemy, and the longing for the survival of his friends who fought together, Sophocles had tears in his eyes, and his face was mixed with a variety of complex expressions, hatred, sorrow, and hope merged on his face. He just took a big stride towards the place where they had fought to the death. He didn't care that he had broken away from the formation of the team, nor did he care that there was no one behind him to protect him. He was so excited that he didn't even notice to suppress the power of nature that was surging in his body.

Sophocles brings a strange sight to this almost untouched forest. The forest he passed, and the trees within two or three hundred meters around him seemed to shine brightly. The whole forest seems to have just been washed by a new rain, and it is renewed. The birds, who had been fighting for food and space at different heights of the canopy, seemed to sense Sophocles and accepted his advice to fly away from the land for a while. All kinds of small beasts run and jump on the ground and branches, dodging the impending disaster. The force of nature radiating from Sophocles was so powerful that as soon as he left his body, it stirred the air around him into a soft humming sound. The green light emitted by the forces of nature made Sophocles look like a sun walking in the forest, illuminating the whole forest in detail.

A ninja felt bad and just wanted to jump away and run back to report the situation. A stream of energy from the force of nature passed through a bush and struck the ninja without any offense. The ninja who had just jumped with his strength danced in midair, screaming and dancing, and then slammed to the ground. The hapless ninja instinctively fled, not even realizing that his location had been discovered.

With tears in his eyes, Sophocles could only see a vague light at the moment, but every grass and tree around him was clearly projected in his mind, and no wind and grass could hide from him, let alone the big living person hidden.

As one ninja was fatally hit in one blow, Sophocles almost subconsciously threw green clusters of light at the positions of several other ninjas or other cultivators who were more adept at detecting lurking.

Failed. After being mentally prepared, the Force-of-Nature energy light cluster, which was not very fast, could not hit these agile guys. At most, it's just a scrub. Sophocles didn't seem to care, still running along the same route. The sentinels hidden in the forest could only show their bodies one by one by Wei Tong, retreat to the brigade of local Japanese cultivators, and retreat into the Demon Dance Gathering Spirit Array that they had finally set up.

The druids who followed him at a considerable distance behind Sophocles were certainly pleased that Sophocles rushed ahead and destroyed the other party's outpost with great strength. Lay all sorts of spell traps in Zalin. Although it caused a lot, at most it only left a few scorch marks on Sophocles's clothes, and it didn't even slow down Sophocles's pace. But the druids were delighted and surprised that Sophocles was so powerful. He could almost single-handedly change the tide of battle.

The aura emanating from the Demon Dance Spirit Gathering Array finally collided with the surging power of nature in Sophocles's body. Maybe it was not appropriate to use collision, there was still a considerable distance away from the formation, and the faint formation mana fluctuations were instantly submerged in the turbulence of the force of nature.

The formation, with the Shinto sect as the main force, still presents a cold and strange atmosphere. For Sophocles, who had been asleep in the Emerald Dream for decades, the last time he felt such a breath seemed to have happened yesterday. This familiar feeling fueled Sophocles's anger even more. He yelled and shouted the incantation. The surrounding mountains and forests seemed to have suddenly become his allies, and the sporadic power of nature condensed in the air, as if countless fireflies were flying. The light condensed by these forces of nature floated in the air, neither concentrated on Sophocles, nor did it fly at will, but drifted forward little by little with Sophocles's footsteps, and with Sophocles's steps, the number of light spots in the air increased, and the density became larger and larger...... When Sophocles slammed into the formation set up by the Japanese with a dazzling green light, these large and small points of light also drilled in.

Before Sophocles could make a move, these large and small points of light exerted their power, and one by one the seemingly inconspicuous points of light caused a continuous explosion in the neat formation of the Japanese.

Bernard saw that Sophocles and the other side had begun to fight head-on, and feared that Sophocles would run into some trouble alone. But just as he wanted to call everyone to accelerate the impact together, Sun Digui pulled him: "Let him have a good time, and then we can't help him with his current state." ”

Bernard understood what Sun meant. Indeed, the strength of Sophocles now is almost unimaginable, although the formation set up by the Japanese is indeed very powerful, and the whole forest is cloudy and windy, like a ghost domain. But the green light that kept coming from Sophocles still illuminated such a large area, and it was not suppressed by entering the formation. Now Sophocles is full of emotions and strength, so there is no need to worry about him at all, and more importantly, he is taking advantage of the time when Sophocles rushed into the formation to disrupt the situation to create a more favorable situation and annihilate the Japanese cultivators.

Bernard nodded and gave the order. Elani took a few flying druid shapeshifters into the air, Murray and a few guys with good speed detoured behind the opposing formation, and Pauletta commanded some of the men to outflank them from the left. And the right side is commanded by "Ape" Jill. Bernard and Sun Digui continued to advance steadily in the middle with some men. When it comes to large-scale battles, and even participating in decisive battles on the scale of tens of thousands of people, the druids are much more proficient than the Japanese cultivators who are nestled on the islands.

Bernard was not satisfied with such a line-up, as Sula was delayed due to the American side and Zolin was injured. Emile had to take care of Zorin, Gustav and the "Polar Bear" ** were arranging some joints for the druids and their attendants to evacuate from Japan safely, and Vichnik had to guard the headquarters, although the number of druids and attendants summoned this time was huge, but the number of powerful characters who could take on command responsibilities and give strong support to their partners was still a little rarer.

As soon as a few druids dispersed, plus the druids flying in the air, some Japanese who were hiding in the woods and were not accustomed to the battle of the formation and practiced nindo, and suddenly had nothing to hide. They can only choose whether to jump out and fight or retreat into the formation. But for now, neither seems to be safe. Sophocles who came into the formation alone was not quickly culled as they expected, but instead messed up the whole formation.

At the moment when these people hesitated, several ninjas who were distributed on the periphery had already been uprooted. This is the battlefield, and the druids don't have the heart to play any heads-up tricks. Once the shot was made, everyone in the whole detachment went up together, and everyone ignored the Japanese clamoring for something to be singled out. When there are many people, they besiege and kill the druids, and when there are few people, they shout that they want to fight alone, what kind of character is this?

Before a few druids were in place, the Demon Dance Gathering Array changed.

Sophocles's style of play was too bold, he bombarded the formation with an endless stream of light from the force of nature, and when he rushed into the center of the formation, he threw a beam of light at almost every Japanese, as if the energy in his body was endless. The incantation he chanted was more like a war song, majestic and bold, reaching into the sky. The power of nature that emerged from him turned a small area of land around him into an environment with a high concentration of natural power, and the ghosts that attacked him under the command of the Japanese crashed into this space and immediately disappeared, leaving not even a single dross. In Sophocles's hand, a two-handed greatsword made entirely of light appeared, and behind him appeared wings completely materialized by the force of nature, and his image at the moment was like an angel of natural attributes, harvesting the lives of his enemies.

In just a few minutes, this formation, which had been pinned on by Kamekura Yuce, collapsed due to heavy casualties and the remaining people were not enough to run the formation. The sunlight penetrated the treetops and shot to the ground again, sweeping away the poisonous aura condensed by the formation just now, and the Japanese cultivators who had been struggling to run the formation saw the formation collapse, and they summoned Shikigami one after another, took out the magic weapons that were more skillfully used, summoned the spirit beasts they had raised, and fought noisily...... And the strength of these people is tantamount to moths to a fire for Sophocles, who may be exerting 120% or more of his strength at the moment.

Kamekura Yusaku was on the peak in the distance, surrounded by a few cultivators who had not participated in the formation, as well as a few officers and a few intelligence officers. He had made it very clear at the moment that this time, the druids were inevitable, and they did have the strength. The question now is not how to resist, but how to preserve as much blood as possible for Japanese practitioners.

"Inform the second line of arrangers to retreat. Retreat from the trail in the valley behind. Miyazaki Daisa, please send someone to pick them up. Kamekura said bitterly, "Lieutenant Koyama, please give me the Prime Minister's phone." ”