Despite being shrouded in shadows, Jingrong's silver-white armor still glowed with a cold light, setting off his back even more upright and majestic. And as he spoke, he drew his saber and was ready to charge. When he finished what he wanted to say in an imminent and extremely depressing tone, he stepped forward without the slightest hesitation, and fought with the abyss, which had turned into a dragon.

The duel between the two generals has begun, and the two warriors standing in the desert have also begun their respective battles on the yellow sand.

According to the previous distribution, the heavenly soldiers, under the leadership of Xiuhe, Jade Soul Return, Fuxing, and the other three of the four great immortals, except for Sinan, attacked the rebels' army in six ways. And after these six people, almost all the people of the God Race in the Heavenly Realm were evenly distributed, and even Chang'e and Weaver Girl, who were usually used to holding stars and colorful clouds, all picked up their long swords and rushed towards the enemy camp.

And the people of the demon clan on the opposite side are not only the demon clan generals who participated in the battle of the Three Realms back then and are comparable in strength to Xiuhe and others, but also the tea friends who used to come to my shop to drink tea and talk with a few of us, and even the people of the god clan who had met me a few times in the heavenly realm were also in the ranks of the enemy army.

I can accept the actions of those tea friends, because what flows in their bodies is the blood of the demon clan. For the people of the demon clan, if they can fight for more interests for the demon clan, then they don't care about friendship or family affection at all, and they will also show a terrible sense of righteousness, even if they have to sacrifice themselves, they don't hesitate to ask whether it's right or wrong. This is the tradition of the demon race, and for thousands of years, they have never made the slightest change because of anything, even if the Three Realms are so peaceful now that they forget about war and exploitation, but this loyalty is still buried in the blood of each of them, and as long as they need to, they will abandon everything and contribute themselves to the interests of the demon race.

I understand them, because to some extent, I am also a demon, although I have always been influenced by Sinan and is more inclined to the side of Jingrong, but I also have an almost crazy attachment to some things, so in front of these people, I can put aside the intersection of the past and face our position calmly. But for those who have betrayed the gods of the heavenly realm, I don't know how these warriors who fight side by side with me will face them.

They may not be as surprised as I am at this time, because when these people disappear from the Celestial Realm, they should have known what they were going to face. But I can let go of the past, but I wonder if they can let go of it as I did when they saw their former companions standing in front of them with sharp blades. They were siblings who had lived with them for thousands of years, maybe they had participated in the melee of the Three Realms together, or they had joined forces to fight against the stone's attack on the Heavenly Realm. How do they face their fellow men following the faith of their enemies and turning the blade of their sword against themselves?

At this moment, I have to admit that Shen Yuan is fully prepared for this war, and I have to admit that his grasp of human nature is far more powerful than all of us. Seeing that our warriors were frequently hurt because of hesitation and reluctance, I hoped for the first time that they could also be like the people of the demon clan, who could abandon kindness and forget that those people had fought side by side with them, and only treat them as enemies. But this hope could not come true after all, so I could only lower my head and stop looking at such a scene, silently praying in my heart that Jing Rong would kill Shen Yuan soon, and then prevent this war from continuing.

The sun soon sinks in the west, and the sky gradually turns from warm orange to deep blue. In the past, it should have been the time for Chang'e to start her work, and she should have scattered her own star into the sky to decorate the dim night, but now Chang'e was holding a long whip and fighting with several demon people.

Her white clothes, which were originally the same color as the moon, had been stained red with blood, and even a few places had been cut, revealing scars of different shades, and her originally smooth bun was also a little messy because of the repeated fights, which looked so pitiful but intimidating.

Not only Chang'e, but also the fairies who usually looked so delicate that they seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind, all clenched their weapons and fought bloodily with the enemy on the battlefield, and no one flinched because of pain and fear.

In fact, in this war, except for the hundreds of people who have enough cultivation to support their fighting methods, the remaining hundreds of thousands of people, just like in the war between human beings a long time ago, are all using the most primitive way to protect the justice and faith in their hearts.

I've been through these scenes so many times that even after many years, those tragic scenes still appear in my dreams. Now that the nightmare had returned, I watched more and more of my companions fall one after another beside me, and as I saw the yellow sand in the distance stained red with blood, I could no longer escape what was happening in front of me, and I could no longer take care of the instructions that I had asked me before the departure, and I opened my mouth and silently recited the incantation that I had recited countless times.

After speaking, the only full moon in the night was completely obscured by the sudden gathering of dark clouds, and the sky was almost instantly dark to the point where you could not see your fingers. Then, with me as the center, the ground suddenly rolled up with layers of huge wind and waves. The howling wind carried the floating sand on the ground to spread rapidly in all directions, like a sudden sandstorm, raging everything in it.

The people who were originally fighting turned around and began to confront the flying yellow sand, and even those who were fighting in the sky had no choice but to stop what they were doing and temporarily threw themselves into the large army.

The fighting has eased as a result, but it is not enough for me to maintain the circle. Soon, my mana was already in a state of exhaustion, and the circle had lost the source power to support it, and it gradually weakened. In a short time, the wind dissipated, and all the yellow sand floating in the air returned to dust.

The whole desert finally fell silent, just like the previous night.

Although my formation did not cause casualties to both sides, it took a lot of their energy to confront the yellow sand. They had no choice but to return to the previous confrontation situation, secretly adjusting their respective states and preparing for the second round of war.

The dark clouds that had been blocking the moonlight quietly dissipated in a moment of their respite, and the round moon finally reappeared, dispelling the frightening darkness. Even if the moonlight is a little dim because there are no stars to accompany it, at least it can make people see the weapon in the hand of the person opposite through this light.

With the guarantee of light, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had obtained the key to victory. But I was the only one, while seeing the moon clearly, because I was tightly choked by someone, I was almost suffocated.