"More than a dozen!"

Bursts of voices came from the fog ahead, with an inexplicable horror in the voice, as well as a thick sense of shock.

Then, a violent aura came out of it, violent and turbulent, making people feel a burst of terror.

The breath of the law was throbbing, and in an instant, it communicated the power of authority that existed in the underworld, and it was in full swing, as if one by one the divine began to descend, showing its majesty at this moment.

The next moment, under the stunned gaze of the Crimson Lord, those Lords of the Scrimson Disaster rushed straight out.

Compared to when they rushed into the mist before, their appearance at this moment was extremely embarrassed, and their bodies were densely covered with wounds, among which there were patterns and breaths of the law, and the rest of the divine aura was entangled, destroying their bodies.

The appearance of the two former natural calamity lords is even more miserable, at this moment, most of the body is broken, and the divine blood on the body is flowing as if it doesn't want money, looking at it like this, I'm afraid it hurts the origin.

Looking at their tragic scene, the Crimson Lord couldn't help but be stunned.

What's the situation?

Is there other sacredness lurking in that fog?

It shouldn't be.

The consciousness of the Cataclysmic World was not alarmed, which means that even if there is a divine entry into that world, at most it is some incarnation, and the real body should not have really entered this place.

But if it's just an incarnation, how can you beat them like this?

The strength of the Lord of the Scourges is not weak, and with the blessing of the world consciousness of the Cataclysm World, even if it is a single person, I am afraid that it will take four or five divine incarnations to be able to match it, and it may not even be enough.

How did such strength come to be beaten like this?

A doubt rose in the crimson lord's heart, and at this time, he couldn't help but slow down the movements of his hand a little.

The next moment, a fog gradually blew up.

As if sensing something, the power of the Cataclysmic World began to exert force, and wisps of world power slowly descended, slowly expelling the power of the world of the gods.

The fog, which had been shrouded in the power of the world, began to gradually dissipate, revealing its true form.

Wisps of divine breath slowly came out and began to ripple in the world in front of them.

The place in front of him began to bloom with bursts of brilliance, and the breath of a divine being continued to bloom.

Streams of light began to rise to the sky, each representing a sacred.

The Crimson Lord was stunned for a moment.

She looked at the scene in front of her, even if she was an eighth-order divine at this moment, she couldn't help but be stunned, and she couldn't react at all.

I saw that in front of me, ripples crossed by.

In a wilderness, a golden gate of the world stands silently, manifesting in it, blooming with a faint splendor of the world.

And under the gate of the huge world, there are figures standing in it.

The figures that were either indifferent, calm, or smiling stood calmly beside the gate of the world, and at this moment, with the gaze of the Crimson Lord, they came directly with the gaze of the scarlet lord.

And that number is not one or two, not a dozen, but close to fifty.

Nearly fifty holy!

If this number is said, I am afraid it is enough to scare the courage of a group of people, even if it is a strong and crimson lord, he can't help but be stunned at this moment, and feel a deep malice attack.

Fifty holiness.

Not to mention this amount now, even during the ancient Scourge World and the Wizard War, the Crimson Lord had never seen it.

At that time, the number of sacreds in the wizarding world and the natural calamity world combined might be a little more than this, but at this moment, I am afraid that the number of holies in the two worlds combined will not be equal to these fifty divinities.

And, that's not all.

The nearly fifty Divine guarding in front of the Gate of the World, if you add those who shot before, it is more than sixty Divine Beings.

More than sixty divine, what kind of number is that?

At least before that, the Crimson Lord had never imagined that one day, she would be able to face such a number of sacredness.

It's no wonder that the previous Lords of the Natural Disaster looked horrified and walked away directly.

Two fists are no match for four hands!

A single deity in the world of gods may not be the opponent of a Lord of the Scourges, even more so if he is incarnated.

But what is in front of me here is not one or two, but dozens of people.

At this number, I'm afraid that an eighth-level person is coming, otherwise there is no way to change anyone.

Looking at this scene, a bad premonition rose in the crimson lord's heart.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the divine incarnations below that surrounded the gate of the world and had not made a move before began to move.

A pair of eyes looked at the Crimson Lord in unison, and stared at him.

That kind of pressure like a substance made the Crimson Lord can't help but jump in his heart, and he feels an unprecedented sense of tension and excitement.

An uneasy premonition welled up in my mind, as if something bad was about to happen next.

The next moment, the uneasy premonition was completely fulfilled.

It's just that below, with a pair of eyes brushing and staring, one by one the avatars of the gods began to shoot in unison.

They were shrouded in terrifying power, and the aura of authority belonging to the divine existence began to show, and at this moment, it instantly spread outward, reaching into the sky.

One by one, the power of authority like a substance turned into a chain, and frantically surged outward, under the control of the gods' minds, directly towards the Crimson Lord.

Then, the majestic light bloomed.

On the body of the Crimson Lord, ripples kept emerging.

The realm belonging to the eighth level was shaken in an instant, and the crimson realm was constantly distorted at this moment, and it seemed that some of them could not withstand the oppressive power at this moment, and they were about to disintegrate on their own.

Compared to the eighth level, the strength of the incarnations of the gods is still a little weaker, and theoretically speaking, there should be no damage to them.

But that's just normal.

At this moment, the number of god avatars in front of him was too much, so much that it made the scalp of the eighth-order existence tingle and feel a burst of terror.

The power of the Crimson Realm was constantly shaken, and at this moment it spontaneously began to distort, as if it was about to be overwhelmed, and it was only about to collapse completely at the last point.

And at this moment, a deadly killing machine began to overflow, and the breath of death gradually spread.

The Crimson Lord raised his head and looked outside.

I saw that not far away, a silver long sword had already swung out, and at this moment, it fell directly down, and slashed towards the Crimson Lord.

This sword contains the pure power of death, and it also carries the power of terrifying killing authority, which is a terrifying power condensed by the two powers of death and killing, which erupts at this moment and is violently suppressed.

Yinhua, the sword of killing!

The pure killing power is overflowing, and the power belonging to the killing authority is boiling, and at this moment, it is furious, faintly condensed into countless phantoms, and then gathered into one point, and slashed down.

Bang!!

A faint crisp sound came slowly.

The Crimson Lord looked up in some consternation.

Around him, a slight cracking sound rang out, and the crimson realm power began to shatter.

A sharp silver sword light pierced through everything, slashing down in an instant, piercing directly through her chest.

Truly broke her realm and ran through her body of laws.

The crimson blood began to drip down, and among them, Dao Dao Shenhua emerged, gradually erupting, and went outward.

It was crimson blood, and every drop that flowed out was enough to slash a world, turning an otherwise intact world into nothingness, and burning all the life in it.

Red blood continued to drip as the Crimson Lord's body began to recede.

Pierced through the body of the law by the sword of the god of death, her face looked a little unsightly, but the aura on her body was not too damaged.

Fang Cai's blow seemed to be only a minor injury to him.

And it's no wonder.

The power of the incarnation of the God of Death is limited, and it is not bad to be able to penetrate the body of the Crimson Lord and damage it, but it is not realistic to want to hit it hard with a direct blow.

Even if it was replaced by his main body, it would not be easy to defeat him if he faced the Crimson Lord in front of him, let alone still an incarnation at the moment.

But even so, in front of him, the face of the Crimson Lord was ugly.

She looked at the god of death in front of her, and then looked at the dense incarnation of the gods below, and her face was extremely blue at this moment.

As the Lord of the Cataclysm who has spanned countless years and attacked countless worlds, the Crimson Lord knows in his heart that this time the Cataclysmic World is in great trouble.

The strength of this strange world in front of him is unprecedentedly strong, and there are more than sixty of them just divine.

This amount far exceeds the number of divine beings in the Cataclysmic World at this moment, and is more than twice that of the Cataclysmic World.

At this moment, they are still descending in their avatars, so they haven't made many big moves, but once they wait until their true bodies start to descend, they will definitely stir up boundless storms.

At that time, the world of natural disasters will be in an extremely dangerous situation.

More than sixty Divine beings were wreaking havoc in the world of natural calamity, a scene that the Crimson Lord could hardly imagine.

Especially when there were more than sixty Divine Beings, there were still three Eighth-Order Divine Beings.

At this thought, the Crimson Lord's face turned pale, and he slowly turned around.

"You don't come out yet!"

Her face was pale, and she slowly spoke at this moment, calling into the distance: "If you don't come out again, when these sacred true bodies are teleported, we will all finish playing!"

A faint voice fell in the void, resounding throughout the world of natural disasters, causing a little ripple.

Then, at the end of the Cataclysmic World, there seemed to be a pair of eyes slowly opening.

As the breath of the gods is revealed, the consciousness of the Cataclysmic World is gradually revival, awakening a group of Calamity Lords who had been in a deep sleep.

And when the world of natural disasters is in crisis and in unprecedented danger, these lords of natural disasters are finally beginning to recover.