Attack of the Worlds!

Wang Hao couldn't have imagined that the catastrophe would come, and the cultivators of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms would join forces to attack the Gulan Realm.

The heart is awe-inspiring, and the fighting spirit is high. All he could do was lead his men to resist until the moment he died in battle.

With great effort, he occupied the eighteen realms and created a peripheral barrier. In the face of absolute strength, the so-called barriers are as fragile as paper, and in just a few days, they all collapsed.

All the soldiers and horses withdrew from the Gulan Realm, and under the leadership of Wang Hao, they defended the gate of the realm to resist the incoming enemy.

Black Desert, Necronomicon Sea, Ten Thousand Skeleton Wasteland!

The three forbidden places of the Northern Wilderness. It is also the gateway to the realm where the Ten Thousand Worlds merge and the Gulan Realm is connected with the outer worlds.

The doppelganger lacks skills. Wang Hao personally led an elite team of witches to guard the black desert. The disciples under the throne gathered the elite of the Wumen, together with the soldiers and horses of the Gulan Realm, to protect the gateway of the Necromantic Sea. The remaining 10,000 wastelands were handed over to the eighteen realm powerhouses who were ambushed, leading the troops and horses of the headquarters to defend it.

Dispatch troops and arrange them in an orderly manner. But in the face of the joint attack of the cultivators of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, Wang Hao knew better than anyone else that everything he did was in vain, it was only a matter of time before the portal was breached, and the Gu Lan Realm would inevitably face a catastrophe.

Didn't think too much about it. Do your best to protect the Gulan Realm and protect your relatives and friends.

That was the only thought he had at the moment.

Kill!

Kill! Kill!

Gateway to the Black Desert Realm. Inside the passage, there are countless cultivators rushing out, and there is no shortage of earth immortal powerhouses, controlling all kinds of artifacts, demon pet soldiers, and rushing to kill violently.

The large array that was originally arranged outside the gate had already been breached. At a glance, in addition to the dense corpses of monks, there is also a strange army, standing on the periphery of the portal, refusing to retreat an inch.

200,000 Wumen disciples!

200,000 totem warriors!

At this moment, they formed a battle formation, and under the leadership of Wang Hao, the witch lord, launched a fierce offensive to resist those cultivators from the corresponding Nine Heavenly Immortal Families and from the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.

Witchcraft is mysterious. The battle formation formed by 200,000 totem warriors, under the control of Wang Hao, the power seemed to converge into one, or transformed into a giant beast, or transformed into a heavenly witch body, showing the ultimate power of this heaven and earth in every gesture.

Regardless of the level of cultivation of the enemy, as long as he rushes out of the realm portal passage, he will inevitably usher in a fatal blow.

The defense line is solid, and the incoming enemy cannot set foot in the Gulan realm for half a step.

It seems that the situation is good, but Wang Hao knows better than anyone that it is not without a time limit to form a battle formation against the enemy, even if he can support it himself, it is impossible for the Wumen disciples under his command to bless it permanently.

Once Wu Yuan is exhausted and the battle array disintegrates, it will definitely be defeated.

At the same time, the enemy is too fierce, the cultivators of the heavens and all the realms are gathered, the soldiers and horses are endless, and the offensive will only get stronger and stronger.

The outcome is a foregone conclusion.

No matter how strong the Wumen is, it is impossible to compete with the cultivators of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.

Wang Hao knew this better than anyone else, but he didn't think too much about it at this moment, put aside all distractions, and concentrated on resisting the enemy.

He was confident that with his own means and the help of 200,000 elite disciples of the Wumen, he didn't dare to say that he could ensure a stable defense line within a month.

As for the other two realm portals, Wang Hao was also confident that his disciples would lead the soldiers and horses, but it was unpredictable on the side of the Ten Thousand Bones Wasteland.

The eighteen realms are located in the Ten Thousand Bones Wasteland, and when it comes to heritage, they are definitely the strongest.

The reason why Wang Hao is worried is very simple, outsiders are outsiders after all, and they lack the fearless spirit of the Wumen disciples to defend to the death.

The loss of any of the three realm portals will herald defeat.

"It's a pity that the god and witch body are damaged, otherwise it will ......"

Wang Hao's thought flashed, and then he laughed at himself. Even if the body of the god and witch is intact and sits in the Ten Thousand Wastelands instead of the deity, what can it do?

The heavens and all the worlds, in response to the time when the heavenly dome above the levitation, those high up in the Nine Heavenly Immortals...... The end is already predestined.

Only now, only do your best and obey the destiny of heaven.

"Formation!"

"Formation!"

In the middle of the Black Desert, on the periphery of the boundary portal, Wang Hao stood suspended in the air, with 200,000 Wumen elites behind him, and under his orders, he urged the totem and formed a battle formation.

200,000 people are like one, and the strength gathers in Wang Hao.

His figure vanished, and in his place he either transformed into a berserk beast or manifested himself as a witch, frantically attacking the enemies who had invaded the Gulan Realm.

Every breath is the fall of thousands of living beings.

They may be crushed to pieces, and their souls may be destroyed. But it left behind the imprint of the soul, ethereal, and beyond the reach of the eye.

Under the shrouded in the strange power of the immortal palaces suspended in the sky, the soul seemed to be swirling and floated away.

"Fellow immortals, let's make a bet...... Just bet how long this witch thief will be able to resist stubbornly before he is defeated?"

"Ten days at most!"

"It won't take that long!"

"Three realm portals, one lost, all lost!"

......

The immortals echoed and touted. Zhao Hao sat in the center, full of spirit and smiles.

Fairy Yunyao disdained to join the crowd, beckoned a few good fairy friends, and left with his sleeves. Whether it was her, Zhao Hao, or the immortals in the hall, they had almost already concluded that the Gu Lan Realm would be defeated and the witches would die.

It's a must-lose.

Unless there is a miracle, or chance.

Wang Hao knows better than anyone that if he can break through in battle, condense the fourth Wu Ding, and achieve the body of the earth witch. With the powerful combat power of the Witch Dao, he can repel all incoming enemies.

Or......

Wang Hao shook his head. Time is limited, and the possibility of the second opportunity is very small.

Although it is a game of inevitable defeat, nine deaths and a lifetime, the opportunity exists, and there is a chance to turn the tables.

This is also the main reason why he is not afraid of strong enemies and leads his troops to support hard.

Ten days!

Sooner than expected, bad news came. The heavens and all the worlds attacked, and on the side of the portal of the Ten Thousand Bones Wasteland, the number of enemy powerhouses suddenly increased, and there were thousands of earth immortals from different realms joining forces to launch the strongest attack.

The eighteen realm cultivators who were ambushed by Wang Hao formed a defensive line and collapsed in an instant.

There were countless dead and wounded, and they were completely defeated.

Three realm portals, one lost, all lost. The defense line of the Ten Thousand Wastelands was broken, and the monks from the outer regions were flooded like a tide, and a steady stream of them entered the Gulan Realm.

The Necromantic Sea Portal, which the disciples were in charge of, had lost the meaning of continuing to defend, and was directly recalled by Wang Hao to the Black Desert, and together with the defeated soldiers and horses, they were ready to do the final battle.

"Master!"

The disciples stood behind Wang Hao. One by one, their faces were haggard, and they were obviously physically and mentally exhausted after many days of fierce fighting.

When Wang Hao recalled all the disciples, he also gave up the Black Desert defense line. Lead all the soldiers and horses in the Gulan Realm, retreat thousands of miles, and rearrange the defense line.

Look into the distance. The soldiers and horses of the outer regions were like rolling dark clouds, and the heavens and the earth were densely packed and surging in.

The power is so strong and the number is so great that it cannot be described in words!

It feels like the soldiers and horses of the Gulan Realm are weak and vulnerable in front of the incoming enemy.

"What should come, always come!"

Wang Hao muttered to himself. The next moment, his eyes looked straight ahead, all distracting thoughts were put aside, and a powerful battle intent was diffused all over his body.

Seeking survival in death is for life and death!

If I can break through on the spot, no matter how many cultivators in the heavens and ten thousand realms there are, what can I do?

Mind-bound, fearless.

I saw Wang Hao wave his hand, leading the disciples under his seat, all the soldiers and horses in the Gulan Realm, without knowing the direction, rushed away......