Heavy footsteps echoed in the empty land of the Demon Realm, and one deep footprint after another appeared on the earth.

Jeno ran faster and faster, at this moment in the wind. He suddenly remembered that day, when Fengyue first gathered an army in the world of death to snatch his soul, was it the same as he was feeling at the moment?

The battlefield is in sight.

In the middle of the earth is the sacred mountain that stands proudly. The sacred mountain towers into the sky and seems to be a pillar connecting the heavens and the earth.

Around the Holy Mountain. Gathered for an unknown amount of time demon warriors. They were letting out different roars and roars, fighting with their lives and deaths. There must be hundreds of demon warriors in the center at any one time. There will be an angel wearing a flame armor. But in such a disparity in numbers, the overwhelming advantage was on the side of the angels.

No matter what kind of weapon these fighting angels wield, they all had a faint celestial flame burning on them. Regardless of the weapon itself, these holy flames alone are no longer something that ordinary demon warriors can stop. As long as they have a tiny flame on their bodies, their entire bodies may be ignited in an instant! And the attack of the demon warriors, nine out of ten records are simply not able to deal with the armor worn by these angels.

However, the demon warriors are still fighting one after another, and those who obviously have no strong power. The demon warriors who also did not have outstanding skills were even more brave, they often jumped high in the air, and then pounced on these angels with fit, willing to endure the pain of the Holy Flame Soul Burner, but also to hold these angels to the death. They knew that they couldn't hurt these angels, so they only wanted to drag the angels for a short moment at the cost of their own bodies, so that their comrades could have a chance to hit.

This little wish. Most of the time, it is simply impossible to achieve in luxury.

Around the Sacred Peak, there are thousands of angels!

And at a height of thousands of meters, another hundred angels were whirling and flying around the Holy Peak, swooping down from time to time, attacking the demons stationed at the top of the Holy Peak. There are also angels who are not melee. Just standing far away in the air, with a wave of his hands, a large area of holy flames or thick thunder and lightning will hit the top of the holy mountain.

Occasionally, an angel chanted a mantra, causing the Holy Light to descend from the sky and descend towards the Holy Peak. There are also powerful magicians at the top of the Sacred Peak, and from time to time purple, black, or blood-colored lightning will descend from the sky, slashing at the angels who stay in the air. Most lightning bolts are resisted by angels, but occasionally an angel falls from a high altitude surrounded by electric fire. They often turn into a bright flame in the air before they even hit the ground.

Blood clouds kept churning in the sky. An unusually large dragon was moving through the clouds at a speed not befitting its size. Fighting with dozens of angels. The angels' land weapons can damage it, but they are not lethal. However, the pale black dragon breath spewed out by the demon dragon, as long as the angels were stained with a little, it would not be long before their movements would slow down and fall from the sky on their own. In mid-air, these angels will embark on a path of destruction. It's just that instead of turning into flames, they explode into a pale black mist that slowly disappears in the wind of the Demon Realm.

At the top of the peak, there is another small figure struggling to jump. She would jump out of the Sacred Peak every time, but she seemed to be pulled by a strange force, and no matter how far she jumped from the Sacred Peak, she would fall back to the top of the Holy Mountain.

This small figure is Loga, and almost every time she jumps, an angel sprays blood from under her giant blade!

The demons on the ground are stalling for time, and the battle on the top of the holy mountain is attacking and defending each other, and those angels who are fighting with the demon dragon and Luojia are in absolute inferiority.

Jeno stood in the distance, his eyes narrowed, staring at the battlefield in the distance.

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect to see so many angels in this final battle.

"It turns out to be a battle angel, it seems that the demon world is also the duty of the great Setanistoria......" Jeno thought to himself, a grim smile on the corner of his mouth.

He scanned the entire battlefield, and then his gaze landed somewhere in the sky. There, a golden sun hangs high. In the middle of the sun, stands a proud angel.

His aura was extremely powerful, and the four wings stretched out to the extreme behind him were radiating dazzling light, and in the light, there was a faint pair of light wings!

The light was like a waterfall, surging towards the top of the holy peak. It's just that there is a faint and invisible dark light shield around the holy mountain, which can block the holy light gushing out from his wings. Once the Battle Angels entered this light shield, the Holy Radiance on their bodies would immediately dim, and their combat power would be greatly reduced. They were not Luo Jia's opponents at all, and their combat power was weakened again, and the little Luo Jia was simply a knife to kill.

It was only under the continuous impact of the golden waterfall that although the dark light mask could remain intact, Jeno could still see that it was shrinking little by little at an extremely slow speed.

However, at this rate, the dark light shield will not break until all the Battle Angels have fallen. Then why did the four-winged angel, whose power was so great that it was indescribable, still not participate in the battle, but was only satisfied with standing in the air and suppressing the resistance on the holy peak with the Holy Radiance?

The answer soon emerged.

The blood of the distant sky was torn apart, and a loud chant could be heard in the distance, and a team of hundreds of battle angels slowly emerged from the blood cloud. As soon as they appeared, they immediately flew towards the battlefield with all their might, and without waiting for the angel in the air to command, they immediately threw themselves into the battle in full swing!

Jeno's face slowly grimened, and he had already discovered that the number of angels flying in this batch was exactly the same as the number of angels who had just fallen! Could it be that these destroyed angels could have reformed in the heavenly realm so quickly after decomposing into their original form, and had descended to participate in the battle?

If this is the case, even if there are millions of demon warriors, how can they avoid defeat?

At the moment when Jeno's gaze fell on him, the angel high in the air happened to also turn his head and meet Jeno's gaze. Although they were far away, Jeno could clearly see that in the center of his cold eyes was a pair of swirling tetrahedra.

Jeno smiled coldly, no longer looking at the angel in the sky, his gaze fell on the top of the holy peak, the small figure that was constantly jumping, and his heart suddenly jumped a few times.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, Lorga is also looking at Jeno at this time, and Jeno can even see that she shows him an extremely innocent and lovely smile. But while she was smiling, the giant blade in her hand made a cross, splitting an angel that had been dragged by the shapeless force field into four pieces!

Jeno sighed in his heart, he knew that he had found the person he was looking for.

Jeno looked at the angels flying in the sky, and then looked at the millions of demons who were fighting to the death, and suddenly let out a low roar, took a big stride, and ran towards the decisive battlefield!

The distance is amazing.

A few steps later, Jeno was already in the middle of the battlefield. He reached out and grabbed a Holy Flame Greatsword from the hands of a battle angel, and then his left hand was like lightning, and it was instantly pressed on the face of the angel who had not yet reacted.

Bang!

The Battle Angel's head had exploded into a ball of bright flames.