The next month.

The Seven Realms Alliance used the spatial fault as a barrier to defend with all its might, desperately resisting the attack of the Necromantic Legion.

Every battle was fierce.

Every day, the allies of other worlds want to evacuate.

The Heavenly Punishment Realm Lord was almost pleading, begging these allies to stay.

There is only the last bit of hope left in the Heavenly Punishment Realm, the last bit of faint hope.

Except for waiting for Yin Jieluo to realize the mystery of the Heavenly Emperor's Order, there is no longer any possibility of turning defeat into victory.

However, time passed day by day, and there was no good news from the Jinlin Temple.

Not even a word came out.

The more silence there is, the less hope one feels.

However, no matter how little hope may be, it is the only light in the night.

The Heavenly Punishment Realm Lord could only hold on to this faint hope and hold on desperately.

Even if he no longer believed that any miracle would happen to Yin Gero in his heart, he could only lie to himself, there was still hope.

Day 28.

The Necromantic Legion once again invaded the second layer of the Heavenly Punishment Realm.

And there is a dark god tree that penetrates the spatial fault and grows into this layer of space.

The Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Realm tried his best to fight and block.

A melodious whisper, like a talisman, was telling him that the time left in the Heavenly Punishment Realm was running out.

The Heavenly Punishment Realm Lord roared at the person playing the piano on the heavenly dome: "Shut up!

The Lord of the Cangyan Realm looked at him indifferently, and said indifferently: "Have you lost your temper to the point where you can't distinguish between the sound of the piano and the voice? At this moment, do you feel the pain of the destruction of your homeland? Once upon a time, when the Cangyan Realm was reduced to ashes in your atrocities, did you ever think that I was as painful as you." ”

The Lord of the Punishment Heaven Realm roared: "You have succeeded now, are you satisfied? The Punishment Heaven Realm is about to be destroyed in your hands, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied?"

A touch of coldness flashed in the eyes of the Cangyan Realm Lord, and he said leisurely: "The moment the Cangyan Realm was destroyed, I had already died with it. All that is happening now is that you are atoning for the atrocities of the past. The Heavenly Punishment Realm is just the beginning, none of the seven high-level worlds can escape!"

"Ahh

The Heaven Punishment Realm Lord roared angrily and swung his sword to slash away.

The two sides fought together.

This time the Necronomicon was fierce.

Of course, when the Demon Dragon Yuan Fetus and the Three Demon Gods of the Eclipse Sun Demon Abyss attacked the second layer of space, the Seven Realms Alliance began to rout.

The Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Realm hurriedly sent his guards to the Jinlin Holy Driver to invite Yin Jieluo to fight.

However, the Golden Lin Holy Driver rose directly into the air, retreated to the last layer of space, and ordered the entire army to retreat.

The Heaven Punishment Realm Lord was resentful, but there was nothing he could do but protect the army and withdraw to the last layer of space.

He tried his best to keep the Heavenly Punishment Realm, and did everything he could, but in the end he still came to this point.

Half a day later.

The flames of war were extinguished, and the Heavenly Punishment Realm lost another layer of space, leaving only the last layer of space.

This layer of space is the last and smallest layer.

The size of this layer of space was less than one-twentieth of the entire Heaven Punishment Realm.

In this twentieth of the land, tens of billions of civilians in the Punishment Heaven Realm gathered.

More than half of the civilians in the Heavenly Punishment Realm are here.

These tens of billions of civilians did not live here in the first place, but slowly migrated after the start of this war.

Each layer of space is lost, and the civilians of the Heaven Punishment Realm will be the first to move to the next layer of space.

Because the space at the forefront of the war was facing a ruthless war, these mortals who had not cultivated had no power to resist in that kind of war.

Therefore, these tens of billions of civilians are constantly moving and moving.

Layers of space migrated down, and eventually reached the last layer of space.

This is the last barrier, and there is no way back.

Once the last layer of space is lost, these tens of billions of living beings will also die in the flames of war.

The Heaven Punishment Realm Lord stood on the edge of the spatial fault, looking at the people standing in front of the temple, only helplessness and guilt were left in his heart.

These ordinary creatures, like him, are flesh and blood, living on this land.

However, when the war came, they had no power to resist.

All they could do was kneel in front of the temple and pray, or pray for a miracle, or wait for death to come.

The civilians kneeling in front of the temple, with their hands on their chests, prayed earnestly and sang the ballad: "Our homeland, baptized in the flames of war...... Our warriors have never taken half a step back......"

The song spread out, causing hundreds of people to echo in unison.

The song is like a lamp, lighting up the temporary villages.

The weak and helpless civilians gathered in the village, clasped their hands in their hearts, and sang to the sky: "Our homeland, baptized in the flames of war...... Our warriors have never taken half a step back......"

Thousands of voices, billions of voices singing at the same time.

The sound is like a flood of bells, like a galaxy rushing, echoing in the sky.

When the Heaven Punishment Realm Lord heard this Sanskrit chanting, his heart finally collapsed, and he knelt down in front of the spatial fault, his hands propped on the ground, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He knew that his people were singing the unyielding battle song of the Heavenly Punishment Realm, and that the song contained their last hope.

He knew that the last thing his people wanted was news of victory that he, the Lord of the Realm, would bring them.

However, when he heard the singing, he fell to his knees.

Because, he knew in his heart that he alone could not stop the army of necromancy.

He broke down and wept aloud.

When hot tears dripped down the rocks and stirred up dust, he could not remember how long it had been that he had not cried.

At this moment, when the Heavenly Punishment Realm was on the verge of destruction, he finally couldn't bear this despair.

When night falls.

The people of the Heavenly Punishment Realm continued to sing with their lamps in their hands.

Songs echoed between heaven and earth, expressing their most devout wishes.

This night is not destined to be peaceful.

When midnight passed.

It's the thirtieth day.

It was also the last day of the month that Yin Gero had promised.

After the Heaven Punishment Realm Lord cried bitterly, his emotions gradually calmed down, he gathered his mood and stood up, and walked towards the direction of the Jinlin Temple.

He wanted to see Ingelo and ask about the final outcome.

He has experienced an inner breakdown, and he can already face it calmly, if the end is destruction, he decided to be buried here with the Punishment Heaven Realm and the hundreds of millions of people in the Punishment Heaven Realm.

Meanwhile.

In the Golden Lin Temple.

Yin Jieluo smashed the table with a "bang" and roared: "Sing, sing, sing...... These lowly ants, after a day of singing, can they stop?

At this time.

Yin Weinu walked into the door of the temple and respectfully said, "Son of God, the Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Realm asks to see you." ”

"See what, let him go!" Yin Gero pointed to the temple door and roared loudly.