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In fact, when the vast Black Sea washed away the scarlet demon tide, if it weren't for the fact that there were still a large number of demons hovering outside the city, and countless black crows still flying in the sky above the Northern Regions, then at this moment, these remaining survivors, they would almost have thought that this raging demon tide was just illusory.

However, this great catastrophe is not illusory after all, and the once prosperous country is in ruins. The light of the underworld that drew the dead still shone in all directions, and the meteors that shook off the flaming towers still streaked across the sky. The two monsters, whose existence is a natural disaster, nearly razed half of the city with their pure violence, as if to tell the world that even if the demon tide retreats, no one in this world can stop them from wreaking.

Nothing is over yet, as long as these two natural disasters are here, then this catastrophe is not over.

But—

Doubts arose in the hearts of the survivors.

Does Lord Juggernaut really have the power to stop them?

They wondered what was going on with the Lord, if he had been seriously injured after the pure white beam of light had streaked across the sky, and had he exhausted the last of his strength after the black sea had covered everything?

Their eyes widened, staring at the spire of the tower, their eyes full of worry and hope.

They knew that their hopes for His Excellency might be just delusional, but in their hearts they inevitably hoped to see a miracle, and "greedily" hoped to witness an epic and a legend.

In the sky of the Northern Regions, at this moment when it should have been daylight, the night became deeper and deeper.

Ian slowly walked out of the tower, stepped on the steps of nothingness, and stepped into the stage in the sky. And when he slowly opened the curtain of the night, and since his figure appeared on the stage, all the creatures on the ground held their breath, and even the natural disasters that were fighting endlessly shifted a little attention in the direction where he was.

The Death Bird let out a roar that shook the air at this moment, it had gained the upper hand in the battle with Athoris, and did not want to be disturbed by an equal presence at such a critical moment, so it used this roar to warn Ian to stay away from here, or it would cost him dearly!

However, this made no sense to Ian. His face was calm, ignoring its warnings, and he continued to walk slowly towards them. He has already paid the price he can't afford the most, but where will he care about the revenge of this "little crow"?

A roar of rage rang out, but this time it was no longer a warning. The near-endless ogres felt the wrath of their gods, and at the direction of the "gods", they pressed down on Ian like a dark cloud to make the human who had blasphemed their gods pay.

In the eyes of the survivors on the ground, these demons covered the sky, bared their teeth and claws, and in an instant, they surrounded the figure of the Sword Saint in the center, as if they were about to rush to pounce and tear him apart and devour him. This terrifying scene made almost everyone on the ground pale, and even those who knew that the Sword Saint would be able to deal with the past couldn't help but feel a deep sense of worry in their hearts.

Ian didn't react to the demons that swooped in. Or rather, he had already prepared for it, but no one could see it. He still walked on the staircase of nothingness, calmly moving forward, turning every inch of the heavenly dome he walked through into the eternal night, as if he had nothing of these vicious and terrible demons.

The mortals on earth couldn't understand why he was so confident that he didn't pay any attention to the magic cloud that hung over him. It wasn't until the ogres flew to a distance of fifty yards from him, and it wasn't until the ogres suddenly broke in two in the void that they fell silent and let out a cry of surprise.

What's going on?

They felt incredible.

They didn't see Ian swing his sword, nor did they see him summon a large number of swords and stab them at the demons. However, in such silence, any Abusive Ogre that came within fifty yards of Ian would suddenly split into several pieces and rain down from the sky, as if an invisible blade was cutting back and forth around him, slashing all the demons that came in its way.

Could this be one of the unrevealed mental images of His Excellency the Juggernaut?

They had a vague guess in their hearts, because for this supreme powerhouse who appeared in the Northern Regions as if he had appeared out of nowhere, everything about him was almost a mystery to everyone. No one knows where he came from, no one knows his true body, and no one knows how many mental images he has awakened and how many miracles he has mastered.

Therefore, in the face of this incredible spectacle, they will guess that the other party has revealed a new ability.

However, in fact they all guessed wrong.

Ian didn't use any other mental image, he just used the most basic power of the Eternal Night Sword Curtain like Phil, summoning black swords from the void, and then hiding them in the night, hovering in the air, waiting for the sadistic ogres to collide with them.

Yes, it's that simple.

When the noisy ogres swooped down and slammed into the blades hidden in the night, they cut themselves in half......

People are different, and the same mental image is armed, and when it comes to different people, its usage may be completely different. After all, Ian and Phil have a slight difference, and the eternal night sword curtain is in their hands, and its usage will naturally be different.

Just as Phil would turn it into a curtain that obscured the sky, Ian could turn it into a black sea that covered the earth. On the basis of this summoning of ten thousand swords, Ian can learn from the previous usage derived from Fei'er, but of course he will also have his own perceptions.

There is no distinction between superior and inferior, and there is no such thing as one or the other. It's just a basic ability, two different directions of mental image derivation.

As in the current situation, if it were used by Fei'er, she would naturally tear off a piece of the night and fan these "crows" like flies, or shoot them down one by one with a sword. And in Ian's hands, he naturally created this moth to the flames.

So, in the dark clouds that covered the sky, he easily walked out of a path, and when he stopped again, he had already passed through all the obstacles and truly stood in front of the two great natural disasters. (To be continued.) )