Along the way, desperate forest dwellers jumped on these treemen, who were often twenty or thirty meters high, and borrowed their legs to leave the doomed forest.

"Mark Destini - how dare you ......" Gordon's hoarse voice seemed to come from the deepest depths of the abyss, and it glared at Mark with red eyes and gritted its teeth.

At the same time, not only tens of thousands of demons abandoned their original goals and ran towards the coast, but a surging pestilence mist began to entrench on the coastline. Gordon wants every tree man who dares to cross the coastline and step into the sea to melt on the spot.

It wasn't until Gordon's men had assembled on the coast that Mark snorted.

"Humph!"

Mark's trident slammed into the deck.

In the next second, the originally calm sea suddenly set off terrifying waves.

A terrifying wave more than five kilometers wide and 100 meters high swept towards the shore under the drive.

"Boom!"

What a tsunami!

Millions of tons of terrifying water bodies smashed on the coastline without any fancy.

In the blink of an eye, whether it is a reef that has not fallen for thousands of years after being invaded by waves, or an ordinary gravel beach, it is all gone.

It's like a huge deep-sea beast that gnaws away kilometers of coast like a fruit.

Along with the disappearance, there are tens of thousands of elite demons in Gordon.

"Ahh Sipala, the elf of the woods, slumped on the shoulders of a tree elder.

Living in a peaceful environment where she had never experienced a battlefield, she suddenly faced this supernatural divine power war.

Looking at the severed limbs, black flesh and bones, and the corpses of demons that could no longer be violent, Sipala couldn't help but look down and retch, nearly falling off the treant's shoulder.

At this moment, she had a further understanding of the power of her new master.

In fact, it's not just her, as Gordon, who is facing Mark's strength, is also a little weak in his legs and pale in complexion.

The plague fog outside it belies this nicely.

At the end of the day, it's just a demon general.

Although the powerful demon god will be able to beat the low-level gods, such as those rookies from the art department opposite, with and without an artifact in hand, the strength shown can be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

Seeing Mark destroy the entire coastline with one blow, Gordon is still ruthless!

Once upon a time, Gordon also had a dream of killing the Overworld and killing all sides.

Now it seems...... Go to the dream of peat dominance.

The combat power of the two sides is not at the same level at all.

didn't dare to release half a cruel word, and Gordon retreated on the spot.

Who knows if Mark will be able to unleash the next blow, such as destroying everything within fifty kilometers of the coastline with a terrible waterspout?

The artifact of the sea system, Gordon really doesn't understand.

Only Mark himself knew that the blow just now had consumed seventy percent of the divine power inside.

He is a three-plate axe, and he can't release the second axe.

Fortunately, the effect is bearable!

Gordon retreated, meaning it wouldn't dare to come back again.

As long as the Treant can step into the sea through the land in front of him full of corrosive plague soil, it is not something it can control. On the contrary, if you don't have the ability to run for your life, then stay obediently and become a prisoner of the plague.

The Treant continued with heavy, huge steps. They don't know how many difficulties they will face and how much pain they will endure in the future, but they still choose to move forward.

Along the way, many of the forest people who had gathered around them were poisoned by the plague mist and fell headlong.

They can't take care of it anymore.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

Perhaps stepping into the sea, what awaits them is not salvation, but staying is bound to be destruction.

By this time, the fleet led by Mark had begun to approach the shore. z.br

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Led by the Caribbean, four dreadnoughts lined up, and behind them were a large array of freighters.

Approaching the shore, this is already the limit of what Mark can do.

Further, it meant that he would have to use the little divine power in the trident to harden the corrosive power that the plague god had accumulated for hundreds of years. Not to mention the loss, it is easy to leak the bottom.

A few kind-hearted goddesses on the ship can only be in a hurry in this situation.

Seeing that many of the tree people could no longer hold on, the corrosion on their bodies became more and more intense, a large number of leaves and branches fell down, and even the torsos began to wither rapidly, very magically, the ground under their feet suddenly gushed out a clear spring.

Right!

Unpolluted, a clear spring containing shallow divine power.

In the rippling water spring, there is a crystal brilliance, and the soft divine power is revealed from the shallow ripples, although it is extremely weak, it can still slightly slow down the tragic corrosion of the treeman's legs, and even some of the powerful treeman elders can also use this power to make the roots of the legs sprout again, forming a vine-like mat to isolate new corrosion to the greatest extent.

This is a clear spring, but also a spark of hope, like a glimmer of morning light in the darkness and depth.

The illusory arm of the goddess of the lake was raised, and she seemed to smile as if to guide the children of the forest forward.

Everyone on the boat was completely shocked by such a scene, and they couldn't say it for a long time, even Mark.

Originally, he only wanted to cut off his beard and pick up a cheap one, but he didn't expect to see such a noble scene.

Little did he know that a divine sound was communicating through a tree root that had not yet been corroded, buried deep in the ground.

The goddess of the lake said firmly.

It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come.

Mark fought against so many evil gods and slaughtered their priests and knights of the apocalypse, how could the elders of the evil gods not know?

If it weren't for the fear of his god-king fellow, Mark would have grown three feet of grass on his grave, and his soul would have gone to the prison of pain to report.

The Dryad's voice was full of shock

In the next moment, two vast and surging divine thoughts came from the air, connecting to the surface of Mark's soul.

Not a break-in, but a very polite ...... Knock.