The world has been in turmoil lately, and war has started on almost all fronts.

Not only the living and the living fight the living, but also the living and the dead join forces to kill the dead.

No, it's in this spatial rift.

The battle is still in full swing, and it has entered an unusual state.

Most of them float in the sky and attack with magnetic fields.

There aren't many people on the other side, but they are all good hands of the Netherworld.

Therefore, the death of the dragon is very serious, and some can't even keep their souls.

After being attacked, it is a beating, and then even the soul of the body will be blown to pieces.

This kind of thing should not be counted in detail, but the casualties are increasing dramatically every day.

There was a time when the limit was broken and even the wounded had to go into battle.

Here, those who are seriously injured will be pulled away by the car, and those who are slightly injured are not allowed to get out of the line of fire at all.

This is a great wall of human flesh, fiercely building a wall between the netherworld and the human world.

The only way they could rush at them was to force them all to death.

And this also requires a process, and Shenlong has grasped this.

Now cooperate with the underworld to attack and defend.

This is the current situation, and the family is moving towards the family.

Rounding up each other's people together to cause the most damage in the shortest amount of time.

It's been a battle here for many days, and a lot of dust has been added to the already dark ground.

It was evidence of broken souls, evidence of a man who had died here and whose soul had dissipated.

But now there are too many, and dust has covered the whole land.

People on both sides are also tired, and rushing kills are not so frequent.

If you don't come, you won't come, and if you come, you'll come big.

It has gone from an ordinary state to this idea of a chicken kill.

And on a hill, two floating figures accompanied an old man.

Looking down at the battlefield below, the old man spoke first.

"Two marshals, my Shenlong is still mobilizing troops, and this line of defense must be defended."

The shadow on the left laughed and said in that slightly shrill voice.

"You're in it for hope, aren't you?".

The old man didn't play dumb riddles, and nodded decisively.

"There are some reasons for that, I can't let them go anyway.".

The shadow on the right, looking at the battle below.

Pinch garlic in his hand for a while, and say in his mouth.

"Our soul strength is not enough, I'm afraid it's too late to find someone."

The old man frowned and gently pressed his fingers between his eyebrows.

He said as he rubbed it.

"Using the soul excision machine has cost the Netherworld an important combat power, and I will light a fire again, and if it really doesn't work, I will temporarily close this space with flames."

The shadow on the right thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"No, those masters can still come out."

The figure on the left smiled and said with his sleeve over his mouth.

"I think it's still good to play like this, and it can drag everyone in the safest way."

The old man waved his hand and brushed his sideburns again.

"None of the methods are good, we need a complete approach, not a victory."

The two shadows didn't speak this time, just looked down quietly.

The old man also glanced at it from time to time, but most of the time he still glanced at the crowd.

His nerves were tense, and his qualities in all aspects were adjusted to the peak.

He's looking for targets, people who can make his own shots.

In other words, the lethality of our side is very great, and it must be stopped in time.

They are generally served by the enemy's grassroots commanders, and for a while they are hidden in many ordinary arms.

It's hard to control, and if you don't clean it up well, it's easy to get into trouble.

It's very annoying, because they have good patience, and they don't know when to make a sneak attack.

And they have a very clear understanding of themselves, they never look for trouble with the top leaders on the other side, and they kill people of the same level as themselves.

Some people simply can't adapt to their way of killing, and naturally they are now terrified.

But they didn't feel good, and of course they had to stare at the old man on the top of the mountain.

You know, you were a rat when I didn't get you out, and when I caught you, I wasn't even a fart

This is the truth, which is more serious than the truth.

I still remember that a few days ago, there was a team of brothers who were in the hands of the old man, and the reason was that they were exposed, but the old man raised his hand and snapped his fingers and died.

I have a lot of experience on my side, so I learned a little important information.

That old man is likely to be a guy with explosive force values, a master who can smash a mountain peak with one punch.

That's right, can't be messed with.

It's best when you do your job and hide yourself at the same time.

This is the idea of the two sides now, and there is no end upturned.

Because they have met an opponent and cannot be proud.

On the one hand, he is a master of the Netherworld, and on the other hand, he is a professional member of the Shenlong Special Operations Force.

Just fight.

No one can get out, and of course it's hard to get in again.

This space has been completely poisoned, and it is almost destroyed after fighting all the way.

There is no end, only duels.

I don't know how many people rushed out at the bottom of the hill? Finally, blood spilled into the sky.

Some are still fighting, others have already fallen headlong.

Then the soul floated out of the body and plunged headlong into the crowd in the sky.

As the red blood soared, the green open flame flew the sword.

The sky turned completely green, red blood and black gray glue on the ground.

Countless souls swooped down from the sky, rushing towards the opponents below with the solitude unique to the Netherworld.

The members of the Shenlong repeatedly used small batches of formations to form large formations, and repeatedly rushed to kill.

Destruction is done in all respects, so that the rhythm of the soul is not coherent.

At the same time, those who have time can also withdraw some, and then rush up with a wave of firepower.

Some people are more stunned and scatter directly with steel balls.

Every now and then, the sky will suddenly burst into an extremely brilliant green and red color, and then a loud curse will be heard all around.

A lot of the time the souls of both sides will be shot through by the steel balls, and finally the souls will be injured, which is tantamount to reporting death on this kind of battlefield.

True death to death.

The soul is scattered, and the body is dead.

But there are still members of the Divine Dragon who do this, and the scolding voices are also coming and going.

Maybe this is a kind of send-off, and what they want to express is not to stop.

This is the lament of the warriors, the best certificate for a war.

Casualties cannot be avoided, so deal with them head-on.

There is never a shortage of tough guys on the battlefield, and those ruthless people are even more constant.

Here, those who are afraid of death always die first, and those who are not afraid of death often survive.

There is no specific relationship, and there is no skill.

It is the old routine that ghosts and gods are afraid of people's hearts, and immortals and Buddhas are afraid of evil people.

If you don't die, he will die, and if you learn to move forward, then he should also retreat.

This is the law and order, and the old people on the battlefield understand the truth.

So the sound of the battle sounded again, and the waves of fire erupted into the sky like a fountain.

A handful of green fireworks bloomed again, mixed with golden rays and waves of fire.

"It's a good journey.".

The soldier, who had already been hit in the chest by the launcher, lay on the ground at once.

Then he shouted the words that had been born the most here, and then rolled up.

He threw the empty launcher to his companion and rushed up himself.

This kind of thing is happening in many places, and you can't go back.

Yes, neither the Netherworld nor the Divine Dragon can retreat.

This time the battle can only be carried hard, and whoever is killed will be bad.

One side is only for hope, and there is hope for the people after that.

In order to destroy hope, one side should not open the dark door of heaven and earth.

So, give it a go.