A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, followed by thunder and a torrential downpour. In the midst of the storm, a figure flew across the battlefield, her form as fast as lightning, dodging the fierce attacks of the enemy.

Suddenly, an arrow broke through the air and hit Yuanyuan's vital point. Her heart tightened, but her body had already reacted instinctively. She swerved sideways, teleporting to the side of the arrow. However, she was still grazed by the arrow and her shoulder was bruised, and blood flowed out.

Yuanyuan gritted her teeth and frowned in pain. She clearly felt that her physical strength was rapidly draining. She couldn't afford to fall, there was still so much she needed to accomplish. Yuan Yuan glared fiercely at the enemy, and her eyes flashed with determination.

At this time, a figure rushed to Yuanyuan's side, he was Mu Yu. He watched Yuanyuan get hurt, and his heart ached. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, as if a storm was brewing.

Mu Yu clenched his fists, and Yuanyuan's injury aroused his strong desire to protect. A white mask appears on his face, symbolizing that he has entered a rampage. His eyes turned red, and a powerful burst of energy erupted from his body, knocking the enemies around him back.

Mu Yu didn't speak, he just stood silently in front of Yuanyuan, like an unshakable mountain. His presence is the most severe warning to the enemy. He will not let anyone hurt Yuanyuan again, even if he pays a big price, he will not hesitate to do it.

Mu Yu stood in place, wearing a white mask with an expressionless face, making his emotions seem to be completely covered, and he was so indifferent that his heart seemed to be like water. His gaze shines through the mask to the enemy in front of him, as if he has seen through all the vanity and goes straight to the essence.

The thunder and lightning in his hand suddenly jumped, like a spirit snake dancing rapidly, turning into a long sword, the sword body flashed with dazzling lightning, the sword was extremely sharp, with a fierce momentum and unstoppable power. The sword body seemed to be made of the purest thunder and lightning, and a strong electric current was attached to it, making every swing with a roaring thunder, like thunder descending from the sky.

Mu Yu clenched his sword and launched a fierce attack on the enemy. With each swing, it's like you're about to split the enemy in front of you in half. Although the enemy also had a certain strength, under the attack of Mu Yu's thunder and lightning sword, it seemed that he was powerless to fight back.

Mu Yu's attack became more and more fierce, and the thunder and lightning sword danced in his hand one after another, and those afterimages seemed to carry traces of electric light, illuminating everything around him. And under his attack, the enemy seemed to be swallowed by the endless power of thunder and lightning, and there was not even the slightest chance to resist.

Under the reflection of the thunder and lightning sword, Mu Yu's eyes did not have any emotion, as if his emotions had been completely stripped away, and only the most instinctive desire to fight remained. Each of his attacks was precise and ruthless, giving no respite at all.

The texture of the mask is hard, as if it is carefully carved jade, without a single blemish. Its color is that pure white, like snow in winter, without a trace of impurities. There was no expression on this cold mask, it calmly covered Mu Yu's face, as if to merge with his skin.

When the blood of the enemy splattered on Mu Yu's mask, the scarlet trail slipped off the mask, but it could not leave any traces. Mu Yu still stood there calmly, his eyes were like an abyss, deep and emotionless. The blood of the enemy left a series of sinuous marks on his mask, but those blood stains could not penetrate the depths of the mask, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier. His gaze looked through the bloodstains, as if he could see through everything and directly penetrate the enemy's heart.

Under this ruthless mask, Mu Yu's eyes were like a sharp sword, pointing straight at the enemy's heart. There was no trace of warmth in his eyes, like a winter wind, biting cold. His gaze terrifies his enemies, as if haunted by an invisible ghost. Under this mask of indifference, Mu Yu's heart is like a still lake, calm and deep, making it impossible to glimpse his true emotions.

He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, feeling the coldness and power coming from it. Whispering in his heart, he felt his own pulse, and the endless power seemed to burst out of his body.

The battle began, and the powerhouses of the three dead realms attacked first. They wielded the weapons in their hands, and each blow had the power to destroy the world. However, Mu Yu did not flinch, he rushed forward in the face of the opponent's attack. His sword slashed through space with a fierce momentum like a dragon's roar, slashing at his enemies.

The collision of swords with swords produced violent vibrations. Every collision is as if there is the power of a mountain being flattened. The shock wave made the surrounding space tremble. However, Mu Yu was not afraid, and his eyes flashed with determination.

Mu Yu's power gradually exploded, and it was an irresistible force. His sword slashed at his foes with indifference and cruelty like the blade of death. Each slash carries with it an indescribable majesty and determination.

Under Mu Yu's onslaught, the powerhouses of the three dead realms began to retreat. Their attacks were defused by Mu Yu, and their defenses were as weak as paper paste under Mu Yu's sword. Their eyes were full of horror and uneasiness, and they never thought they would be so embarrassed in a battle.

After all, the three dead realms are no match for the outbreak of Mu Yu. Although they are strong, Mu Yu's sword is stronger than them. Every swing of the sword caused a tremor in space, as if it was about to tear the whole world apart. His sword danced like a bolt of lightning, swiftly slicing across the battlefield, bringing with it the shadow of death.

The outbreak of Mu Yu shook everyone. His sword pierced through the darkness like a meteor and slashed the enemies of the three dead realms. Every sword strike is like ringing the bell of death, announcing the end of the enemy. Under Mu Yu's sword, the enemies of the three dead realms became so small that they were instantly cut down like autumn leaves.

The battlefield instantly became silent, and only the sword in Mu Yu's hand was waving. The enemies in front of him had fallen, their bodies like broken dolls on the battlefield, blood staining the earth red.

In the end, Mu Yu's sword passed through the chest of the last strong man, and he coldly watched the other party slowly fall. There was no joy in his heart, only a deep exhaustion and relief.

At this moment, the tip of his sword trembled slightly, and the powerhouses of the three major death realms were no match for Mu Yu's outbreak after all, they were killed, and their threat was eliminated. Mu Yu's eyes returned to calm, which was the tranquility and serenity after the storm.