Yapold Dahl and Mu Yu went head-to-head, and every punch and kick they threw was full of strength and majesty. Yapold Dahl, a warrior known for his strength, felt a challenge he had never felt before. The enemy in front of him, Mu Yu, seemed ordinary, but he broke through his defense again and again with unpredictable movements and strength.

Every boxing is like the intersection of two storms, with the sound of howling wind, rolling up a cloud of dust. Yapod Dahl's attack was as fierce as a storm, as if it could tear everything apart. However, Mu Yu is like a calm ocean, no matter how the wind and waves roll, he is as steady as Mount Tai, and even smiles in the storm.

Yapold Dahl couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what kind of power is this? It was possible to make him, a warrior known for his strength, so helpless. He didn't hold it anymore, he took a deep breath, and his hands instantly glowed with a ghostly light, a mysterious power that flowed from his fingertips to his entire body.

"Divine Skill: Strip Air!" Yapod Dahl let out a loud shout, and a huge energy field instantly appeared around his body. This energy field expands at an alarming rate, as if it is about to swallow all the air around it. Under the action of the energy field, the air seems to be stripped away, forming a huge vacuum.

And under this force, Mu Yu is still indifferent. There was a conviction in his eyes, as if no amount of attack could shake him. His figure floated in the air, as if it were one with the air. Then, with an indescribable speed, he rushed towards Yapold Dahl.

At this moment, time seems to slow down. Yapold Dahl's magic skill, Peeling Air, engulfs everything around him in a vacuum. However, Mu Yu's figure appeared directly in front of him as if he had passed through space. Their fists collided in the air, and that force instantly triggered an earth-shattering explosion.

Dust and debris flew through the air, and Yapold Dahl was pushed backwards by the force of the explosion. The astonishment and fear in his eyes were intertwined, and he couldn't understand how this seemingly ordinary Mu Yu could resist his divine skill and peel away the air.

The other side.

The white-haired scythe girl has a thrilling battle with the Cancer God.

Ariel, her face calm and resolute, wields the scythe with mysterious power. Her eyes were sparkling and shimmering with fearless determination. Her white hair fluttered in the starry sky, like the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens, cold and independent.

The god of Cancer, who emerges from the waves as if he is the embodiment of the ocean. His arms danced like churning the stars, rolling up layers of huge waves. His eyes were fierce and fanatical, and he was clearly eager for the battle. His cancer shell shone with the light of the stars, as if encased in a cosmic force.

The confrontation between the two is like a rift in the universe, and the space sways under their power. Ariel wielded her scythe, each slashing with a fierce storm. The Cancer God fought back with huge waves, setting off waves of monstrous waves, as if they were about to swallow up the entire universe.

Blood—Ariel's blood gushed out from her wounds, turning into red arcs. This blood drifted through the cosmic space, like the dust of the stars, but with a hotter temperature than the starlight. It turns into a force, a force against the waves.

In the face of the giant wave of the Cancer God, Ariel did not flinch. She uses blood as a medium to transform her life force into a powerful force. Every drop of blood was like a burning flame, bursting into brilliance when it collided with a great wave.

In Ariel's slender fingers, the scythe was like a crescent moon in the night sky, its curved blade glittering coldly in the starlight. She wields this deadly weapon with grace and determination, as if she is dancing with the power of the stars, full of mystery and majesty.

Blood, an unspeakable force, flowed from the blade of the scythe, hot as lava, yet cold as ice, a sharpness that seemed to cut through space. It filled the air, forming an invisible wall that blocked the Cancer God's range of motion in all directions. As if he was tightly bound by an invisible cage, the power of the Cancer God gradually weakened under the pressure of this blood, and his movements became sluggish, like a sinking stone in the deep sea, unable to get rid of that powerful binding force.

And the injury of the Cancer God is like an enraged flame, constantly intensifying. The scythe seemed to take away all his vitality, and every time he swung it, it seemed to cut the chain of his vitality. Cracks began to appear in his body, which were voids of strength, traces of the constant stripping of the moisture of life. His divine light began to dim, and the once dazzling golden light now seemed to be shrouded in thick dark clouds, without a trace of light.

Ariel's figure loomed in the blood, her eyes firm and cold, like the blade of the scythe, cutting through all obstacles that stood in her way. She was like a messenger of the stars, above all else, indifferently watching the struggle and pain of the Cancer god. Her movements are graceful and fluid, like the movement of the stars, unpredictable and unstoppable.

Ariel wielded her scythe, like a bolt of lightning slicing through the dark night sky. Under her control, the blood of the blood clan turned into a surging torrent, like a demon in the night, rushing towards the Cancer God with a strong corrosive aura.

The Cancer Star God, this once mighty god, seemed so helpless and small under the erosion of the blood of the blood clan. His body was corroded by the blood of the blood clan, like snow melting in the sun, and little by little he lost his strength. His eyes were full of horror and despair, as if he had seen an irreversible fate coming.

Ariel's eyes were full of determination and determination. Her gaze was like a falcon staring at its prey, locked tightly on the Cancer god. Her scythe-wielding arm strikes like a cheetah, swift and accurate. Under the erosion of the blood of the blood clan, the body of the Cancer God completely lost the ability to move, and could only be slaughtered by Ariel like a stone.

The final moment has come. Ariel's scythe blade shimmered with cold light, as if mocking the powerlessness of the Cancer god. With a forceful swing, the blade was like a scythe of death, instantly cutting off the head of the Cancer god. Dark red blood poured out like a waterfall and splashed all over Ariel's cheeks, making her look like a female star.

The Great War is over, and the life of the Cancer God is lost under Ariel's scythe. His body was eroded by the blood of the Bloodline, like a sandcastle melting in the waves, and finally turning into nothingness.

The figure of the Cancer envoy suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight, and with it the revelry of the dark army and the excitement of the werewolf and vampire army. With endless fervor and wildness, they led the charge against the United Army.

The army of darkness poured in like a tide on the battlefield, and their morale was high, as if they had seen the dawn of victory. Each Dark Soldier is like a cultist dominated by fanaticism, with nothing but the desire for victory and hatred for the enemy in their eyes. Led by an army of werewolves and vampires, they launched a fierce attack on the United Army.

Werewolves, these wild and mighty warriors, their roars like thunder, shook the entire battlefield. Their speed and strength give them an edge on the battlefield, and they are undaunted to charge at the enemy, tearing through the enemy's lines with their claws and fangs.

Vampires, these immortal creatures, their bodies as tough as swords, their eyes as cold steel. They weave their way around the battlefield, avoiding enemy attacks, and then counterattacking in their unique way. They bite their enemies with their sharp teeth, turning them into creatures like themselves.

The soldiers of the United Army were a little powerless in the face of such an attack. Although they bravely resisted, the strength of the dark army and the unique abilities of werewolves and vampires put them under pressure. However, they did not give up, and they knew that as long as there was one man on the battlefield, they could not let the army of darkness succeed.

The image of the werewolf of Mitheus is striking. He was a burly man, his muscles as hard as stone in the moonlight, and his silver-gray hair flowed with a mysterious sheen. However, at this time, there were two contradictory flames burning in his eyes: one was bright red blood, which was like the fire of hell in this darkness, burning the prairie and unstoppable; The other is a bright golden light, symbolizing light and purity, which is like a lighthouse in the midst of blood, illuminating the road ahead.

His hands morphed into claws, and his sharp nails glistened coldly in the moonlight. And the bloody power, like a stream, flowed from his fingertips and spread out in all directions. Under the influence of this force, the surrounding air was filled with a strong smell of blood. However, in the midst of this bloodshed, there is a wonderful power of light, which is like the morning sun piercing through the mist, making people feel a kind of warmth and hope.

Meanwhile, the Pisces envoy uses his hallucinatory abilities on the sidelines. His hands seemed to be slicing through the air, and then an invisible force surged towards Mitheus. Under his control, this force formed a huge bubble that completely enveloped Mitheus. The scene inside the bubble is constantly changing, as if it is a kaleidoscope, and it is dazzling to watch. But no matter how the scene inside changed, Mitheus remained calm, his eyes firm and clear, as if a mountain stood in front of him, and I stood still in the wind and rain.

In the bubble of Mitheus, the nature of the werewolf makes him aware of these hallucinations. He took a deep breath, the blood in the air that made his consciousness even more sober. He struggled, and the illusionary bubble burst like glass. As the bubble dissipates, Pisces' hallucinatory abilities also instantly become ineffective.

At this time, Mitheus was like the morning sun of dawn, rising from the darkness, and the power of his blood and golden light was even stronger. He strode forward, the bloody force whistling like a dragon and pounced on the Pisces star. In the face of this force, the Pisces Envoy's expression was full of astonishment and fear, and he could only watch as the power devoured him.

In that moment, the power of Mitheus's light illuminated the dark night like the sun. The werewolf figure he incarnated looked even more powerful in the moonlight, and the golden light in his eyes was like a beacon, guiding him in the direction of his progress. The blood in his hands intertwined with the power of light, forming a powerful wave of energy that galloped forward.

The outcome of this battle is obvious. The hallucinatory powers of the Pisces envoy seemed so insignificant in the face of Mitheus's blood and the power of light.

Mitheus and Pisces stand opposite each other, and the air between them seems to be filled with tension and antiquity. Mitheus, the valiant demigod, his eyes were firm and resolute, and he faced the mighty Pisces herald without fear.

Mitheus's fingers stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he felt the cold metal and mysterious magic. He drew his sword with all his might, and the blade of the sword shone brightly in the dim forest, as if to speak of an unyielding will to fight. It was a huge sword, its body inlaid with stars, and the hilt made of dragon scales, imbued with mystical power.

Seeing this, the Pisces envoy smiled lightly, and a water mirror suddenly appeared in his hand, reflecting the scene of thousands of troops and horses, as if to suck the entire battlefield into it. With a forceful swing, the images in the mirrors began to condense in the air, forming an impregnable wall of phantoms.

Undaunted, Mitheus raised his sword above his head and concentrated his strength on the phantom wall. The moment his sword touched the phantom wall, it emitted a blinding light that seemed to engulf the entire world. Eventually, his sword was able to penetrate the phantom wall, completely fending off the Pisces Herald's attack.

Seeing this, the Pisces envoy showed a surprised expression. He waved the water mirror in his hand and attacked again. This time, his attacks became more intense, and the phantom walls became stronger. However, Mitheus was not intimidated, he swung the sword in his hand, and each swing seemed to cut all the obstacles that stood in his way. He was athletic, like a bolt of lightning through the forest, flawing every attack perfectly.

The battle between the two intensifies, and their attacks and defenses are intertwined into a magnificent picture. Every sword collision was like a clash of metals, making a deafening sound. Each attack unleashed was like a carnival of power, tearing apart the air around it.

Mu Feng was taking the seriously injured Mu Douhuang and quickly retreated to the rear of the army. Their path was stopped by a grim figure—it was the Aries Star Emissary, whose eyes shone with the light of the stars, mysterious and majestic.

The hands of the Aries Star Envoy danced in the air, and strange plants grew out of his hands, green vines, thorns, and trees, like a microcosm of a forest. He manipulated the plants with unparalleled spiritual power, as if giving them life. He smiled, as if admiring the trap he had carefully weaved.

Feeling threatened by the Aries Emissary, Mu Feng understood that they had been trapped in a predicament from which they could not escape. He took a deep breath and clenched Qinglei with both hands, a long sword full of power, the blade of which shimmered with cyan lightning. He raised his sword and rushed towards the sea of plants controlled by the Aries Star Emissary.

The collision between the green thunder and the plant caused a violent tremor. Mu Feng's swordsmanship is like the wind, sharp and decisive, cutting off the plants one by one. But the Aries Star Envoy didn't stop there, he gave life to these plants with his spiritual powers, and instead of withering after being attacked, they launched a counterattack against the Pastoral Wind.

The branches and leaves of the plants dance like snakes, winding towards the pastoral wind. Mu Feng felt a burst of pressure, and his steps became difficult. The wounds on his body began to ooze blood, but his eyes did not change because of this, and he still rushed forward with determination.

The green thunder roared in his hand, and the power of thunder and lightning churned on the sword. Whipped his sword, she slashed at the plants of the Aries Star Envoy again and again. Every time he collided, he felt a pang of weakness. But his eyes were full of determination and determination.

He knew that he couldn't back down. He wants to protect the Emperor and break the trap of the Aries Star Envoy. He's going to fight to the end.

In the fierce battle, the spiritual power of the Shepherd Wind and the Aries Star Envoy collided with each other. Their eyes met, and each other's eyes were filled with persistence and determination in battle. This battle will determine their survival or death.

With a flick of Mu Feng's fingers, a faint green mist filled the air. This is the magical power that the green dragon blood flowing in his body gives him. He uses qi to control wood and wood to control grass, which is his talent and his responsibility.

In front of him, the Aries Star God, the legendary king of the Wood Control Technique, also showed his power at this moment. In the hands of the Aries Star God, a huge golden tree rose from the ground, its branches and leaves dancing, exuding a powerful vitality. This is his natal spirit wood, and it is also the source of his power.

However, in the face of the power of the Aries Star God, Mu Feng did not flinch. With his fingertips, he turned the surrounding vegetation into weapons, spears, swords, and giant shields...... Everything is born of nature, but it is indestructible.

The power of the two collided in the air, bursting into brilliant light. Mu Feng's wood control technique is different from the wood control technique of the Aries Star God, his power seems to be the source of life, giving the grass and trees the power of life. And the Aries Star God's technique of controlling wood is more like harnessing the power of nature to make the trees grow according to his wishes.

At this moment, the Aries Star God's wood control technique was actually restrained by Mu Feng. His trees withered rapidly under the force of the shepherd's wind, while the shepherd's grass grew more and more luxuriant.

In an instant, the plants controlled by the Aries Star God suddenly lost their vitality, and they turned yellow and withered. However, Mu Feng is like a messenger of spring, and the plants around him seem to have been summoned by him and have begun to grow and flourish rapidly. He is like an artist who controls life, and with a flick of the green dragon flag, he can make life dance between death and life.