Ji Hexuan stepped out of the darkness and faced Yabbold Dahl. His pupils reflected the ridicule and contempt of his opponents, but his hands, the sword he clenched, were like a dragon about to wake up.

It is a sword that has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and its blade seems to carry endless history, and every line on the blade seems to whisper, telling ancient stories. However, at this moment, its story will be written by Ji Hexuan.

Yapold Dahl's face was full of contempt and disdain. Powerful energy surged through his body, his hands drew mysterious symbols, and his lips chanted ancient incantations. A dark aura rose from his body, condensing into a powerful divine skill, like a huge devil's claw, rushing towards Ji Hexuan.

However, Ji Hexuan did not back down. His eyes were firm and cold, like a still abyss. His sword pointed forward, a cold glow on the tip of his sword. With all his might, he slashed his sword towards the massive claw.

That sword seemed to travel through time and space, cutting through all the forces that stood in its way. It broke through the magic of Yapold Dahl like the dawn of the morning, tearing apart the curtain of night in an instant. The sword aura was like a rainbow, and with a single sword, most of Yapold Dahl's body was destroyed, and he was severely injured to the end.

Yapod Dahl's body trembled under the sword aura, he had never thought that someone would be able to break his divine skill, let alone so quickly. His eyes were full of horror and disbelief, but the pain in his body made him unable to refute. He fell heavily to the ground, his body slashed by the sword qi, and the wound was deep and bone-deep.

Ji Hexuan put away her sword and looked coldly at Yabold Dahl, who had fallen to the ground.

The army of the Olympic Mountains is like a bright star, illuminating this land shrouded in darkness. They faced an army of dark creatures that seemed to spring up from the depths of hell, their faces obscured by darkness, leaving only the cold light and the sound of sharpened steel.

The two armies confronted each other on the plains like a storm about to erupt. The armies of dark creatures are fierce and unstoppable like the winds in the night, while the armies of the Olympic Mountains are like the dawn of dawn, weak but resilient. The clash between the two armies instantly ensued a fierce battle, with the collision of swords and shields, and the interweaving of screams and roars, forming a thrilling picture.

At the same time, Valhalla's army suffered stubborn resistance from the Huaxia army on the other side. The warriors of Valhalla were clad in hard armor and held cold blades in their hands, their gazes firm and decisive. The Huaxia Army, on the other hand, was an iron-blooded team, fighting side by side, resisting the attack of the Valhalla army with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers. Although they are small in number, they are determined to fight and are as solid as a rock.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Fuso army was slaughtered by Yang Cake. Yang Bao was wearing black armor, and her eyes were full of madness and rage. Under her command, the gluttonous maidens pounced on the Fuso army like wolves, their madness and bloodlust turning the battlefield into chaos. The Fuso army was defeated in this sudden attack, and their numbers gradually dwindled, while Yang Cake's army became more and more brave like wild beasts.

At this moment, the enemy side was completely suppressed. The army of dark creatures was unable to advance under the stubborn resistance of the Olympic Mountain, the Valhalla army was firmly pinned down by the Huaxia army, and the Fuso army was unable to fight back under the frantic offensive of Yang Cake. The entire battlefield was filled with fierce clashes and chaos, and the scales of victory seemed to be tilting in the direction of Olympic Mountain, Huaxia Army, and Yang Cake.

The Huaxia army fought fiercely against the army of Valhalla. Valhalla's army is like a dark cloud, overwhelming the sky and making great noise. Their air power ran rampant over the battlefield as if untouchable. However, in the face of the Huaxia Army's iron cavalry and strong crossbows, their empty army began to suffer setbacks.

The archers of the Huaxia Army met the air force at Valhalla with a dense rain of arrows, and their arrows flew like locusts, accurate and powerful. Valhalla's air force began to crumble under the rain of arrows, their flying creatures falling, and burning wreckage streaked across the sky.

At the same time, the iron cavalry of the Huaxia army galloped across the battlefield, brandishing sharp swords and rushing towards the army of Valhalla. The infantry of Valhalla were scattered under the onslaught of the iron cavalry, and their formation was completely disrupted.

Battles in the air are also raging. The Huaxia Army's flying teams shuttled over the battlefield, and they broke Valhalla's air superiority with their nimble flying skills and powerful attack power. Valhalla's flying teams began to retreat under the attack of the Huaxia army, and their air power was weakened.

In this battle, the Huaxia army showed their bravery and determination. In a united formation, they faced the army of Valhalla without fear. During the battle, they showed great courage and wisdom to break Valhalla's army of emptiness and win the battle.

By the time the sun set over the battlefield, Valhalla's army had been completely defeated. Their army of the sky was slaughtered, and the air supremacy was broken.

Mitheus clutched a huge sword in his hand, a mysterious weapon known as the Sword of the Wolf King.

The sword seemed to carry all the courage and determination of Mitheus, and the body of the sword shone with a cold and hard brilliance, as if telling an ancient and legendary story. When Mitheus wielded the sword, it was as if it had been given life, the tip of the sword cutting an elegant arc in the air, and the air was filled with a fierce sword aura.

Suddenly, a strong light erupted from the Wolf King's sword, a strong light that people did not dare to look at directly. This power of light formed a powerful aura around Mitheus, as if it wanted to swallow everything around him.

At the same time, in the distant sky, the figure of the Pisces envoy emerged. His face is gentle and mysterious, with countless images of Pisces swinging behind him, as if to show people his power. However, when his gaze fell on Mitheus, the shining sword of the wolf king, his expression became solemn.

Mitheus gripped the Wolf King's sword and rushed towards the Pisces Star Messenger like lightning. The burst of light formed a powerful energy wave in the air, as if it was about to turn the entire world upside down.

As he approached the Pisces Messenger, Mitheus raised his sword above his head, and the Wolf King's sword was even sharper in the light of the power of light. Then, he slashed at the Pisces Star Envoy with great force, and the powerful sword qi slashed through the sky like a frightening leap, directly slamming into the Pisces Star Envoy.

In the face of this thunderous blow, the Pisces Star did not dare to slack off, he immediately released his power, and the image of Pisces behind him began to spin, forming a powerful vortex of energy. He waved the scepter in his hand, and a mysterious symbol of light condensed in the air, and then met Mitheus's attack.

The two collided, and a powerful blast of energy erupted. The surrounding air currents instantly became violent, rolling up countless dust and rubble. This showdown seems to plunge the whole world into turmoil.

However, in the midst of this shockwave, Mitheus did not flinch, but strengthened his resolve. He felt that the sword of the wolf king in his hand was constantly absorbing the power of light, becoming sharper and stronger. A confident smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his body shuttled through the exploding energy stream like lightning.

Pisces made Mitheus's expression become solemn when he saw that he was so resilient. He realized that this mortal warrior possessed not only a powerful power of light, but also an unparalleled courage and perseverance.

Under the fierce attack of the Sword of the Wolf King, the Pisces envoy gradually felt the pressure.

Mitheus's eyes were firm and determined, as if he was ready to swing the greatsword and throw it at the Pisces envoy in the distance.

Suddenly, a huge force poured out of Mitheus's body, and a huge ring of scythes instantly rose from his back. The scythe was like the fullness of the moon, cutting through the air, with a cold, sharp sound of the wind. Its appearance seemed to shroud the earth forger with a mysterious aura.

It was as if the scythe had become a vast realm, completely enveloping the Pisces envoys. In this mysterious realm, space seems to be distorted, and the light of the stars is eclipsed. At this moment, the Pisces envoy seems to be trapped in a huge nightmare and cannot escape.

Mitheus's power gushed out like a volcano, and his movements were as fast as lightning, instantly throwing the Wolf King's greatsword at the Pisces Star Messenger. At this moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent, except for the sound of the wind left by the great sword as it slashed through the air.

The greatsword streaked across the night sky like a meteor, charging towards the Pisces Messenger with unstoppable force. The scythe realm was like a guardian, following closely behind the sword, enveloping it.

In the end, the Wolf King's greatsword accurately hit the Pisces Star Envoy, and that power instantly exploded, like a huge explosion. And in the epicenter of this explosion.

Pisces makes the light power above its head explode in an instant, like an irresistible blazing star. It was an endless force, bright and warm, like the midday sun shining on the sparkling surface of a lake, and there was nowhere to escape. Its strength is like thousands of suns shining on a barren desert at the same time, and even the toughest stones will be wiped out by this force.

The Pisces envoy's eyes widened, trying to resist the force, but he found himself like a fragile glass bottle teetering before a wave. His resistance seemed so insignificant, his defenses like papier-mâché under the onslaught of the forces of light.

He stepped back, his steps a little disheveled, as if he had been beaten by the force. Then, he fell to the ground, his body covered in the power of light, like a helpless worm, engulfed in flames.

At this time, the power on the wolf king's great sword was also rapidly converging. It was a destructive force, with unparalleled majesty and domineering. It's like a winter blizzard, cold and furious, and anything that dares to stand in its way will be torn apart without mercy.

Eventually, the Wolf King's greatsword fell heavily, severing the Pisces Messenger's connection to the forces of light. His body was instantly smashed into powder under the impact of the sword qi, like dust blown away by a gust of wind. The only traces of his existence in this world were the Wolf King's greatsword that was still buzzing, and the field that was sprinkled with the power of light.

The other side

The god of Hercules, the brave and fearless Dionysus, stepped out of the magnificent legion. His physique, like a sculptural work, is full of the perfect combination of strength and beauty. Dionysus's fiery eyes, as if shining with a thousand years of hatred and firm faith, looked directly at the enemy on the other side.

He couldn't sit idly by and watch Curry, the priest of Ares, die. In the struggle between gods and gods, every god's disciple carries their honor and dignity. Dionysus, as a disciple of Hercules, is tasked with protecting Curry while also maintaining the glory of Ares.

He rushed forward like a raging wave, unstoppable. A powerful momentum emanated from him, like a tiger descending from a mountain, ready to show the world his power. Every step he takes is full of determination and courage, as if announcing his existence to the world.

Dionysus let out an earth-shattering roar, like a beast's rage, that made the entire Olympic Mountains tremble. It was his challenge to fate, his contempt for death, his loyalty to Ares.

He launched an attack in an instant, like a thunderous blow, hitting Mu Yu. His hands were like two fiery swords, and with a raging fire, he snatched Ares from Mu Yu's hands. His attack was like Hercules' wrath, furious and fiery that was impossible to resist.

His body swelled, like a giant blower, sucking all the air around him into his body, and then released it in an instant, forming a raging storm. His momentum is like that of a ferocious lion, immensely powerful and mighty.

Dionysus took heavy steps, like the shaking of an earthquake, and rushed towards the shepherd's rain. His hands were like the claws of a lion, and he grabbed Mu Yu fiercely. Although Mu Yu had the blessing of black thunder, in the face of such a powerful force, he was still repelled by Dionysus several steps. His body fluttered in the air like leaves pushed by the wind, and then landed on the ground in the distance.

Then the momentum of Dionysus changed. His body became light, as if it were made of air. His arms were outstretched like an eagle's wings, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's beak. His speed was unusually fast, so fast that Mu Yu could only see an afterimage.

Dionysus' speed was like lightning, and he came to Mu Yu in an instant. His hands were like eagle's claws, grabbing towards Mu Yu. Even with the blessing of black thunder, Mu Yu couldn't keep up with his speed. He could only barely take a few steps back before meeting Dionysus' attack.

Dionysus was like an eagle, soaring in the sky, looking down on the world below. His speed and strength were at their peak, leaving Mu Yu powerless. Eventually, he stopped in front of Mu Yu, his sharp eyes glued to his opponent, waiting for the next round of attacks.

Mu Yu's hands were clasped together, and a strong light instantly flashed around her body. It is the ripple of time, the distortion of space, the meeting point of the past and the future. She awakened all her powers, and—

"Let's go back!"

Her voice traveled through time and space like a beautiful incantation. In front of her, Dionysus' body began to flicker, as if an invisible force was pushing him back into his original position.

Dionysus' eyes widened, and for the first time horror flashed across his face. He tried to resist, but the force seemed to come from an unknown abyss, too strong to resist. He was pulled by that force, and his body was swept into the vortex of time and space like dust.

Then, he disappeared. That power has not dissipated, but has become stronger. The appearance of Dionysus was like a punctured balloon, leaving behind only a suffocating silence and a solemn air.

On that frenzied battlefield, Dionysus was as wild and unpredictable as Dionysus. He fled without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, like a bolt of lightning piercing through the darkness, and galloped away without looking back. His steps were as firm as iron's determination, and nothing could stand in his way. His back stretched long in the moonlight, like a lone warrior, carrying all the courage and determination to face the challenges of fate alone.

At the same time, Mu Yu was also like a tired cheetah, squatting beside Curry, his eyes full of deep worry and exhaustion. His body was exhausted, crumbling like an ocean ravaged by a raging storm. He looked at Dionysus' back, a hint of helplessness and regret flashed in his eyes, and he knew that he had no strength left to pursue this enigmatic man again.

Mu Yu was so tired that his spirit could no longer support him to wield his past and future body again. His hands rested limply on his knees, and it was a deep exhaustion, a mental exhaustion. He needs to rest, he needs to regain his strength, he needs to think, he needs to clear his mind.

The Sagittarius Star Envoy watched his companion fall, his heart filled with pain and anger. However, he knew that staying at the moment would only bring more sacrifices. He decided not to linger any longer, and decided to leave this battlefield full of death with the Aries and Scorpio envoys.

Although the Aries and Scorpio are both heroic warriors, their eyes are full of horror and helplessness at this moment. The Sagittarius understands that he must make a decision and that in order to protect them, he must get out of here quickly.

So, these three stars, who had been the main force, decisively withdrew from the battlefield, and they crossed the distance of the starry sky and fled from that place full of sorrow and death. Although their hearts are full of pain and regret, they understand that only by living can they avenge their lost companions.