Before the echo of the gunfire had completely dissipated, Mu Yu was suddenly pinned to the ground by a powerful force. His body collapsed limply, confined to an immobile space. His eyes were full of astonishment and unwillingness, a situation he had never encountered before.

However, Mu Yu did not give up. His eyes shone with determination, and as soon as his hands slapped on the ground, a blazing flame instantly rose from his palm, which was his true fire. The fire was blazing, illuminating the dimly lit field as bright as day. The fiery red color is like a burning hope, endless.

Just as Mu Yu used all his strength to drive the true fire of the sun to sweep out, the huge body of the Ghost King of the Underworld as a mountain emerged from the darkness. He slammed his fist into Mu Yu, an irresistible force, like the raging waves of the sea, showing its endless might.

The power of the Ghost King collided with Mu Yu's Sun True Fire, and a deafening loud bang erupted. The powerful shock wave spread out in an instant, burning the surrounding air to a boiling hot surface. A huge crack cracked in the ground, and Mu Yu's body was violently knocked out, and he slammed into the ground after crossing a parabola in the air.

Despite suffering such a heavy blow, Mu Yu did not give up. He struggled to his feet, and roared at the Ghost King of the Underworld with all his strength, "I won't lose!" His voice was resolute and resolute, like a heart of stone.

Suddenly, a blazing sword light slashed through and rushed straight towards Mu Yu. Unsuspecting, he was caught off guard by this sudden attack. The flash of the knife flickered, leaving a deep wound on his wound that had not yet fully recovered. Blood gushed out, staining his shirt red, and also stinging Ji Hexuan's eyes.

Mu Yu's figure shook under Clark's attack, and he was about to be pierced. At that moment, it was as if there was condensation in the air, and time seemed to stand still. However, just when I thought that Mu Yu would fall in this battle, a silver light instantly crossed the sky.

It was a flying sword, and it burst through the air, emitting a strong sword groan. At the last moment, it blocked the front of Mu Yu and took Clark's attack hard. The blade of the flying sword buzzed under the impact, but it never broke. And that power also successfully blocked Clark's fatal blow for Mu Yu.

At this time, Ji Hexuan galloped over, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. She quickly flashed in front of Clarke, condensed the Yuan Force with a palm, and slammed into him. Clark was caught off guard, was knocked back a few steps, and looked at Ji Hexuan with a surprised face. At this time, Mu Yu also slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes flashing with determination. At this moment, Ji Hexuan and Mu Yu stood side by side, their eyes were full of determination and determination. They know that this battle is far from over.

The clouds in the sky rolled like a boiling ocean. The thunder was like the roar of the gods, continuous and shocking. Lightning bolts pierced the sky, painting a magnificent picture in the sky like a painting.

Moravi, the demon who was once famous on the mainland, has reappeared at this moment. The demonic energy on his body was rolling, his face was distorted, and he rushed towards Ji Hexuan's direction. His eyes were full of madness and murderous intent, obviously he came prepared this time, ready to completely destroy Ji Hexuan.

However, just as he was about to approach Ji Hexuan, suddenly a colorful light fell from the sky. It was a multicolored stone, and it exuded a mysterious light, like an artifact falling from the sky. It burst through the air and smashed straight into Morow's head.

Morovi's face changed drastically, he didn't expect such a change to occur at this critical moment. He hurriedly waved his wand in his hand, trying to fend off the attack of the multicolored stone. However, the stone seemed to have endless power, piercing Morowy's wand and smashing it at him.

A young girl stood in the center, her eyes shining with determination. She held a multicolored divine stone in her hand, and the stone seemed to have life, constantly beating and pulsating, emitting a colorful light.

She stared ahead, and it was a deep concentration, as if all her spirit and strength had been poured into this multicolored divine stone. Her fingers glided gently over the surface of the stone, and it felt like caressing a living, delicate skin. Then she began to chant an ancient incantation that no one could understand.

As her voice echoed through the air, the entire palace began to shake. It was a deep and powerful tremor, like the earth trembling. Then, a colorful light shot out from the multicolored divine stone, it was a brilliant and mysterious light, which made people dare not look directly.

This ray of light pierced through the walls of the palace and shot into the endless void, before suddenly exploding into a huge ball of energy. This ball of energy is like a planet about to explode, and the power of destruction is surging in it.

The girl stared at the ball of energy tightly, without any expression on her face, as if everything was expected by her. Then, she gently waved the multicolored divine stone in her hand, which was like a remote control, controlling the movement of the energy ball.

As the ball of energy continued to move and expand, it finally crashed into Morovi, the formidable foe. For a moment, the whole world fell silent, as if all the sounds had been swallowed up by the impact. Then, when the ball of energy exploded, all the sounds returned, the roar of destruction, the sound of heaven and earth being torn apart.

The girl stood there, her face covered with beads of sweat, but her eyes were full of satisfaction and pride. She knew she had done everything she could.

Her name is Pele. She is the Nuwa disciple of the Chinese gods, who has inherited the gift of Nuwa and has a powerful power that is rare in the world. Her body is as agile as the wind, and her flowing clothes have a mysterious brilliance, like a work of art, unique and eye-catching.

Morovi, the enemy with a powerful attack, attacks Pele. His strength is like a mountain, and his power is like a tiger, which is irresistible. However, Pele did not show the slightest fear. Her eyes were full of determination and determination, like the brightest star, shining with determination whenever and wherever she was.

In her hand, she held a multicolored stone that was like the source of life. This multicolored stone, both offensive and defensive, seems to have endless power. When Morovy's attack came, Pele wielded the multicolored stone, and its powerful power cut through the air in an elegant arc, like a rainbow across the sky, which made people marvel.

Streamers fly, that's Pele's unique skill. Her ribbons are like smart butterflies, dancing and attacking enemies. Each swing carries a strong wind that makes it impossible for the enemy to resist. When the streamer collides with Morovi's attack, the shockwave is like the calm before the storm, which is awe-inspiring.

Pele's figure flutters on the battlefield, she is like a flower blooming in a strong wind, tough and unyielding. Her multicolored stones and streamers shone in the sun, as if it were her war song, singing the entire battlefield. In the face of the mighty Morovy, Pele did not back down, but stepped forward with a more determined pace.

She had a smile on her face, a contempt for a challenge and a confidence in her abilities. With grace and determination, she met Morow's attack. Her figure dodged in the attack, and the multicolored stones and streamers in her hands fought back with a thunderous force.

Morovy, dressed in pitch-black armor and an eagle-shaped helmet, had a grim glint in his eyes. His hands clenched a massive battle axe, each swing carrying a devastating force. However, in the face of Pele's multicolored stones, he seemed to be a little powerless. Under Pele's control, the stone seemed to come to life, constantly spinning in the air, emitting a colorful light, as if mocking Moravi's helplessness.

Pele, dressed in a gorgeous robe, holds a purple gem in her hand, and her eyes reveal a mysterious light. He constantly moved his position, deftly maneuvering with Morovi's attacks as he brewed a fatal blow. Under his control, the multicolored stone was like a meteor streaked across the night sky, rushing towards Moravi with the power of destroying everything.

The entire battlefield was shaken by the battle between the two, and the wind whipped up sand and dust, forming small tornadoes one after another. Pele weaves through it with ease, her figure flowing like a fairy descending to earth, and Morovi as fierce as a demon. The battle between the two is like a dance in a storm, both beautiful and dangerous.

In the end, Pele defeated Morowe with a precise counter-attack. Her multicolored stone sliced through the sky like a meteor, accurately hitting Morovi's weak point. Morovy's body rolled in the air a few times before slamming to the ground.

In the midst of the deafening noise, the fierce battle between Morovi and Pele was in full swing. The two shuttled through the confined space, their movements were swift and their moves were sharp, giving the impression of a huge steel fist waving in the air.

Seeing that the multicolored stone was about to hit Morowi, he was even ready to take the fatal blow. However, at this critical moment, a blue-haired teenager suddenly appeared on the battlefield. He was dressed in a delicate silver armor with a flowing cloak draped over his back, giving him an extremely chic feel. His eyes were as bright as gold, and he was indifferent.

The young man held a silver long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword emitted a faint light. Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed at Pei Le's multicolored stone with a sword. The sword was like a wind that broke through the sky, instantly cutting through the air, forming a brilliant silver beam. The beam collided with the multicolored stone, making a deafening loud noise.

The whole cave trembled, as if it were about to collapse. Dust was everywhere and vision became blurry. When everything was calm again, I saw that the boy was independent of the field, and Pele's multicolored stone was already broken.

Ji Hexuan and Pei Le's faces changed at the same time, they had recognized each other's identities. The disciple who led the Tianzhu operation, the Great Brahma, Lei Yin, actually appeared in person. His figure looked mysterious and majestic in the moonlight, like an untouchable god.

Lei Yin's face was calm, his eyes were like electricity, and there was a majesty that could not be ignored. He stretched out a hand that seemed to caress lightly in the void, and then, a powerful force poured out of his fingers and swept in the direction of Ji Hexuan and Pei Le.

In the face of this force, the air seems to become frozen, and time seems to slow down. Ji Hexuan and Pei Le could only watch as the force pounced on them like a raging beast.

However, at this moment, a trace of firmness and determination flashed in Ji Hexuan's eyes. She clenched the Xuanyuan Sword in both hands, and the sword glittered in the moonlight, as if it had life. With all her strength, she attacked the thunder sound, and the force was as furious as a tiger descending from a mountain, with an unstoppable momentum.

And Pei Le didn't flinch, he followed closely behind, using his own strength to fight against Lei Yin with Ji Hexuan. Their attacks collided with the power of the thunder sound, creating a huge shockwave. The air was torn apart in an instant, creating a huge storm.

A dark shadow flashed in the air, it was the mysterious and majestic Demon Pestle. It was like a meteor in the night sky, swift and direct, and struck violently towards the target, Mu Yu. It was so fast that the air around it seemed to be torn apart, forming an invisible wall of wind that pushed everything around it away.

At the same time, the ground began to shake, like a thousand horses galloping, and a huge force poured out from the ground. The god of the Earth Dragon, Maharaja, broke through the ground, and his body was as strong as fine iron. His eyes shone with a cold light, as if he had seen through every weakness of Mu Yu.

With a wave of his arm, a powerful energy gushed out from his fingertips, turning into sharp blades and striking towards Mu Yu. His movements are precise and ruthless, without mercy.

In the face of this sudden double attack, Mu Yu did not flinch. He clenched the long hammer in his hand, and his body exuded an awe-inspiring momentum. His eyes were as firm as iron, and in the face of the impending attack, he chose to meet it head-on.

Bang bang bang! A deafening loud bang erupted in the air. The Demon Pestle collided with Mu Yu's hammer and erupted into a powerful energy shockwave. And the attack of Momaraga also followed, and for a while, Mu Yu was in a desperate situation, and his life and death were uncertain.

Attacking Moroka. His figure became more and more blurred in the torrential rain, but the tension like a beast grew stronger.

Like an eagle falling from the sky, he aimed at Moroka and then swooped down with a thunderbolt. His fist burned with blazing flames, like a meteor piercing the dark sky and striking Morojah. However, Moroja did not show the slightest fear, and the pestle in his hand began to glow with golden light, a mysterious and powerful power.

The demon pestle was like a bottomless black hole, absorbing all of Mu Yu's attacks. No matter how violent the thunder was and how fierce the rain was, it could not shake Morojah in the slightest. His body seemed to have become an indestructible mountain, standing tall despite the wind and rain.

However, after withstanding Mu Yu's attack, Moraga's counterattack was as fierce as a raging storm. His fists and feet were like two irresistible torrents, rushing towards Mu Yu. But Mu Yu did not flinch, he gritted his teeth and fought back with the same force. Every time they staggered their punches and kicks, they would trigger a shock in space.

This is an incomparably fierce duel, a collision of powers, and a contest of wills. Although Moroga was able to absorb Mu Yu's thunder power, he was not Mu Yu's opponent in terms of punches and feet. This battle is still going on, and the outcome is still unpredictable.

Clark stood in the wind, staring closely at the target in front of him - Mu Yu. An irrepressible excitement swelled in his heart, a goal he had been tracking for a long time, an opportunity that would bring him supreme glory. He can't give up, he has to keep going.

His fingers slid lightly across the void, as if playing a symphony of death. In an instant, the water vapor in the air began to condense, turning into countless ice guns, like a cold meteor falling from the sky. Each ice spear was shot at Mu Yu with a fierce cold air and Clarke's murderous intent.

However, at this critical moment, a huge bronze tripod suddenly rose from the ground and blocked Mu Yu's front. That tripod seemed to have infinite power, blocking all the ice spears in an instant. The bronze tripod swayed under the impact of the ice spear, but it always stood tall, like an unyielding warrior.

Clark was stunned, he didn't expect such a change at all. A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by unwavering determination. He took a deep breath, and he knew that although this attack was blocked, it did not mean the end. He had to be more cautious and more alert, because his goal was still ahead and he couldn't give up.

Suddenly, Da Ding was like life being ignited, and the blazing fire light erupted from the Ding's body, illuminating every inch of space around it. It was an otherworldly light, with a scorching heat, with power, with an infinite majesty.

The firelight streaked across the night sky like a meteor cutting through the darkness, shocking people's hearts. The firelight of Dading seems to give life to the entire realm, making this space come alive. The blazing flames were like thousands of fiery horses, breaking free from their shackles and galloping across the realm, reflecting everything as if it were a dream.

At this moment, the heavenly fire descended into the world and poured down from the cracks in the dome, as if the wrath of the heavens, and hit the figure named Clark. Clark stood in the firelight, his face firm and calm, as if he had foreseen this. He did not flinch, nor did he run away, but chose to meet this force head-on.

Skyfire fell on Clarke, enveloping him in flames in an instant. The flame seemed to have the power to incinerate everything, but Clark was unharmed. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was feeling the power of the flames, and as if he was listening to the sound of the flames.

At this moment, Clark is like a giant standing in the wind and rain, he is not afraid, because he knows that only by experiencing life and death can he understand the true meaning of life.