Under the sky, the Zhangjia fortress has been reduced to a dilapidated scene. The once impregnable walls are now in ruins, devastated and devastated everywhere. What was once bustling and noisy is now only the bleak wind and rain and boundless silence.

The figures of the Celestials loomed in the battlefield, and they shuttled through the night like ghosts, each appearance accompanied by the screams of the aliens and the splashing of blood. Their eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty, and they exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

The most terrifying thing is the strange ability displayed by the Celestial Race. They are able to absorb their opponent's martial arts, use them for their own use, and release them again. This irresistible attack made the Zhangjia defense line retreat under waves of offensives. Every time they clashed, the Zhang family warriors would feel that the opponent's martial arts seemed to turn into inextricable poisonous snakes, entwining their souls, not only absorbing their strength, but also making them fall into fear from which they could not extricate themselves.

In this barren land, the traces of war are like the minions of evil spirits, deeply engraved in every corner. Flames and smoke mingle, pain and despair permeated. Zhangjia Fortress has become a symbol of death, a place where the glory of the past has passed away, and only endless sorrow remains.

The once impregnable walls were breached by alien horsemen, and the inhabitants of the fort fled in all directions, wails and screams filled the air. The warriors of the Celestial Race appeared on the battlefield like ghosts, their postures and expressionless faces, as if they were not from the human world.

Their eyes flashed with an eerie light, it was greed for martial arts. They are able to absorb the enemy's martial arts, use them for their own use, and unleash even more powerful attacks. The soldiers of Zhangjiabao were defeated and retreated under their strange attacks, and every collision was as if Mars had hit the earth, which was shocking.

Zhangjiabao's leader, Jiahui, stood on the ruined city wall, his eyes deep and determined. He watched his warriors fall one by one, his heart filled with pain and anger. He understood that they were not just facing a formidable enemy, but also an incomprehensible alien race, the Celestials.

In the sky, dark clouds were thick, as if heaven and earth were crying for this cruel war. But no matter what, the war continues, the soldiers of Zhangjiabao are still struggling to resist, their indomitable spirit is burning in this land, and they will never give up even if they face the greatest difficulties.

Outside the city defended by the Zhang family, the army of the Celestial Race came like a dark cloud. Their faces were hidden under the iron armor, and only the eyes that shimmered strangely, like stars in the night, sharp and mysterious. Their figures are tall and majestic, as if they were formed by mountains, with an endless sense of majesty and oppression.

The soldiers of the Celestial Race, their hands clenched in huge battle axes and long swords, each swing carried the power of destruction. Their offensive was like a raging storm, and no one could stop it. Although the people of the Zhang family resisted hard, they still seemed powerless under the strange attacks of the Celestial Race.

The terrifying thing about these Terran soldiers is that they are able to absorb each other's martial arts. When the Zhang family's moves fell on them, not only would they not be injured, but they would absorb this power into their bodies and release it in a more powerful way. This ability made the people of the Zhang family retreat in the battle, and it was almost impossible to resist.

In the sky, the flying forces of the Celestials hovered like falcons, and their arrows shot with a sharp wind-breaking sound, once they hit their target, they would cause great damage. On the ground, their army of behemoths trampled the earth, and every footstep that landed made the ground tremble, as if it were about to collapse the entire city.

At this time, Zhangjiacheng is no longer a safe fortress, but a burning sea of fire. Flames and smoke obscured the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Every corner of the city is filled with despair and wailing, as if it were a scene of the end of the world.

Mu Yu faced the Celestial Race that was surging like a tide. His eyes were firm, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he never retreated. The rain cut through the thick war clouds and fell on his face, a hint of coldness.

The Celestials' offensive was like a storm, their figures looming in the night, every sword strike, every kick with a fierce killing intent. But Mu Yu was unmoved, his feet were as stable as a rock, and his swordsmanship was as agile as flowing water. As soon as the sword was swung, there was a sound of wind and thunder, forcing the two enemies back.

However, the number of enemies was too large, and no matter how strong his martial arts were, it would be difficult for him to resist this tidal attack. Especially the three opponents with the same realm as him, they cooperated seamlessly, attacking and defending, advancing and retreating, which made Mu Yu fall into a bitter battle.

Although the head of the Zhang family is strong and the cultivation of the feudal realm is awe-inspiring, he is also overstretched under the siege of three enemies of the same level. His figure flickered in the battle circle, and each shot carried the momentum of a landslide, but the three enemies were like ghosts, always haunting him, making it impossible for him to exert his full strength.

Under the night sky, the battle intensified. Every sword strike, every collision stirs up a spark. Although the soldiers of Zhangjia's camp wanted to come forward to help in the battle, they were unable to break through the encirclement due to the large number of enemies. They could only watch the head of the family and Mu Yu struggling to support them, and their hearts were anxious.

At this life-and-death moment, a trace of determination flashed in Mu Yu's eyes. He swung his sword vigorously, forcing back the two enemies in front of him, and then his body jumped up and rushed straight towards the three enemies who were besieging the head of the Zhang family. His sword light shone like a meteor, piercing the night sky in an instant.

At the same time, the head of the Zhang family also let out an earth-shattering roar, and the momentum around him suddenly exploded. He swung his sword like a dragon, forcing the enemy in front of him back, then turned and slashed at an enemy behind him.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, causing an earth-shattering explosion. The three enemies were shaken back a few steps by the force, revealing a flaw for a moment. Mu Yu took the opportunity to rush forward and fight side by side with the head of the Zhang family, and for a time he beat the three enemies back again and again.

However, reinforcements from the Celestials continued to pour in. Their numbers seem to be endless, putting tremendous pressure on the Zhangjia camp. Although Mu Yu and the head of the Zhang family fought hard, they were exhausted by the long battle.

At this critical moment, the soldiers of the Zhang family finally broke through the encirclement. With anger and determination, they launched a fierce attack on the enemy. Their addition has brought about a subtle shift in the tide of battle.

Mu Yu and the head of the Zhang family took this opportunity to quickly adjust their tactics, and they led their soldiers to form an impregnable defensive line, constantly forcing back the attacking enemy. Finally finding a breakthrough in an attack by the Celestials, they quickly counterattacked, defeating the enemy one after another.

Mu Yu was like a raging wind, wielding the long knife in his hand wantonly. The raindrops in the sky splashed down with each swing of the blade, and his eyes were firm and sharp, and he was fully engaged in this life-and-death struggle.

The surrounding scene was chaotic, and the figures of the Celestials shuttled through the night, their weapons glinting with a cold glow in the firelight. However, no matter how they attacked, Mu Yu always held his ground, and his sword skills were like an insurmountable barrier, blocking the enemy's frantic onslaught.

However, there were so many Celestials that they kept pouring in like a tidal wave. Although Mu Yu's bravery is unmatched, his physical strength has begun to gradually decline. What's worse is that the head of the Zhang family is under siege, and although he has the realm of the Sealed Territory, there are three Celestial Beings of the same level besieging him. Their attack was fierce and intensive, and although the head of the family resisted hard, he was already wounded in many places.

At this critical moment, Mu Yu gritted his teeth, he knew that they had no way out. He brandished his long knife and emitted a series of sharp blades, each attack with a decisive momentum. However, the enemy seemed endless, and he felt that his strength was being depleted bit by bit.

Suddenly, a cold knife light slashed across his cheek, and blood splattered instantly. Mu Yu couldn't help but feel stunned, he knew that this was the price of his struggle.

In the hazy night, Mu Yu was like a bolt of lightning, quickly shuttling between the defense lines of Zhang's camp. His sword danced fast, and each swing was accompanied by a sharp air current, straight at the Celestials who were attacking. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he wanted to slay all the enemies that stood in his way.

However, there were so many enemies that they came in waves, wave after wave, seemingly endless. Although Mu Yu fought hard and killed dozens of enemies, his physical strength was also rapidly depleting.

At the same time, the head of the Zhang family was also struggling to resist the siege of the three Celestial Clans who were also in the Frontier Realm. His figure flickered on the battlefield, and every shot carried the power of a landslide. However, the three Celestials seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they cooperated seamlessly, launching fierce attacks from all angles.

Although the head of the family is strong, he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage. He had been wounded in multiple places, and blood stained his shirt. But he didn't give up, he gritted his teeth and continued to resist.

The entire camp was filled with a strong smell of blood and shouts of killing. The soldiers are in a fierce battle with the Celestials, and every moment lives are lost. This war has reached the most critical moment, and it is still unknown whether the Zhang family can withstand the attack of the Celestial Race.

Under the firmament, three feudal realm-level celestials besieged the Zhang family master, and their coercion was as heavy as a mountain, making the surrounding air seem to freeze. Despite Mu Yu's assistance, in the face of these three joined forces, the head of the Zhang family still felt powerless.

His breath began to rapid, and every swing of his sword was resolute and helpless. The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, intertwined with the heavens and men, and burst out with brilliant light. However, the disparity in strength made him gradually fall into disadvantage, and his defeat was revealed.

At this life-and-death moment, the head of the Zhang family knew in his heart that he could not defeat these three celestials who joined forces. In order to protect Mu Yu, he resolutely decided to fight for his chance to escape. So, he began to retreat gradually, using all his strength to resist the attacks of the celestials, and at the same time open a way for Mu Yu to survive.

Despite his reluctance, he knew it was the only way. He must sacrifice himself in exchange for Mu Yu's escape. At this moment, he is like an eagle guarding his chickens, and he does not flinch in the face of strong enemies.

Under the siege of the three Celestial Beings of the Feudal Realm, the head of the Zhang family felt unprecedented pressure. The golden armor he was wearing flashed with a panicked light under the continuous attack, like a trapped golden beast. Despite Mu Yu's assistance, he felt powerless in the face of three celestials of similar strength.

Every time you swing your sword, you need to concentrate all your spiritual qi, and the sword qi is easily cracked and turned invisible when it is close to the opponent. Every time he defended, he would be shocked by the opponent's attack, as if he was about to tear his body apart.

He already had a sense of foreboding in his heart, and he knew that he was about to run out of it. At this time, Mu Yu was still holding on to her side, although her face was pale, her eyes were full of firmness and determination.

The head of the Zhang family sighed in his heart, he knew that he had to make a choice. He couldn't let Mu Yu accompany him to his death. So, he let out a loud shout, used all his strength, and slashed a sword qi towards one of the celestials, and at the same time, his body retreated sharply, grabbed Mu Yu, and retreated to the rear.

Although that sword qi was easily blocked by the other party, it also bought a trace of precious time. The head of the Zhang family knew that this was the last thing he could do for Mu Yu - to open a way for her to escape.

He pushed Mu Yu hard and said loudly: "Hurry up!" That's an order! Then he turned around and rushed towards the three celestials again.

His sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and every swing of the sword seemed to tear the heavens and the earth, however, the three celestials stood still like mountains, making the earth tremble with every step.

The head of the Zhang family felt powerless, and every attack seemed to be blocked by endless mountains. A wave of despair welled up in his heart, a despair of not being able to protect his family, and despair of the imminent loss of a loved one. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, it was for the sake of the family, for the sake of Mu Yu, the determination of everything.

He swung his sword and danced, his sword aura like a rainbow, forcing the three celestials to retreat. However, it was only a moment's respite. He knew that he could no longer resist the combined attack of these three celestials. He needs to create a chance for Mu Yu to escape.

"Yu'er, let's go!" The head of the Zhang family shouted loudly, condensed all his strength on the sword, and launched a final attack on the three celestials. It was an unreserved attack, a blow that broke the boat.

However, with a single wave of their hands, the three celestials were able to defuse the blow. They sneered and looked at the head of the Zhang family, "You have no way to escape, so you should die obediently." ”

In the face of such a siege, the head of the Zhang family knew in his heart that he could no longer resist. But he didn't give up, he wanted to use his life to fight for Mu Yu's chance to escape.