Mu Yu took the lead in attacking, his fist style carried a thunderous momentum, but when this punch slammed into Ye Qingnian, it was like entering an invisible abyss, and all the power was swallowed up in an instant, without even a trace of echo. Seeing this, Jia Luo's eyes froze, he knew that Mu Yu's strength should not be underestimated, but he didn't expect to be so vulnerable in front of Ye Qingnian.

The unwilling Jia Luo followed, his figure flashed, and he came behind Ye Qingnian like a ghost, and slapped out with one palm, and the palm wind was fierce. However, this palm also did not play any role, Ye Qingnian seemed to have a pair of eyes behind his back, turned around lightly, grabbed Jia Luo's wrist, and dissolved its power invisibly.

The attacks of the two failed one after another, and they couldn't help but feel a deep fear of Ye Qingnian. Their physical skills looked so pale and powerless in front of Ye Qingnian, as if all their skills and strength had been seen through by this girl. Her movements were light and graceful, as if she was dancing, and every time she danced, Mu Yu and Jia Luo felt a palpitation.

In the rain, Mu Yu and Jia Luo joined forces to try to break the deadlock in front of them. Their attack was like a storm, but whenever the offensive approached Ye Qingnian, it would disappear like a mud cow into the sea. Her figure seems to have become a bottomless black hole, and no matter how much power is invested, it will be ruthlessly devoured.

Mu Yu's eyes revealed disbelief, his physical skills had few opponents in the rivers and lakes, but at this moment, he was as weak as hitting cotton. Jia Luo's spell was brilliant, but it dissipated the moment it touched Ye Qingnian's body, as if it was neutralized by some mysterious power.

Ye Qingnian's figure fluttered in the rain, her movements were light and elegant, as if dancing. Her every dodge was precise, and every counterattack was just right. Her strength lies not in her external fierceness, but in her inner flexibility and depth.

Both of them felt powerless in their hearts, and they understood that all their skills and strength seemed so pale in front of this girl. Ye Qingnian is not only a formidable opponent, but also an unfathomable fan. In the midst of the rain, it was as if they were fighting an unreachable ghost, and each attempt only allowed them to sink further into the abyss of despair.

Mu Yu swung his long sword, and his sword aura was vertical and horizontal, but when he touched Ye Qingnian's side, it was like a mud cow entering the sea and disappeared without a trace. Jia Luo tried to use his physical skills to approach his opponent at a rapid speed, but whenever he was about to touch Ye Qingnian's body, he would feel a strong suction force to suck his power away.

Their attacks looked so pale and weak in front of Ye Qingnian, as if they were challenging an invincible opponent. Ye Qingnian's eyes revealed an unfathomable power, as if she could control the entire battlefield and turn everyone's attacks into her own.

A trace of helplessness and despair flashed in the eyes of Mu Yu and Jia Luo, and they realized that with their strength alone, they could not compete with Ye Qingnian at all. But they haven't given up, and are still trying to find the flaws in their opponents, hoping to find a ray of life.

At this time, the battlefield seems to have become a stage for Ye Qingnian's solo performance. Mu Yu and Jia Luo, two strong men who had frightened countless people, seemed helpless in front of her at the moment. Their attacks were like stones sinking into the sea, and every fist swing and every sword qi were devoured and absorbed by Ye Qingqing's young man.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, his physical skills were famous in the starry sky, but at this moment, his fist style and foot shadow were as weak as a child's play in front of Ye Qingnian. The same was true of Jia Luo's magic, and the brilliant magic brilliance dissipated in front of Ye Qingnian, as if it was swallowed by some invisible force.

Ye Qingnian's figure is light, and her movements are both elegant and powerful. Every dodge, every counterattack, is as smooth as dancing, and her deep eyes seem to hide endless stars and universes, making it impossible to peek into their true depths.

Ye Qingnian is no longer the familiar person. He was completely controlled by the Drought Divine Legend, and the aura emanating from his body was like a god of death, which made people shudder. The Legend of the Drought Fish fused with him, his eyes as deep as black holes, devouring all life around him.

Mu Yu and Jia Luo clinged to each other, their faces full of exhaustion and horror. Despite their desperate situation, they did not give up their resistance. The long sword in Mu Yu's hand flickered with cold light, and every swing carried a firm conviction; Garo wields mystical powers to try to break the curse of the Drought Gods.

However, the enemy they faced was no longer Ye Qingnian. It was a god that had survived for countless years, and its power was unfathomable, as if it had the power to control the entire world. The figure of the god loomed in the wind and sand, and each appearance was accompanied by earth-shattering power.

Mu Yu and Garo faltered under the attack of the gods, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered. They knew that only by defeating this god could they save Ye Qingnian, who was controlled by the Drought Divine Legend, and this barren land.

Her body was permeated by an ancient and evil force, her skin took on a strange bruise, and her eyes shimmered red, as if she could devour all life.

The power of the Drought Devil Divine Legend raged in Ye Qingnian's body, distorting his face, making his muscles twist like dead wood, but it contained devastating power. His aura became heavy and furious, as if a gust of wind was raging, engulfing everything around him. Every breath he took was accompanied by violent fluctuations in the air around him, as if he was about to swallow the land completely.

Meanwhile, Mu Yu and Jia Luo are struggling. Their bodies were covered in scars and blood, but there was a determined glint in their eyes. Back to back, they faced this Ye Qingnian, who was no longer a human being, and their opponent was no longer the once familiar Ye Qingnian, but the god who had survived for countless years.

This deity resembles a majestic mountain, ancient and mysterious. His aura is deep and distant, as if it has traveled through a long time, making it impossible to peek into his true face. His power is powerful and mysterious, as if he has mastered all the laws of the world, making it impossible for people to resist.

Mu Yu and Garo faced this god, their hearts were full of despair, but they did not give up. They know that at this moment, they must be united in order to have a chance of survival. They clenched the weapons in their hands, their eyes shining with determination, ready for the challenge that was coming.

And Ye Qingnian has been completely controlled by the Drought Devil Divine Legend, and he has become one with the gods and has become an existence that cannot be defeated. His figure grew taller and taller in the night, like a great shadow that enveloped the whole world. His power is growing, as if he wants to swallow the whole world.

Mu Yu and Jia Luo faced this invincible enemy, their hearts were filled with fear, but they did not back down. They know that at this moment, they must stand up to protect the world, to protect the faith in their hearts. They took a deep breath, clenched the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the massive shadow.

This is an unpredictable battle, and it is also a decisive battle for the fate of the world. Mu Yu and Jia Luo and Ye Qingnian, as well as the gods represented by the Drought God Legend on his body, launched a fierce battle on this silent night. Their figures staggered in the moonlight, and each collision burst out with dazzling sparks, as if to set the world on fire.

The battle was destined to be long and tragic, but Mu Yu and Jia Luo did not back down. They firmly believe that as long as they are united, they will be able to defeat this formidable enemy. They will do whatever it takes to protect this world and the faith in their hearts.

The wind swept the sand and dust as if it were about to swallow everything. Mu Yu was suppressed to the ground at the moment, her eyes flashed with unyielding light, but she was also shrouded in helplessness and despair.

Ye Qingnian's face looked extremely cold in the firelight, and his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction and deep resentment towards Huaxia. Her voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying thousands of years of vicissitudes and endless anger: "Huaxia people, you have forgotten the promise made thousands of years ago and reneged on the covenant between us. Now, I'm going to make you pay for it all! ”

In Ye Qingnian's body, the power of the Drought Goddess was boiling. This goddess who had been abandoned by the Huaxia people, her anger was as hot as lava, and the resentment of thousands of years condensed into a substantial power at this moment, sweeping the entire camp. Her existence has become the core of this conspiracy to subvert the Huaxia Army.

With the release of the power of the Drought Goddess, the entire camp seemed to fall into purgatory. The wind howled, rolling up puffs of sand and dust, and there was chaos between the heavens and the earth. And in this chaos, the soldiers of the Huaxia Army struggled to resist, trying to stabilize their position, but the power from the Drought Goddess seemed to be unable to resist.

Although Mu Yu was suppressed, his eyes flashed with an unyielding light. He knew that this battle was not only about the life and death of the Chinese army, but also about the dignity and honor of the entire Chinese nation. He took a deep breath and gathered what little strength he had left, ready for the coming storm.

Her hands were slightly open, as if she had grasped an invisible force, which was like a dark whirlpool, constantly drawing vitality and vitality from all around.

The air around them seemed to be drained by this force, becoming dry and dull. The faces of the soldiers of the Huaxia Army gradually lost their blood, and their vitality was being taken away by Ye Qingnian silently. Their eyes were full of horror and despair, but in the face of Ye Qingnian's powerful power, they were helpless.

The night was dark and cloudy, as if to herald an impending storm. In this solemn atmosphere, Ye Qingnian stood on a barren battlefield, her figure was faintly outlined by the moonlight. She clutched a dark black crystal in her hand, the source of the Dryfish's power.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the aura around her instantly becoming tense. I saw that a faint black mist began to appear around her body, and it was the power of the drought fish that was slowly flowing. She began to turn her body slowly, and with each turn, the air around her became drier, as if even the moisture had been sucked away by the force.

At this moment, a group of soldiers of the Huaxia Army rushed over, armed with weapons, and their faces were full of determination and determination. However, in the face of Ye Qingnian's powerful drought power, they seemed so small and powerless. I saw Ye Qingnian wave his hand slightly, and a black energy wave swept out, instantly knocking down several soldiers who rushed to the front to the ground.

Immediately after, more soldiers rushed up, and they rushed towards Ye Qingnian desperately, trying to stop her from continuing to absorb the anger of the Huaxia Army. However, their resistance pales in the face of the power of the Drought Rays. I saw Ye Qingnian wave the crystal in his hand again, and an even more violent energy wave instantly knocked the soldiers who rushed up into the air.

The battle lasted for a long time, Ye Qingnian continued to absorb the vitality of the Huaxia army, and the people who came to stop her fell one after another.

There are constantly people trying to break through the shackles of this darkness and come to stop Ye Qingnian. Some of them wielded blades, some urged spells, but each impact seemed to hit an invisible wall, and was easily repelled by Ye Qingnian. Her figure became more and more cold and ruthless in the night, and with every wave of her hand, life disappeared in front of her.

The smell of blood filled the air, and those once fresh lives had now fallen in a pool of blood. There was still unwillingness and fear in their eyes, but everything was irreparable. Ye Qingnian's face didn't have any waves, she seemed to be just doing something very ordinary, but her strength was getting stronger and stronger.

Her hands were gently spread out, palms upward, as if she was absorbing some kind of power between heaven and earth. As she moved, the air around her began to fluctuate violently, and an invisible force gathered from all directions and poured into her body. This is the power of the drought, and like a parched earth, it greedily devours the life around it.

The surrounding soldiers felt the terror of this force, their faces turned pale and their eyes were full of fear. They tried to step forward to stop Ye Qingnian, but whenever someone approached her, they would be shocked back by the powerful aura emanating from her, and some people even fell to the ground directly because of this, and their vitality passed quickly.

Ye Qingnian's figure became more and more tall and majestic in the night, and her strength was constantly growing, as if she had become the master of this land. There was no wave in her eyes, only indifference and firmness, as if she had turned into a drought and wanted to devour all the life of this land.

In this land, the contest between life and death is going on. Ye Qingnian used the power of the drought to constantly absorb the vitality of the Huaxia army, and those who came to stop her all looked so small and helpless in front of this force. Their shouts and struggles echoed in the night sky, but they could not change their fate.