The war between the Terrans and the Yaksha has entered a fever pitch, and both sides are bloody. In a furious roar, the soldiers of the two clans rushed to the battlefield one after another without fear of death, letting the blood surge!

The war of tens of millions of gods and demigods at the same time was majestic and powerful, and the space where the battlefield was located was slightly distorted by the violent energy, causing ripples, like a lake that had been thrown into stones. The escaping divine power turned into colorful flames of light that shot out in all directions, eroding the ground and the city walls into a thousand holes.

Gods and demigods, any one placed in the mortal world is a peerless powerhouse that dominates one side, but in the war of hell they are just ordinary soldiers, insignificant cannon fodder!

No siege or defense tool can match the attack power of gods and demigods, and even if they do, the cost of making such tools is far greater than hiring a god, which makes the war between gods a simple and tragic one.

The magic barrier above Starsource City is only effective against aliens, and Terran soldiers can enter and exit at will. Therefore, from time to time, seriously injured Terran soldiers would flee into Xingyuan City like meteors, dragging out the Dao Tail Light. These seriously wounded soldiers will immediately be healed by the light and water mages at the head of the city, and then go into battle again.

The battlefield of divine power has become a veritable Shura Hell, where countless gods or demigods fall every moment, and their corpses fall from the sky like tattered sacks.

Dick was glad that he was a mage, able to hide within the defensive boundaries of the city and cast his magic without any threat. Because of the cruelty and tragedy of the white-knuckle battle outside the city, even a high-ranking god did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to survive for an hour.

At this moment, Dick was sitting cross-legged against the battlements. Quietly meditating to restore his magic, his time was running out. Because soon another group of mages will be retiring from the battlefield to meditate and rest, he will have to fill the vacancy at that time.

How many times has this run out of mana? Dick didn't know. He only knew that according to the time of the Karimodan Continent, a whole day had passed, and the corpses of the gods who had fallen to the ground had almost piled up into a hill outside the city, and the blood had spilled into a scarlet sea, and even Dick could still smell the blood at the head of the city at a height of thousands of meters.

However, the war was still in full swing, tens of millions of people were too many, and the fighting of a day and a night was only a fraction of the armies on both sides.

However, the advantage has begun to gradually tilt in favor of the Terran side, because the seriously injured Terran soldiers can escape into Xingyuan City to recuperate, while the injured Yaksha warriors can only wait for the butcher's knife to come.

The three true gods had been fighting fiercely for a whole day. The sparks and flashes of divine power colliding on the pitch-black sky dome have never stopped, and the power of the true god powerhouse has been able to pull the power of heaven and earth for their own use, that is to say, when the divine power of the true god is not exhausted, as long as they are not fatally injured, they can continue to fight.

A thunderous sound resounded through the sky, and a huge divine power shone with brilliant brilliance and fell from the sky, bombarding the magic barrier outside the Star Source City, and in the tearing sound, the magic barrier was torn open under the power of the true god.

"Saraques. You are despicable!" The entire battlefield reverberated with Catherine, the god of hope!

All the Yaksha soldiers looked at the gap in the magic barrier as if they had seen a bloody wolf, their eyes flashed with a violent and bloodthirsty light, and their wings vibrated and pounced on the gap, where were the Terran mages and the wounded, as long as they were destroyed. The scales of victory will be tilted in favor of the Yakshas!

And there are no human Terran soldiers guarding within a hundred meters of the gap, and countless Yaksha clans are about to break through the city!

The sword sparked in the air, and the blood rained down! A dozen Yaksha tribes who pounced on the gap in front of them whined and wailed and shot out. A parabola was drawn, and their bodies began to fall apart while they were still in the air. Blood rain is flying all over the sky!

At the position of the gap, a black-winged blood pupil appeared. The figure of the long sword like snow! A figure that stands in the air and is majestic! A figure named Dick!

Dick held the immortal sword in his hand, standing proudly in the air, his hair and robe fluttering gently in the wind, a pair of pitch-black demon wings behind him flapped gently, and a pair of blood-red eyes coldly swept over the Yaksha clan who were surrounding the gap.

Dick didn't sacrifice himself for others and stood up for his noble sentiments, but he understood the truth that it was difficult to finish the eggs under the nest, and now he had a lossy relationship with the human race Shili in Xingyuan City. Therefore, after a brief hesitation, he borrowed Dimihera's Liliang and rushed to the gap in the energy barrier through the teleportation technique.

"Roar-" The Yaksha warriors surrounding the gap bared their fangs and let out a terrifying roar, and the next moment, hundreds of Yaksha tribes had already flapped their wings and pounced on Dick!

The corners of Dick's lips hooked up, revealing an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, "Space Split!" he let out a low snort. The "Spatial Orderer" in his left hand emitted a brilliant silver light. Large swaths of space twisted, shattered, collapsed, and shattered in front of Dick into a giant spatial blade more than ten feet long. Dick flicked his sword, and the spatial rift slash shot towards the oncoming Yaksha warriors.

The valiant attacking Yaksha warriors were like moths to the flames, their bodies shattered by the spatial rift, and fragments of limbs, flesh, and internal organs scattered in all directions. Dick's figure was still standing proudly! He glanced at the city under his feet, and many of the reserve soldiers of the Star Source Legion who had left behind in the city had already risen into the air and rushed towards here. Moreover, under the operation of the magic array, the gap in the energy barrier is gradually narrowing.

In the roar, the Yaksha warriors charged forward one after another, and the vast divine power broke through the space and shot out, Dick had the immortal sword in his right hand, and the space in his left hand was cracked, and he was not afraid to meet the Yaksha clan who rushed forward, the immortal sword was incomparably sharp, wielding like the wind, and the space was cracked and unbreakable, flying all over the sky!

Dick actually blocked the attack of tens of thousands of Yaksha clans with the strength of one person! The gap has been turned into a Shura slaughterhouse, full of blood, everywhere is death, the sharp sword light and the sharp and vicious slash ruthlessly harvest life.

The Yaksha clan came in more and more, and the attack became more and more fierce, and gradually Dick also added wounds to his body, and blood gushed out. The people who were able to hurt Dick were all Yaksha warriors at the high god level. And it had to cost their lives to potentially hurt him.

"What a space god mage! High in the sky, Saraquis, Catherine, and Youngor had already stopped fighting, and Saraquis crossed his arms to his chest, looking at the Star Source City at his feet from afar, and exclaimed in his mouth.

"Your Excellency Saraquis, the outcome of this battle is already obvious, is there any point in continuing to fight?" Youngor, the wind god, glanced at the battlefield at his feet and said lightly.

Saraquis shook his head helplessly: "That's right, the strength of the two of you is not below me, and you have the city as a support in the battle below, and it is you who have the upper hand." ”

Catherine smiled, like a water lotus gently blooming, with a peerless appearance: "Your Excellency Saraquis understands the matter, and it is good for both of us to stop in moderation, so why do you have to break the net?"

Saraquis stretched out his left hand, and a cloud of black light flashed from his palm, and when the brilliance dissipated, there was already a black jade horn in his hand, which was curved like a bull's horn, and was carved with dark gold patterns.

Saraquis brought the horn to his lips and blew it gently, and the whining sound spread throughout the battlefield, and tens of millions of Yaksha soldiers all stopped their movements when they heard the sound, their faces were angry, doubtful, and unwilling, but Zuihou They all silently put down their weapons and flew to the distance of Xingyuan City to gather a team. The Terran soldiers watched in silence as this unfolded. The faces also have different expressions.

The three true gods, Saraquis, Youngor, and Catherine, descended from the sky and flew back to their respective camps. Saraqis landed in the middle of the Yaksha army and shouted a few words, and then led tens of millions of Yaksha warriors into the distance, until he disappeared into the sky.

Next, Catherine and Youngor arranged for men to clean up the battlefield, bury the corpses, count the casualties, and reward the meritorious deeds.

Dick flapped a pair of black wings and flew under a wall, silently bandaging his wounds.

"It's finally over. Dick let out a long breath in his heart, and there was a feeling of collapse all over his body, "I really didn't expect that the war between the gods and spirits would be so cruel, at least millions of gods or holy realms would have died in this battle!" he said to Dimihera in his heart.

"It's good that you know, compared to this kind of god war, the war in the mortal plane is just a game. Demichra's voice rang in his heart.

"Yes......" Dick was about to say something, but Dimhera suddenly shouted, "Be careful!"

Dick saw only a winged figure wrapped in a beam of black light that shot straight at him, so fast that he couldn't dodge. The figure flew close and reached out to grab his neck, and an invisible liliang burrowed into Dick's body from the large, cold hand, forcibly separating Dimihera from his body.

Dimihera fell out of Dick's body and fell to the ground with a heavy blow, and she cried out in horror, "Dick!"

But Dick could no longer hear her voice at this time, and the Yaksha god Saraqis went and returned, and Dick was being held in the air by his neck at this time, unconscious.

"Saraquis!, you dare!" In the distance, the wind god Youngor shouted angrily, and he and Catherine were transformed into streamers at the same time. Saraquis smiled contemptuously, and with a flap of his wings, the unconscious Dick soared into the air like thunder and lightning, turning into black light and disappearing into the sky. (To be continued......)