As he spoke, Dick and the others had already come to the side of the god of wind and hope, standing side by side with them, facing the true gods of the hundred tribes together. The main hall is vast and magnificent, but at the moment it seems a little narrow, and it cannot accommodate the coexistence of the two sides of the confrontation. Powerful breaths collided and collided with each other.

Suddenly, a heavenly momentum rose in the main hall, and the aura of many true gods compared to this momentum was like the light of the stars meeting the bright moon, and it was difficult to resist at all! That momentum was so domineering, unstoppable, overshadowing everything in the audience!

Without warning, a figure appeared on the throne at the end of the hall, a black cloak that seemed to condense thousands of nights, and an equally pitch-black scythe that radiated the light of death.

Silently, all the true gods in the hall saluted together, and they lowered their proud heads on weekdays: "I have seen the Lord God!"

The Lord of Darkness waved his hand lightly. The vast, slightly hoarse voice echoed throughout the hall: "O true god from the Hundred Races of Hell, I understand your contradictions. All the true gods listened in silence.

"The human race is rampaging in the mortal world through the demon army, arousing public indignation, incurring crusades, and attracting hundreds of races to attack, this is nothing, but the plane war is approaching, and civil war is not allowed at such a juncture!"

"For this reason, I have to intervene in this matter, as the leader of all races, the strong man of the true god should also be responsible for his own race! ”

"The Lord God said so!" echoed the countless true gods.

The Lord of Darkness spoke again: "Now, let the true gods of all races fight and resolve the conflict with force. Wash away the shame with blood, and gain the right to speak with the sword! Just like you did with Tlansius, the god of war! If the hundred tribes win. The Terrans must unconditionally surrender Starsource City, if the Terrans win. The Hundred Races must also cede the city and recognize the status of the Terrans!"

Boundless darkness suddenly poured out from behind the Lord of Darkness and spread along the walls to the entire hall, and in the blink of an eye, both the walls and the ground and the dome were covered in a black shield.

Dick felt it carefully, the darkness had an extremely strong protective effect, enough to withstand the full attack of the true god powerhouse.

The Dark Lord's mighty voice rumbled, "Now, let's get started!"

The battle unfolds in an instant!

The true gods roared. Unleash a furious attack on the opponent who is close at hand!The energy of the riot flies in all directions, and the exuding energy roars across the city! However, even the full force of the true god's blow cannot break through the barrier laid by the dark lord and cause the slightest damage to the main hall.

The wind god Youngor swung his scimitar in his hand again and again, and the brilliant sword roared out, cutting through the air and hitting the true god of the hundred tribes. The reactions of the true gods of the hundred clans were different, some dodged with agility, some resisted with blades, and some waved their claws to attack.

Catherine, the god of hope, stretched out her slender finger and twinked at a true god, a milky white light shining through her fingertips. Break through the air. The true god from the forest troll clan slumped sideways, dodging the white light, and then swooped forward like lightning, swinging its claws and unleashing a sharp attack.

To Dick's surprise. The opponent chosen by McFarland, Landas, and Gold was actually the Titan of the Demon Clan. But he was relieved after a little thought. For seven years, the trio teamed up almost every day to fight against Dimichra. They have long been accustomed to fighting together, and they are also accustomed to facing opponents whose individual strength is far stronger than their own.

The three of them complement each other. With tacit understanding, McFarland and Gold charged forward with swords in hand, and Landath used the true artifact warbow to cover behind. With the endless sword light and sword shadows combined with the elusive light arrows, even Titan, who was seventh on the ground list, was slightly embarrassed and couldn't defeat the three of them in a short time!

Dimichra faced the siege of eight true god powerhouses at the same time, but she held the magic sword and grieved like the wind, whistling back and forth, not falling into the wind at all. After taking the God-given Elixir, Dimihera's strength has gradually recovered to its peak state, and the demeanor of the Angel of the First Battle is the same as before!

The demon sword grieved the purple flames, soaring and flying, the sword curtain was like a seal, pouring into the air, the eight true gods fought and retreated, and they had gradually been forced to the dead end of the main hall, and Di Mihera shouted again: "The Dragon King of the Netherworld!"

The heavens and the earth darkened, the flat ground swept into a hurricane, the dark elements in the space condensed wildly at an unprecedented speed, and a magic array that almost covered the entire sky took shape in the air, and the magic runes composed of countless dark elements moved back and forth in the magic array according to the mysterious trajectory.

An angry, terrifying, dragon's roar from the netherworld of hell instantly became the only sound in the world! A huge and hideous black dragon head slowly poked out from the magic array, followed by a slender neck, and two sharp front claws that shimmered with cold light. A sturdy body, black wings that cover the sky, thick and powerful hind limbs, and a slender and muscular dragon tail!

The Netherworld Dragon King flew out of the magic circle completely, revealing his figure to the world! It let out a long groan, and its body circled in the air, as if to show the world its powerful and graceful form.

The Helldragon King's massive body hovered behind Dimihera, opening his bloody mouth and spitting out blazing flames. Assists in Dimihera's offensive.

A true god from the Yaksha clan roared violently, and the divine power in his body burned like a raging flame on the surface of his body. He swung his claws, and two brilliant claws burst through the air! The black wings behind Dimihera stretched, and her delicate body flew into the air, dodging the ferocious attack, and then landed on top of the Helldragon King's head. The Netherworld Dragon King groaned and held his head high!

With a flick of her wings, Dimihera leaped from the top of the Dragonlord's head, and the sword of sorrow slashed down with the momentum of the fall, bringing with it a howling wind. In a hurry, the true god of the Yaksha clan only had time to protect his head with his arms.

The Demon Sword Grief struck the Yaksha True God's steel-piercing arms, slightly hindered, and then broke straight in, splitting him in half from head to crotch!

The first true god of the Hundred Races has fallen!

All the remaining true gods were terrified, and even the elegant and aristocratic Titan's eyes widened. They couldn't accept that the Terrans, who had imagined that the mermaids could kill the true gods so easily.

Dick chanted a mantra while wielding the Immortal Sword, the sword surging back and forth, clash back and forth between the arrays of alien true gods, and in the past seven years of training by Dimihera, his swordsmanship has also improved considerably. Between the rolling of the dark black divine power, one after another pitch-black sword rays drew a tricky trajectory and slashed towards the surrounding gods.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, a crisp female voice sounded: "Demon Dark World!"

Deep darkness enveloped the space, and slowly condensed like substance, forming a black and pure vortex, and a demonic claw full of scaly claws poked out of the center of the dark vortex and slashed at Dick's chest!

Dick snorted softly in the midst of the sword light flying, "Space Crack Spear!"

A large space in front of Dick produced a black crack out of thin air, and the crack spread rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it was already filled with a narrow space, and its shape was exactly the shape of a spear, and with a tooth-aching cracking sound, the space completely collapsed. The raging spatial turbulence spilled through the hole, and Dick carefully controlled the spatial energy, aiming it at the incoming demonic claws.

With a sharp sound of breaking the wind, the space cracked the sky and left, causing ripples in the space of the path.

The Spatial Rift Spear roared past, shattering the demon's claws, and then broke through and stabbed straight at the caster. A muffled snort sounded, and then a figure shot out of the battle circle with blood. Falling to the ground is none other than Hilea, the true god of the Demon Clan.

Dick stared at Hilaya, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes! His left eye turned purple, shooting out a purple light, and his right eye turned golden, forcing out a golden ray, and the purple light and golden light merged into one in the air, condensing into a purple-gold brilliant beam, piercing the center of Hilaya's eyebrows! (To be continued......