Chapter 1986 Battle Dead

May 16 of the eighth year of the Anpoca!

On the tenth day of the offensive and defensive battle of the War Alliance, under the intense attention of all parties, the Demon Domain still failed to hold on to the end after all, and did not bring hope to those who had illusions, and millions of beast tides encountered a comprehensive Waterloo in the north of the War Alliance, and were defeated from top to bottom.

Following the capture of the Hundred Refining Black Peng, the Eastern Emperor Yue Golden War Beast 'Xingfan Dragon Spider' was killed by Tigris, and the Wood Qilin was trapped by Tang Shou, Tang Zang, and Tang Juan, the secret skills of the three martial saint combinations, and was buried by Ren Tian and drained his soul.

The three supreme commanders of the three demon mountains were either killed or captured, causing the already fragile demon domain ruling system to collapse, and more than four million beast tides were either angry or panicked, so that they were completely out of control. The huge group of demon beasts fought on their own, just to escape, and no longer attacked. Especially the teams between the different demon ridges have completely lost their cooperation and reinforcements.

Ke Zunshan, Tang Zhibai, and Tang Yuanque each assumed the heavy responsibility of commanding a region, firmly controlled their own theaters, and even made use of the strong assault capabilities of the Thunderwolf Giant Wolf troops to divide the beast tides in their respective theaters into battle circles of different sizes, carry out key attacks, and encircle and suppress them.

The battle alliance erupted with unprecedented blood and passion, and the offensive was stronger than the wave.

The chaos of the beast tide is higher than one another, and it can no longer form an effective unified command, and it is chaotic from top to bottom.

This final riot lasted for five full hours, until the night of the sixteenth came to an official end in desolation and bloodshed!

The war alliance's onslaught, encirclement and suppression, regardless of attrition, caused heavy casualties on their own side, but the results received were equally brilliant.

Except for the millions of beast tides that fled into dozens of groups and fled into the Gonggu Mountain Range, the remaining more than three million beast tides were all trapped, some killed in battle, and some died, drawing a sad end to the bloody melee on the northern battlefield.

However, thinking of the fact that there were two million beast tides roaming in the depths of the rainforest, coupled with these million beast tides, the number was still very large, and the war alliance did not have time to rest, let alone taste the sweetness of victory, the high-level simply met and discussed and made a direct decision.

After a short rest, the two million troops of the Demon Spirit Clan set out again to encircle and suppress the remnants of the Demon Domain. The War Alliance mobilized another million living forces to launch a sweep in the Gonggu Mountains.

More than 1 million reinforcements from the southeast naturally took on this glorious mission and cooperated with the war alliance to encircle and suppress the deserters of the demon domain.

Mo Yansheng, Suni Beast, Ma Po Po, and Old Man Bai, the four air martial powers turned to the battlefield of the Corpse Emperor, and united with the Qi Heavenly Emperor to forcibly attack, transferring the battlefield to the depths of the void.

The four major air martial artists want to cooperate with the Qi Tianren Emperor and borrow the power of the void to destroy the corpse emperor.

The Corpse Emperor Clan has perished, and they will never allow the Corpse Emperor to continue to live outside, otherwise the Corpse Emperor who has lost his own clan will have no scruples, blinded by hatred, and will become a major threat to the whole world, and can do anything, even at the expense of disobeying the agreement of 'the Emperor does not kill the saint'.

A war lasted for ten days, this was a ten days that the world remembered, and it was also a ten days that caused a sensation in all directions, natural disasters and human disasters destroyed hundreds of miles of splendid mountains and rivers inside and outside the war alliance into ruins, and the northern and eastern areas of the beast mountain were even more shattered. The 'sad brushstrokes' of these wars have completely smeared the war alliance inside and out.

At the end of the war, the Demon Spirit Clan shouldered the heavy responsibility of pursuit, and the remaining war alliances fell in pieces.

Whether it is a demon beast or a human race, many of them lie down on the spot.

They fell in the ruins, in the heaps of corpses, in the arms of their companions, tired, wounded, to the limit, and after the last of the pride, their consciousness swirled and their bodies were sore.

Even many high-level martial venerables, demi-saints, and saint realms all fell powerlessly at the moment of victory.

Some were tired and asleep, some were in a coma of pain, and some wept with joy, kneeling in the blood slurry, laughing hoarsely in the face of the torrential rain, and crying in the face of the wind.

Ten days! 10 hellish days!

How many people died, and how many died.

All those who died are worthy of honor.

The people who survived did not have a heavenly scroll, and it was not a fluke.

Tang Yan sat paralyzed on the top of a mountain in the north, his face was pale, weak, and even his black hair was faintly gray. His hands had lost sensation because of the constant tapping of the scalp drum, and they were thin and yellow, covered with skin and bones, and they had been squeezed dry of blood and essence.

Although he borrowed the power of hell, it was not his own power.

If you want to control the entire north, it is rare to be huge, and the potential and blood of the squeeze can be imagined, not to mention the three days of sleepless and continuous waving.

Tang Yan stood up tremblingly and walked to the edge of the cliff, shaky but standing firmly with his feet rooted.

He stared at the mountains and rivers, at the endless devastation.

The sky and the earth are still dark, the wind is still roaring, the rain is still drenching, the thunder and dark clouds are still rolling, but the reverberating shouts and killing tides are no longer there.

The battlefield, which had been boiling for ten days, fell silent at this moment.

They are exhausted, they are tired, they have no strength to speak, they just want to sleep beautifully with the joy of victory.

"Good work. Tang Yan propped up his weak body and slowly bent down in the direction of the north, saluting the corpses in the ruins, pits, and blood, and the survivors who were asleep in a coma. The victory of the War Alliance is inseparable from anyone's efforts, and it is inseparable from the brave blood and tenacity.

He mourns for the deceased, and he will be proud of the deceased.

He rejoiced for the living, but also felt sad for the living.

Victory finally came at this moment, but no one, including Tang Yan, was as relieved as expected, let alone able to look at the glory of the future.

Tang Yan bent down in sentimentality, knelt down in bending, and knelt again...... Weakly falling......

Niya appeared at the top of the mountain, weakly crooked, and softly embraced the unconscious Tang Yan. With what little strength he had left, he warmed his tired and withered body, and wiped the dirt on his face with a bright handkerchief.

Speechless, sad in silence, eyes drooping, tired in arms.

The deceased are desolate, and the living are lucky.

A vicious battle is not a test of life and death.

Anyone can die, in any battle circle, at any time, once it falls, yin and yang are separated, all prosperity and all feelings will come to an abrupt end, and even unable to say goodbye to relatives, and there is no opportunity to look back on their lives and make a nostalgia.

Those who survived were not a new life.

All kinds of feelings, who can understand.

Niya hugged Tang Yan in her arms, softly and silently. His thoughts were sluggish, and his eyes seemed to be hazy. The consciousness is hazy, but occasionally there are wisps of pictures of the past, all kinds of things, like blurry, but like so clear.

It's been a long time since I've talked to each other, and it's been a long time since I've been warm to each other. He used to be a child, and he hasn't been stuck in his arms for a long time and begged for a hug. Everything is changing, which is the price and burden of growth.

The sky and the earth are dark, the wind is howling, and the torrential rain is pouring, washing the mountains and rivers, washing them, but the world seems to be so quiet, it has never been quiet in three or five years, obviously the world is cold, but each other's arms are so warm.

Chocolate picked up Zhaoyi and the others in silence, returned to the devastated eastern battlefield, and returned to the ruins of mountains and rivers in torrential rain.

Zhaoyi hugged Yin Xiyue's tattered corpse in her arms, sitting dejectedly, in a sluggish trance, letting the rain curtain pour, washing herself, splashing mud, letting the wind stir her head full of wet methods, and letting the thick blood drift in the hazy world.

The three sisters have the most sincere feelings, from the Canglan Ancient Land to the Dayan Mountains, and from the Central Plains to the Ten Thousand Ancient Beast Mountain, and finally from the Qitian Continent to the Lost War Realm, accompanied all the way, thousands of years of true love, never thought of losing each other, but at this moment Yin and Yang are separated.

Rahu was rarely quiet, scarred, sitting on the top cliff of Jianfeng, facing the lightning and thunder, looking at the ruins of a hundred miles. The difficulty and tragedy of this battle have far exceeded the invasion campaign of the corpse royal family back then, and the six-day passive defense has caused too much tragedy and desolation.

The desolation, the tragedy, the madness in wartime, and the sentimentality in the post-war period.

A thousand words, only a soft sigh: "I died a lot more." ”

Tianji was scarred, weak and painful, she lay in Zhao Zimo's arms, her delicate body trembled gently in cold and pain, her tired eyes were hazy in the rain, and she looked at the battlefield full of corpses and blood in distraction.

What lasted in my mind for a long time was the bloody and hideous faces of the war, the wielded butcher knives and cruel martial arts, and the most unforgettable thing was probably Xue Tianchen's self-explosion.

Before and after the self-explosion, Xue Tianchen's battlefield was not far from her, and the last quarter of an hour of hysteria, and the endless laughter and pride that were exposed at the end, deeply touched her soul.

Tianji and Xue Tianchen have looked at each other for many years, but it is the first time they have looked at him positively.

I can't put it into words, only a bleak blockage in my heart.

"It's all gone, it's over. Zhao Zimo gently stroked her wet long hair, hugging her trembling delicate body, but she didn't have that sadness and sentimentality.

Without their rescue, he would have been a cold corpse, lying desolate in the mud and blood, receiving the washing of the torrential rain and the sentimentality of his brothers and friends.

There are many life and deaths experienced, but there has never been this unforgettable.

is not only because of his own life and death struggle, but also because of the self-explosion and tragedy of thousands of acquaintances, which are engraved in my heart again and again, in my eyes, and in my soul.