Chapter 440: Flick of the fingers
In the dust, Liang Yuxin's vision gradually became clear.
In front of the 197 class, a huge dragon wing blocked the impact for them.
Gu Jia's ancient dragon, like an old hen protecting her chicks, protected everyone under her body.
Her eyes, shining with golden light, looked around quietly.
The sun shone through the thin clouds and sprinkled on the devastated land.
Fengdu City.
This was the first main city built after the establishment of the Demon Slayer Division. It was also the first line of defense for the human race to resist foreign invasions for hundreds of years...
Completely disappeared.
Buried with him were millions of demon army.
The mountain that had been weighing on the human race for thousands of years collapsed in an instant.
The survivors slowly came back to their senses from the shock, and their faces were intertwined with indescribable emotions. They supported each other, and wherever they looked, there were ruins, but their hearts were burning with unprecedented hope.
"We...really won?" A trembling voice, with unbelievable surprise, sounded in the crowd. These simple words seemed to open a gate, causing everyone's emotions to burst instantly.
"Yes, we won!" Another person responded loudly, with tears in his eyes. He threw away the long knife in his hand, covered his face with his hands, and knelt down and cried bitterly.
The people around reacted one after another. They hugged, clapped, or shouted loudly. Everyone's face was filled with a long-lost smile.
"Win!!"
"We survived!!"
Huge cheers resounded through the sky.
Even in the infinite abyss, the great joy of the human coalition could be felt.
Lu Changsheng looked at the scene in front of him quietly. After a while, he turned his head and looked at the infinite true god beside him.
Unexpectedly, the expression of the infinite true god was unusually calm, and there was even a little admiration in his eyes.
It seemed that everything that happened in the world was just a wonderful drama.
Lu Changsheng stared at Wuliang Zhenshen with full concentration, ready to take action at any time.
The war between the human race and the demon race has ended.
Next, it is his war with Wuliang Zhenshen!
"Very exciting..." Wuliang Zhenshen clapped his hands gently and said with a little appreciation.
"But now, it's a bit troublesome..."
"I originally planned to let the demon race slaughter all the human race, and then take these heads and sacrifice them to Wuliang Lord in exchange for his authority."
"After this disturbance, I can only sacrifice the millions of demons buried under Fengdu City..."
"In the end, I still have to do it myself..."
Lu Changsheng's heart suddenly sounded alarm bells, and a strong sense of crisis occupied all his consciousness.
Without any hesitation, Lu Changsheng turned the long sword in his hand and planned to pierce his heart directly.
At this moment, the entire Wuliang Abyss trembled at the same time.
In just a moment, this small world collapsed rapidly.
In Lu Changsheng's eyes, the figure of Wuliang Zhenshen retreated thousands of meters in an instant, out of the range of [Anti-Fate Lock].
No...
To be precise, the entire abyss was retreating!
From the moment Lu Changsheng had the killing intention, Wuliang Zhenshen predicted his reaction and kicked him out of the Wuliang Abyss.
Lu Changsheng looked at the unfamiliar environment around him. Everything he saw was desolate, and there were traces of the demon army's activities everywhere.
"Is it the Wanli Demon Territory that's coming for me?"
Lu Changsheng cursed in his heart, quickly found the direction, turned into a rainbow light, and flew towards Fengdu City.
......
Fengdu City.
Huge cheers resounded through the sky.
At the most excited and joyful moment of the human coalition, a sudden change occurred!
In the ruins of Fengdu City, wisps of scarlet blood mist floated towards the sky through the ruins.
At first, there were only a few blood mists, but after a few breaths, they became hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands!
Countless blood mists gathered in the air, forming a huge blood-colored sphere.
"What is that...?" someone asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of doubts and confusion.
The crowd suddenly became agitated, and everyone was looking around, wondering what would happen next.
The joy of victory just now was quickly replaced by uneasiness and vigilance.
"No matter what he is, stop him!" Lin Yuan waved the white jade spear and once again used the [Six-Staff Light Prison] as the core of the formation.
The golden barrier compressed from all directions, firmly imprisoning the blood-colored sphere in the air.
The huge blood-colored sphere shattered, tearing the sky into a dark crack.
A man wearing a glazed jade crown and dark gold clothes stepped out of the crack and stood in the air.
Wuliang Zhenshen placed his right hand on the scarlet sword at his waist and looked around quietly.
His final gaze fell on the twelve venerables around him who were performing the [Six-Staff Light Prison].
Within the golden barrier, golden chains had been generated, shooting out along the edge of the barrier and tightly wrapped around Wuliang Zhenshen.
The [Six-Staff Light Prison] that was enough to suppress the ninth-level venerable seemed to be non-existent in front of Wuliang Zhenshen.
He slowly raised his right hand and bent his middle finger.
It bounced off the table as if it were a speck of dust.
Snap!
One of the Venerables who maintained the [Six-Staff Light Prison] was directly blasted through by an invisible force.
From the waist up, everything was crushed into pieces of meat.
Blood mist bloomed in the air, and the Venerable's twitching lower body fell to the ground powerlessly.
Plop.
In front of hundreds of thousands of human coalition forces, an eighth-level Venerable was easily crushed by a flick of the finger.
The coalition forces instantly fell into a dead silence, and shock surged like a tide, drowning everyone's heart.
The sun seemed to have lost its temperature at this moment, and the cold wind rose quietly, penetrating everyone's bone marrow, bringing a piercing chill.
People's breathing became heavy and slow, as if even the air had solidified, leaving only the dull sound of the broken body slowly falling to the ground, echoing in the empty ruins for a long time.
Everyone looked at each other blankly, but could only see disbelief and fear in each other's eyes.
Some people in the coalition began to retreat, staggering, as if even standing was a luxury. More people stood there, with empty eyes, unable to accept the facts before their eyes.
The joy of victory burst like a bubble, replaced by deep despair and fear.
"Is that... God..." A soldier muttered to himself, his voice trembling, as if he was asking the sky, and as if he was asking himself.
This low hum was like opening Pandora's box.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness rose in everyone's heart.
They once thought that after the battle of Fengdu City, they were no longer afraid, but at this moment, facing the infinite true god, all their courage and faith seemed to have vanished.
Is there really anyone who can fight against such an existence?
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