Chapter 1887 He Misses His Grandfather
Meng Ke'an wiped away her tears and looked at the young man on the white horse. The spear in his hand was now embedded in the brow of a fourth-level god-level Fire Clan member.
Immediately afterwards, a single shot repelled a Level 5 God-level Three-Eyed Clan member!
At this moment, a towering blade of light passed over Xiao Sheng and slashed towards the human race's warship fleet!
The wall of spirits was instantly cleaved open, and tens of thousands of spirits transformed into soul power and vanished into nothingness.
The human warships of the Great Xia were also within the range of this strike.
It was that fifth-level god-level Black Scale Clan member who used the divine artifact…
Xiao Sheng's white horse neighed and teleported in, blocking the shadow of the sword.
boom!
A massive spear shadow met the blade shadow... Xiao Sheng and the white horse retreated again, their souls growing even dimmer.
As the warships sailed further away, leaving the battlefield area...
Meng Ke'an could no longer see Xiao Sheng's figure...
Soon, even the battle fluctuations behind them could no longer be felt.
Xiao Sheng never allowed a single member of the elite clan to pursue the human warship fleet...
Several hours later, the fleet finally arrived in front of the area where the human race was located.
Another roar came from ahead!
It was a ghostly spirit resembling a twelve-winged angel, leading an army of countless human ghostly spirits.
They are currently engaged in a fierce battle with an endless army of alien races...
Among the alien races here, there are only a dozen or so beings with god-level auras and only two with level five auras.
But the quasi-gods, demigods, and alien races below the demigod level were endless, as if all the alien warriors in the entire Ninth Domain had come.
All ethnic groups, having received the mandate of Heaven, also deserve a share of the spoils!
"Human warriors, pave the way for the living!" Anna's twelve wings fluttered as she repelled a fifth-level god-level Wood Clan member with a single sword strike.
Ignoring the fact that there was a Cyclops of the fourth-level god-level race, he punched her in the back and pierced the skull of another Minotaur of the fourth-level god-level race with his sword...
Her voice echoed in the void.
"Spirits, demonstrate your worth and pave the way for the living!" another fifth-level deity-level spirit shouted.
She appeared to be a middle-aged woman...
If Qinglang were here, he would surely recognize her as the former Silver Armor, the Azure Shadow King whom Qinglang regarded as an elder!
Endless vines were born from nothingness. The Azure Shadow King unleashed his full wood-type power, transforming it into a colossal cage that enveloped himself, Anna, and more than a dozen god-level alien beings.
The battle begins...
All the human spirits, disregarding casualties, continued to gather, forming two more spirit walls.
The dissipation of countless evil spirits created a vast path of nothingness.
Hundreds of thousands of human warships sped past...
Meng Ke'an gazed at the spirit resembling a middle-aged human woman; she must have been extremely beautiful in life.
At this moment, his soul body rapidly faded, transforming into boundless spiritual power, causing the wooden cage to become layer upon layer, which even a fifth-level god-level alien race could not break through.
At that moment, Meng Ke'an seemed to see her own shadow many years later...
……
Meanwhile, on the ninth battlefield.
Outside the major fortresses of the Red Armor Army.
An endless coalition of alien races filled the horizon; countless races and numbers had arrived.
They are currently fighting against the human race...
Outside the first fortress, countless human ancestral formations of various forms were locked in fierce battle with the allied forces of various races.
Similarly, every second that passes, the ancestral formation of the human race collapses.
Countless human warriors died...
Countless alien races also perished before the human race's great formation...
A lone figure ventured deep into enemy territory.
She was surrounded by a bloodthirsty aura.
Lu Ling's expression had long since returned to calm. She was wearing enchanted armor, and her long, wavy hair was stained with the blood of various alien races, making her look colorful.
With the opening of the Netherworld Domain, the number of alien races slain increased... Countless blood-red sword lights transformed into threads, spreading within an endless blood mist over a radius of a hundred miles.
At this moment, the beautiful woman looked like a king of the underworld, exuding an overwhelming aura.
boom!
A top-tier quasi-god, having just entered the Netherworld Domain, was instantly shredded by countless sword threads...
The immense blood energy flowed into the Netherworld.
Lu Ling's combat power has finally broken through once again...
The Netherworld!
The more she kills, the stronger she becomes. Even Lu Ling herself doesn't know where the limit is!
The only drawback is that the battle cannot stop... Once it stops, the accumulated sword threads will dissipate.
Everything has to start all over again...
Lu Ling's combat strength was originally only comparable to a first-level god, but now she has actually broken through to the third-level god level...
The bravery of that beautiful female general greatly boosted the morale of all the red-armored soldiers in the first fortress.
Everyone unleashed their full fighting power!
……
Red Armor Second Fortress!
The bald boy's battle staff left afterimages as he swung it. After activating his Golden Body ability, the boy was like a reincarnated Arhat, his whole body radiating golden light.
With each swing of the staff, countless towering staff shadows crashed into the alien ocean before him... Blood and bits of flesh flew everywhere.
Yozo's spiritual power seemed inexhaustible; every time he was injured, he would deliberately injure himself again.
At this moment, Ye Zang's entire body was already stained red with his own blood...
As he walked, he left a trail of bloody footprints in his wake!
At that moment, all the red-armored soldiers of the Second Fortress saw the young warrior who was like a god of death.
He alone is worth more than an entire city's army!
What's most terrifying is that every single one of the boy's staff strikes carries three supernatural abilities: divine power, invisibility, and petrification!
Without the gods appearing, even the strongest quasi-gods... unless Ye Zang deliberately takes an injury to activate the Undying Ant... they can't even get within a hundred miles of Ye Zang before turning into stone dust and dissipating.
"Brothers, fight to the death!"
"Ants...fear not a thousand armies before them!"
Rumble!
……
The third fortress is guarded by the Corpse Demon Zhang Jie, whose abilities are in no way inferior to Ye Zang's.
His spiritual power was only three points. When he lost his wisdom, for some unknown reason, his spiritual power seemed to be endless.
This seems even stronger than Yozo's immortal ant!
The young zombie demon knew nothing of protection, nor why he killed...
All he knew was that his master had ordered him to stay here, so he would stay here.
Even if we die in battle, the fortress must not be lost...
Eighteen ribs transformed into eighteen golden whirlwinds, unleashing endless stone-elemental rules!
As large numbers of alien races were slaughtered, their remains turned into dust that spread across a radius of thousands of miles.
This also left the Corpse Demon Zhang Jie looking disheveled and humiliated...
Gradually, although the Corpse Demon Zhang Jie had inexhaustible spiritual power, he suddenly became hungry.
I miss my husband too!
"Master!"
The dust-covered young zombie boy appeared more handsome than any other zombie.
Beneath his skin, only faint blue veins were visible.
Corpse Demon Zhang Jie looked around but couldn't see his master anywhere...
"grandfather--!"
It seemed that the more he couldn't find Zhao Yin, the more the Corpse Demon Zhang Jie missed him, his hoarse voice sounding like a child crying.
boom!
While he was lost in thought, a top-tier quasi-god of the Three-Eyed Clan unleashed a bolt of lightning, striking the Corpse Demon Zhang Jie squarely on the head.
But it couldn't even break through the slightest bit of defense.
The young corpse demon's face immediately contorted...
"Roar--!"
Filled with intense anger and longing, he bared his fangs and spat out a fireball.
The three-eyed god was directly in the center, and in the next moment, it turned into ashes and vanished... The eyes of the Corpse Demon Zhang Jie dimmed once again.
"Master...!"
At that moment, he seemed to suddenly become clever, and took out a sound transmission talisman...
This was personally handed to him by the master.
At that time, Zhao Yin didn't care whether he could understand or not; he just made him sign a blood oath.
Corpse Demon Zhang Jie recalled how his grandfather had rubbed his bald head back then.
"When you miss me, just send me a telepathic message!"
Corpse Demon Zhang Jie grinned broadly: "Master—!"
