The six hundred and sixty-sixth legion marched forward carrying Evan Rowell.

"No……"

As Qing Niu stepped out, he and his hunters instantly appeared in front of the door of the final plane.

These mysterious stalkers have demonstrated their terrifying instincts. Their figures are vague and uncertain, as if they exist in multiple dimensions at the same time.

They began to contact the plane door, and the strange energy flowing out of the door was greedily absorbed by them, like a hungry herd finding long-lost food.

Eric felt horrified when he saw this scene.

He tried to use the power of the Lady of the Night to prevent this disaster, but the stalkers who traveled through the angle seemed immune to his power. The black death light emitted by his tentacles was distorted and absorbed the moment it came into contact with the stalkers.

No trace left.

As the hounds devoured the plane door, the door gradually lost its luster and began to crack. As the energy of the door was extracted, the balance of power in the entire Whispering Square began to change.

The stability of the space is destroyed, and the surrounding scene begins to blur and distort, like a broken picture.

"roar--"

Just when the two family heads were in despair, they found a glimmer of hope when they looked up at the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of coldness and thunder. The huge white dragon army was like divine soldiers descending from the sky, cutting through the clouds with their huge bodies, dyeing the entire sky with a layer of ice.

The scene in the sky has undergone a dramatic change. From the original battle-torn battlefield, it has now become a spectacular sky drama. With the arrival of the White Dragon Army, the sky seems to be swept by huge dragon wings, and the clouds are torn apart.

It cracked, bringing an icy breath and the sparkle of thunder and lightning.

These huge white dragons immediately changed the appearance of the battlefield as soon as they appeared. Their wingspan was as wide as the sky, and every time they flapped their wings, the wind and clouds changed colors and thunder roared.

The icy air flow accompanied their every movement, bringing a chill to the scorched earth battlefield.

The dragon's breath exhaled from the dragon's throat was like the cold current in winter, filling the air with layers of white cold mist.

With their arrival, the originally dark sky seemed to be lit up by the power of these white dragons, showing a mysterious and glorious blue.

In the sky above the battlefield, the super-sized white dragon that was promoted to the Dragon of Saints looked particularly terrifying. Its whole body was covered with dense white worms, and each worm squirmed, as if weaving a web on its huge body.

A web of terror. These worms add an incredible layer of wildness and intimidation to the white dragon, making its presence on the battlefield even more prominent and frightening.

The originally gentle and pure white eyes had completely mutated at this moment, turning into huge fireballs burning with blue flames.

This pair of fireball eyes burned in the dark night, projecting a faint blue light, giving its surroundings a layer of coolness and deathly silence.

Whenever it glances across, the scorching blue flames seem to ignite the air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.

When Eric saw this scene, his face was ecstatic:

"Gods bless us!!!!"

boom--

The silent atmosphere was broken, and bursts of thunder like the wrath of God came from the sky, highlighting the coming storm.

The Saint's Dragon and other dragons controlled by the leader of the Dragon Breath Alchemist Family charged towards the Blue Bull.

"roar!!!!"

As they arrived, deafening dragon roars echoed in the air, as if they were a declaration of challenge to Qingniu.

Subsequently, the entire battlefield was covered by the dragon's breath that was frozen for thousands of miles, and the battle on the ground was instantly frozen by this powerful icy force, bringing a short period of tranquility to the battlefield.

Qing Niu's movements froze in the face of this sudden attack.

His body covered by countless eyes seemed to lose color in an instant. As the cold dragon's breath came into contact with his body, his figure began to become blurry, as if he might be completely swallowed by this power at any time.

But he did not escape, his hand was still pressed tightly against the door. He did not let the legion protect him, but let the legion accelerate the pace of advancement. His consciousness was completely disconnected at this moment.

At this time, the head of the Lonely Voice family on the dragon's back acted like a god controlling thunder.

He stood on the dragon's broad back, with a hard and slippery platform made of dragon scales under his feet.

The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to obey his call and began to gather. The roar was deafening, and the atmosphere was full of oppression and uneasy omens.

The trident in his hand was no longer a simple weapon, but turned into an energy rod, the tip of which shone with a light strong enough to cut through the night.

Thunder and lightning gathered around the trident, twisting into a spherical light group, emitting a dazzling blue-white light.

His eyes were firm and cold, with no hesitation or fear on the battlefield, only absolute control over the coming destructive power.

When he raised his trident, the entire sky seemed to hold its breath, and a huge electric field was formed between the thunder and lightning and the clouds.

"Go to hell, lackeys of heaven!!!!"

With his roar, Maurice Haisheng suddenly swung his trident downward.

Pfft————————

The voltage in the air reached the extreme, and a huge lightning bolt wider than the city wall fell from the sky. It was too fast to be caught with the naked eye, leaving only a blazing light streaking across the night sky.

This thunder was like the wrath of the gods, splitting open the darkness and hitting the ground where the green bull was.

Before the lightning strikes the ground, the soil and rocks on the ground are evaporated first, and the air is filled with the smell of scorched earth and ozone.

[Plane conquest progress: 8/8]

Tick-tock——

Buzz——

The ticking of the clock and the roar of lightning suddenly sounded, and the air on the battlefield instantly became still, and everyone blinked and stared ahead.

The blazing lightning struck at the green bull like the wrath of the gods. This scene seemed to be a foregone conclusion and there was no way to reverse it.

However, at this critical moment, a hand that seemed ordinary but contained endless power appeared out of thin air, like a supreme hand that stirred reality from nothingness.

The palm of this hand has fair skin and smooth lines, almost exuding an inhuman perfection and indifference.

There is a complex figure 8 [Mobius strip] engraved on the palm of his hand, surrounding the profound mysteries of the universe.

When lightning comes into contact with this mysterious symbol, space seems to be distorted, time freezes, and everything around loses its color.

Pfft~

At the moment of contact, the lightning was miraculously shattered, as if fragile glass was shattered in front of a hard diamond.

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, the power of the thunder dispersed in the wind like crushed paper scraps.

The master waved lightly, and the remaining arcs and sparks in his hand were scattered aside, just like sweeping away the dust.

Then, the smell of burning and electric shock filled the air, and the owner of the hand slowly revealed its form.

He stood in front of Qingniu with a calm expression, as if the feat he just performed was just a daily trivial matter.

At this moment, the battlefield was extremely silent, and everyone stared blankly at the blond young man who suddenly appeared.

On the battlefield under continuous artillery fire, his figure is like a nobleman walking out of a painting, with both elegant temperament and a calmness that is rare on the battlefield.

He is wearing a well-tailored black formal suit. The red double-breasted vest and the white shirt are in sharp contrast, giving him a somewhat classical romantic style. Wearing a black top hat, he looks particularly elegant and formal, and in his right hand he holds a

silver walking stick.

At this time, Xia Xiu tapped Qing Niu's shoulder with his left hand. The latter fainted on the ground, with a look of pain on his face, as if he had just endured unspeakable torture.

His voice was gentle and encouraging:

"You did a great job, Evan."

There was both appreciation and a hint of imperceptible appreciation in his tone. As his words fell, the shadows under his feet began to squirm strangely, as if they had a life of their own.

The six hundred and sixty-six stalkers, the mysterious creatures that inhabited the green bull, seemed to feel some kind of call. They slowly emerged from the unconscious green bull and swarmed towards the heavenly kingdom one by one.

At the feet of the four sword-wielding men.

These shadow creatures rotated gently on his toes, and then gently kissed the toes of his shoes like a lover's kiss, expressing their loyalty and obedience to their master.

Qingniu's tense body slowly relaxed, and he fell to the ground meekly, breathing rhythmically, and fell into a deep sleep.

He is a little tired and needs to sleep for a while.

Now that the director is here, he can rest assured and sleep for a while, even if this is a battlefield now, it doesn't matter.

In the gloom before dawn, Xia Xiu stood on the ruins after the war. His eyes slowly moved away from the unconscious Qingniu and towards the Whispering Square that was destroyed by artillery fire.

The scene of dilapidation and ruins looked particularly desolate in the morning light, but his expression was surprisingly calm, even with a relieved smile.

Gently, he took off the black top hat on his head, held it elegantly on his chest, and then opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

Buzz——

Buzz——

Buzz——

Three halos like mutton-fat white jade suddenly appeared slowly behind him. These haloes were pure white and flawless, exuding a soft and warm radiance, like the first ray of sunshine in winter, dispelling the cold and haze of the long night.

As the halo appeared, an unfathomable and divine power began to flow out of Xia Xiu's body.

This power was like a tide, centered on him and spreading out in all directions.

He took a deep breath of cold air, which was fresh and smelling of gunpowder smoke after the war. Then, he said in a low and joyful voice:
Chapter completed!