Liang Qiyuan raised his hand and was killed by a golden light.

"Tu Ziyu, it's you!"

Liang Qiyuan shouted low, and the war puppet behind him rushed out and grabbed a 40-year-old puppet master who was sitting upright.

The forty-year-old puppet master chuckled and retreated toward the rear.

In front of him, a black war puppet punched out, blocking Liang Qiyuan's war puppet.

"Bang——"

The two war puppets collided together, and Tu Ziyu's war puppet was punched away by Liang Qiyuan's war puppet.

Tu Ziyu's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand, and a ball of suppressed blood rose in his palm.

"What are you going to do!"

"Your bloodline exploded, you are crazy."

"You are a traitor!"

The surrounding adjudicators hurriedly backed away, but it was already too late.

The sound of roaring and exploding resounded, tearing the entire hall apart.

Dozens of saint-level disciples vomited blood and retreated, with a war puppet standing in front to protect them.

"call out--"

A bloody stream of light rushed into the sky.

A judge wearing a black robe smiled and flew into the sky.

Liang Qiyuan snorted coldly, and his war puppet flew forward and punched the Judgment Instructor to pieces.

But it's too late.

The bloody light that shot directly into the sky broke through the light and shadow all over the sky, tearing the entire world apart.

Then, the sky shook, and a huge crack appeared.

"The tide of alien beasts begins in advance!"

"No, this breath is wrong!"

"Holy level..."

"God level!"

"How can there be a god-level beast!"

All the judges’ expressions changed drastically.

"Professor, please help the dean quickly!"

"Quickly, let the trial disciples leave!"

The adjudication exercises below are all in chaos.

Liang Qiyuan shook his head, with a solemn expression on his face.

"The dean and several elders from the City Lord's Mansion have gone to the void to fight against the enemy."

"The entire Zhuyang Academy was cut off from the power of the void and the transmission power was cut off."

"We can only stay here."

"Death, or repel them all."

Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath and looked at everyone below.

"Everyone, I am sorry for you."

"The dean asked me to hold back the enemies here so that they won't find out that we have discovered their conspiracy."

"If we die in battle today, Liang Qiyuan will be the first to die."

After Liang Qiyuan finished speaking, he flew up, and the war puppet beside him protected his body behind him, flying with him for nine days.

Others look at each other.

Liang Qiyuan, the dean, all knew that something had happened here.

But in order to prevent their enemies from knowing, they chose to hide it.

Sacrifice everyone here to delay the enemy and save Zhuyang City.

This sacrifice is worth it.

As teachers at Zhuyang College, enjoying the transcendent status and power in Zhuyang City, they certainly have to make sacrifices that others do not have.

"I remembered, yes, it was a summons from Han Mu!" Someone turned to look at Zhao Zhijin who was standing aside.

Han Mu discovered the accident, so he began to make arrangements and sent a message.

Zhao Zhijin looked pale.

He couldn't imagine what he had done before.

If the summons had not been handed over to the dean, wouldn't it mean that the entire Zhuyang City might be in catastrophe?

"Forget it, it's just a fight to the death." A teacher shook his head and flew into the sky with his armor.

The others looked at each other and stopped talking.

Now that we have reached this point, we can only fight.

"Do your best to protect those trial disciples."

"They don't deserve to die here."

A god-level armor master flew towards the direction of Mountain No. 14.

Others also rushed over.

At this time, everyone on the other side of Ridge No. 14 also saw the changes in the sky.

"Isn't it the ninth day?"

"This, this is noon on the eighth day!"

"What is that breath and why am I shaking?"

"Impossible, god level, how can there be god level?"

It's impossible not to be messy.

too strong.

Those alien beasts are really too strong.

"Guyuan Feilong, level nine."

"Void bat, holy level."

"Heyuan Three Spirit Birds, god level."

Feng Jiutian looked pale and whispered through gritted teeth.

He finally understood why Senior Brother Han gathered everyone together and dismantled all the puppet armors.

They simply cannot resist such powerful alien beasts.

Even if they had battle puppets with them, they wouldn't be able to go forward and fight.

"boom--"

A god-level judge wearing black armor flew down, blocking a god-level beast with a long knife in his hand.

The power of one blow shook the entire void.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Reinforce defenses!"

The god-level armor master shouted.

Below, the already sluggish trial disciples all turned to look at Han Muye who was standing on the fortification.

At this time, only the backbone can take command.

Everyone was confused and at a loss.

"Feng Jiutian, you lead all the armor masters to guard the left wing."

"He Yang, you lead all the puppet masters to guard the right wing."

"All refiners continue to refine replacement parts."

Han Muye looked at the distant mountains and said calmly: "I will bring them back."

The formation's pull has not yet been successful, and the eleven eighth-level weapon refiners have not returned yet.

Now that the tide of alien beasts is coming, it is impossible for an eighth-level weapon refiner to survive.
To be continued...