Create The Demon Dao Technique, And All Races Will Call It Evil!

Chapter 378 War begins! Blood massacre! The power and terror of Daxia warriors! Countless numbers of alien beasts died!

Lin Ping'an stood above the garrison city, his calm and indifferent temperament in sharp contrast to the tense and depressing atmosphere around him. ‘’‘u’‘x’‘.’‘c’‘o’‘m’

However, with the "Tianji Jue" fully activated, even the Dragon God could not detect the slightest difference, let alone the powerful men of Great Xia whose cultivation was far inferior to him.

His existence was like a silent night, quietly shrouding everyone's mind, but was ignored by everyone due to high tension.

A few quarters of an hour later, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, like the surface of a lake being broken by invisible forces, and waves gradually emerged.

A top powerhouse named Daxia walked out of this turbulent space crack. They were all wearing battle armor and looking solemn. Among them were the powerful three giants of Daxia.

At this moment, they all looked at the increasingly clear battlefield in the distance, where a terrifying aura that could change the color of the world was surging.

When the vast and majestic energy fluctuations reached their perception, everyone's expressions immediately changed.

Even the three giants of Daxia, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had seen countless life and death, their faces turned extremely pale in an instant.

Although they had repeatedly warned themselves before rushing to the battlefield, they had rehearsed this war scene that could subvert everything in their hearts countless times.

And through various intelligence and analysis, he tried to construct a picture of the battle situation that was as close to reality as possible, so as to strengthen his psychological defense line.

However, when they actually arrived at the third line of defense to guard the city and faced the terrifying abyss-like dense herd of alien beasts, they were shocked to realize that all the preparations they had made before seemed so feeble.

The sight in front of them shocked many powerful people in Great Xia, as if there was an invisible big hand tightly strangling everyone's throats, making them unable to breathe.

The originally expected difficulties and obstacles turned out to be as insignificant as a child's play in the face of reality.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of blood and rust, making people shudder.

The bloody maws all over the mountains and plains, the flying beasts crowded into dark clouds, are like the maw of the invisible abyss, about to sweep in and swallow everything.

At this moment, in the eyes of the powerful men, all kinds of rays of light intertwined and flowed, as if reflecting the turbulent world in their hearts.

Fear is like the phantom of the dark night, quietly spreading in the depths of the pupils. It is an instinctive vigilance against irresistibility, like an icy cold spring rushing from the soles of the feet to the sky, making people shudder.

The feeling of despair is like a heavy dark cloud, weighing on the hearts of all the strong men in Great Xia, as if it indicates that there is no solution to the impending dilemma.

It was a deep helplessness towards their own limits, even though they struggled on the edge of life and death countless times.

But in the face of this unprecedented challenge, I felt the insignificance and powerlessness of the power of life.

However, although fear and despair are always present, what is more intense is the burning fearless determination.

The courage to move forward in the face of unknown challenges is like the dawn of dawn, piercing the darkness and bringing hope.

In an instant, the eyes of the powerful men became firm and determined, as unwavering as a rock, which could not be shaken even by the storm.

The weapon in his hand was tightly held, and the armor shone coldly in the moonlight. Every scratch was a mark of past battles, and every breath was filled with the desire for victory.

Faced with the great terror ahead and the desperate situation that could be called death, these powerful men of Great Xia not only did not shrink back, but instead raised their chests.

With a spirit of risking everything and seeing death as home, he resolutely chose to embark on this journey full of death.

In the next moment, they left their words solemnly, boldly, calmly yet firmly.

As if they were the last words engraved in the wind, the words flowed with deep attachment to relatives, endless love for homeland, and unwavering belief in victory.

There was a strong man holding the long sword in his hand tightly, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the sky, and his voice was loud and passionate.

"If you don't come back from this trip, don't forget that I am the soul of Daxia!"

The sound of the sword echoed in the empty square, arousing the blood boiling in the hearts of countless people.

There were also strong men who calmly patted their comrades on the shoulders, with perseverance and determination shining in their eyes.

"If unfortunately I die, my bones will turn into the Great Wall and guard Daxia forever."

It was a short sentence, but it was as thick as a mountain, and all the comrades around him were moved by it.

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at the same time.

As he spoke, the overwhelming hordes of strange beasts were like dark clouds covering the sun.

With a deafening roar, they rolled in like tides driven by hurricanes.

Its formation is like a thousand-foot giant wave surging into the sky, carrying the power of destroying everything and heading straight towards the city of Daxia.

The eyes of those strange beasts shone with bloodthirsty light, and their sharp claws, fangs, and scales all showed their ferocity and wildness.

Countless Daxia warriors were at this critical moment of life and death, with determination to fight burning in their eyes.

They held all kinds of weapons tightly in their hands, jumped down from the towering city wall, and charged into the group of strange beasts without hesitation.

The figure is strong and resolute. Every time he swings a weapon, it brings out a brilliant brilliance, and every time he cuts and kills, he stirs up a strong evil spirit.

"Abidao's three swords - life-destroying slash!"

A mighty big man roared angrily, and danced wildly with the long sword in his hand. The light of the sword was like a sword flying across the sky. Wherever it passed, strange beasts fell to death one after another, and blood rained down.

"Kill! Kill these beasts!"

Another muscular warrior with a full beard swung a heavy hammer. Wherever the hammer hit, the beast howled loudly, forcibly smashing a path to victory.

"It's just a bunch of strange beasts that have lost their minds!"

The heroic female warrior thrust out her sword in the air, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, accurately and ruthlessly piercing the hearts of the strange beasts.

At the same time, her voice was firm and decisive.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! For the sake of our homeland and our relatives, I swear to kill all these strange beasts that have invaded my Daxia territory!"

At this moment, the originally peaceful frontier land turned into an extremely tragic battlefield.

The earth under the sun looks particularly ferocious under the light of blood and fire.

A large number of middle and low-level alien beasts, like harvested weeds, turned into corpses in an instant.

Thanks to the release of Lin Ping'an's technique, Daxia's overall strength averages to the sixth-grade quasi-grandmaster level.

Most of the warriors in the city are those with peak sixth-grade combat power.

Slaughtering these strange beasts is of course a piece of cake.

On that vast battlefield, the middle and low-level alien beasts that came like a wave seemed to be ruthlessly harvested by pairs of invisible hands.

Their figures were struggling hard just a moment ago, and the next moment they fell down like weeds that had been cut.

In an instant, they turned into cold corpses.

Those bodies that were originally full of vitality piled up like mountains at this moment, forming a sea of ​​blood, indicating the cruelty and tragedy of this war.