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

Chapter 382 The battle is heating up. Chen Tao, the eighth-grade Grandmaster’s Thunder Sword, kills beasts of the same level like a dog.

In the face of this sudden change, most of the original inhabitants of the secret land instantly turned pale, with incredible fear in their eyes.

Staring closely at the strange beast that seemed to be right in front of me, like a nightmare, I was extremely shocked.

It is huge and ferocious, with a dark light shining on its body, as if it is a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, which makes people feel chilled.

A middle-aged indigenous man's eyes widened in horror, and the mobile phone he just bought fell to the ground.

"touch~"

The dull sound seemed to hit everyone's heart.

He seemed to have never heard of this and screamed uncontrollably.

"Oh my God! Is this the legendary beast? Is this the enemy Daxia wants to fight?"

"This terrifying image and power is simply beyond imagination! How can we win? It's over! The world is going to be destroyed!"

On the other side, there was a former indigenous boy who had just passed the trial and officially became a warrior.

Looking at this horrifying scene, his face was as pale as paper, his body was crumbling, and a strong panic surged in his heart.

"I...I have also become a warrior. Will I be sent to such a battlefield in the future?"

"I'm still so young and haven't had time to enjoy life. Am I going to be thrown into that endless meat grinder to face such a terrifying enemy?"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad, and tears fell silently.

In other places, the indigenous people from different secret realms were talking about it and were shocked.

They had also heard from the immortal masters about the monsters from the dark world.

But now that I saw it with my own eyes, I really felt the suffocating sense of oppression.

"It turns out...it turns out these are the monsters the immortal masters talked about!"

"Is Daxia just fighting against these monsters?"

An old man rubbed his wrinkled face vigorously.

The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together with fear, as if telling the fear that time could not erase.

The tone of the sigh was also dry, as if it was squeezed out of the throat bit by bit.

"Monsters! There really are monsters in this world! It's really scary!"

There were screams from the crowd, and the indigenous women held their children tightly in their arms.

The indigenous children hid behind their mothers, their eyes wide open, full of fear and curiosity.

Relatively speaking, these are the indigenous human races who came out of various secret realms and later joined Daxia.

The psychological endurance is not as tough as that of the people of Great Xia who have gone through ups and downs.

Before leaving the sect's small secret realm, most of the indigenous people had almost no real face-to-face confrontation with alien beasts in their life experiences.

Although during this period of time, they have been working hard to adapt to the pace of life and environment in Daxia.

Some of the outstanding ones even succeeded in becoming warriors through their unremitting efforts and killed many strange beasts.

But in the past hunting experience of the team, we often faced individual strange beasts, no more than two digits at most.

Rather than the majestic and shocking beast siege in front of us at the moment.

Not to mention the unprecedented and unheard-of super battle scenes.

Billions and tens of billions of strange beasts attacked like a violent storm.

That overwhelming sense of oppression and destruction, as well as the despairing numerical gap.

Not to mention the indigenous people who have little experience, even the people of Daxia who have rich experience are also trembling in their hearts.

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In that seemingly boundless projection, the battle has gradually entered a white-hot stage as time goes by.

Hundreds of thousands of sixth-grade quasi-grandmaster-level warriors surged like a wave.

Their eyes are firm and decisive, and they are holding their own weapons or controlling powerful martial arts in their hands.

Launching an attack on the endless herd of strange beasts.

Every attack seemed to break the silence between heaven and earth. The light of the sword, the power of the fist, the light of the knife...

Streams of dazzling rays of light swayed out, falling like a meteor shower among the beasts.

In an instant, countless bloody remains were left behind, staining the already scarlet ground even deeper.

On the other side of the battlefield, there were eighth-grade grand masters and some top ninth-grade beings.

Shining like stars, each has opened up an independent second battlefield.

Fighting to the death with those beast generals and beast kings who possess powerful wisdom and terrifying strength.

Every collision stirred up earth-shattering energy fluctuations.

Every punch and kick was accompanied by a tragic sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The showdown between strength and power makes the air tremble, and every confrontation seems to impact the soul of the viewer.

Normally, there is no way to film the battle scenes of high-level warriors, but it was Lin Pingan's method that allowed this projection.

With his strength at the peak of the Nine Heavens, it was simply a piece of cake.

With the thought, new changes appeared in the projection on the Great Xia Realm. In addition to the first battlefield, eighth and ninth grade battle scenes also appeared one after another.

Since then, the people of Daxia have witnessed various high-level battle scenes.

After that, screams rang out one after another.

"Look! Look! That...that is not the eighth-grade Grandmaster of Southwest College, Vice President Chen Tao of Ben Lei Sword...it turns out that his old man has gone to fight on the front line!"

"Ahhh! It's so awesome!"

"Vice President Chen has already reached the peak of the eighth level, and it looks like he may be about to break through to the ninth level!"

"Slaying the beast king of the same level is like slaughtering a dog. Vice President Chen is so handsome."

In the picture, on the blazing battlefield, an eighth-grade grandmaster wearing an iron-blooded battle robe and a face like a crown of jade stands proudly.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and there was an unfathomable coercion surrounding him.

But if you look closely, you can feel the coldness and ruthlessness hidden deep in his eyes.

It's like the way of heaven is high above, leaving only indifference and loneliness.

Chen Tao held a long sword tightly in his hand. This sword was not made of extraordinary iron, but was taken from the bones and crystal core of an eighth-level peak thunder beast that he had hunted. It was forged through thousands of hammerings, tens of thousands of quenchings, and flesh and blood sacrifices.

The blade of the sword is flowing with dazzling lightning power, as if it contains endless destructive energy.

His sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and with a flick of his wrist, he instantly triggered the power of thunder in the sky and the earth to converge on the tip of the sword.

The figure flashed quickly, and the sword stabbed straight at a beast general who was as majestic as a mountain.

Although the opponent was thick-skinned and ferocious, he seemed so small and powerless in front of this sword.

Where the sword tip pointed, the space seemed to be split apart by invisible force.

A slender space crack quietly appeared, revealing a heart-stopping darkness and coldness.

In an instant, with a deafening sound of thunder, the sword accurately penetrated the hard scales of the beast general.

Split it in two from head to tail, and the huge body collapsed, stirring up dust all over the sky.