1108: C1108 A brutal war!

C1108 A brutal war!

Although there were many strong practitioners in the Fang World, not everyone was qualified to participate in the Great Ruins's battle. To participate in this war, the Martial Saint was the lowest threshold, and only the top tier Martial Saint had a method to protect themselves.

Therefore, the number of Realms experts who had actually participated in the Great Ruins's battlefield was only a small number compared to the billions of people that were from different realms.

If you counted seriously, it was only one in ten thousand.

What did this one ten thousandth mean?

In the current era, with a population of over a hundred million people, one ten thousandth of them were actually just tens of thousands of individuals. This was already Fang Shaobai's maximum support for the Sang Realm. He had even mentally prepared herself for the loss of thousands of lives after the war ended.

Even if they could send even more experts to the Great Ruins, it was not something that Fang Shaobai wanted, it was absolutely impossible.

As for the experts left behind in the square world, even if they were unwilling, they could only face the reality in front of them. If he did not have enough power to participate in the Great Ruins's battle, he would only be forced to die, and this would only increase the losses for the entire realm.

However, he did not go to the battlefield to fight for the Fang World. Instead, he was fortunate enough to see the exciting scene in the Fang World.

Due to the fact that Lao Cang was not here, no one could directly condense a dao pearl. It was not good to keep it all, so they simply allowed the metal and wind clones that had been left behind to mobilize the power of the dimensional realm, throwing them all towards the God Creation Tree to create blood.

What surprised everyone was that, although the god race was given to the Creation God Tree to produce blood, it did not disappear as expected. While the God Creation Tree devoured the god race's blood, it absorbed all of the god race's martial arts, and then imbued the essence of Creation Qi directly into the source of the realms.

This directly saved Fang Shaobai the time to choose martial arts. As a result, as the god race continued to devour the Tree of Creation, the more bloodlines the Tree of Creation had, the stronger it would become.

As a result, the density of the profound mysteries of the universe continued to rise.

At the same time, Fang Shaobai did not even let go of the blood that was splattered onto the battlefield.

The blood on the battlefield was not only the blood of the god race, but also the blood of the Sang Clan warriors. It could be said that the different bloodlines had mixed together into an extremely turbid river of blood.

The blood of the god race was directly absorbed by the Tree of Creation and turned into blood energy. The blood of the warriors of the Sang World were then drained away by the Tree of Creation and the people of the Hall of Medicine took the opportunity to draw the blood to the hemolytic fruit tree.

The resulting evil Qi was forcefully suppressed at one end by the Concealment Sacrament. One could foresee that as fresh blood gushed into the battlefield, the evil Qi that was accompanied by the surging blood river would eventually form into a terrifying evil Qi and become the energy for the black lotus turbid to flower.

Killing was always cruel, and war was always ruthless.

Especially regarding the life and death interests of these two races, it was enough to make one throw their life away and continue forward.

No one could predict when the war in Great Ruins would end, and no one could predict how it would end.

Fang Shaobai could not do the same either.

The only thing that could be done by the or the people who were swept into this battlefield was to kill the enemy.

Kill, kill, kill.

There was no end to it.

Sang Jie experts from all over the Great Ruins battlefield were constantly rushing over to participate in the battle, and the spatial holes that were broken open constantly had god race s that had heard the news from the void entering the battle as well. Afterwards, people were constantly being killed, and god race s continued to die.

The evil and evil aura caused by the war had already turned into a large black cloud that covered the sky above Great Ruins and continued to expand.

No one noticed that there was actually a beautiful lady hiding in that dense mist. The Pure Demon Emperor was a peerless existence, she was standing on a black lotus and was continuously absorbing the demonic energy in the dark clouds, but it was as if the most mysterious purification thing in the world was turned into a pure divine power and poured into the beautiful woman's body. Her cultivation was increasing by leaps and bounds.

The beauty wore a smile on her face as she enjoyed the feeling of her cultivation realm soaring. While passing through the dark clouds, her beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at a certain figure on the battlefield.

The vast walls of the Sang Imperial City were already half a city's ruins. It was impossible to count how many buildings had been destroyed in the battle of Highgod, and it was even more impossible to count how many people had died in the destructive astral winds created by the domineering force and violent fluctuations of space.

Two distinct camps had formed on the Highgod's battlefield. One was the Mulberry Realm Highgod camp, led by the Da Sang Master Sang Jingtian and the Patriarchs of the eight great families, and the other was the god race camp.

The camp of the God of Heaven was in charge of offense while the Highgod camp of the Sang Realm was in charge of defense. The god race's goal was very clear. He wanted to destroy the Creation God Tree and leave the Sang World Alliance with no other choice but to stay on guard at the edge of the Tree.

The two sides had about the same number of people, both of them being close to fifty Highgod s. If they were to let loose, the war would have been even. However, because of the God of Creation Tree, the Sang World Alliance was forced into a situation where they were forced into a passive position.

The Mulberry Realm Highgod knew what the Creation God Tree meant, so no one dared to stay far away from it to fight it. But as time went on, the situation of being beaten up became more and more unfavorable for the Sang World Alliance.

It could be predicted that, even if the god race did not have any more Highgod helpers coming to their aid, due to her extreme passivity in the long run, there would come a day when she would be completely defeated due to carelessness.

was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, his face was full of grief and indignation, the god race's overbearing aggression was unbearable for him, even though he knew it was meaningless, he still cursed loudly, "Damned god race, I, Sang Jie, have been in the air for two hundred thousand years and I have never had any enmity with any of you god race, why must you guys kill me so thoroughly?"

"Stupid and lowly Mulberry Clan people, there are many wars in this world, but when did it start because of grudges? War has always been about benefits in this world. Your Sang World has been destined to be on the killing list of my god race ever since the day you obtained the Heavenly Tree of Creation.

Sang Jingtian was even more indignant when he heard this. He was not like Fang Shaobai who was able to directly become one with the Creation God Tree, and was unable to understand the natural enmity between the God Manifestation Tree and the god race. There was simply nothing for him to say.

He only felt that the Mortal God Tree was the gift of the heaven and earth, and the Creation God Tree was the foundation of the mulberry world. It was a natural thing, how did it become a thorn in the eyes of the god race?

It was a very natural thing to start a war and destroy the mulberry world. How tyrannical and savage was this?

Sang Jingtian's heart was filled with hatred.

He could only accept the challenge.

However, from the moment the battle began, the main offense and the main defense faction was destined to be at a disadvantage.

It was a newly promoted Highgod from the imperial family. She had only been promoted to the Highgod less than ten years ago, and she was only a thousand years old, so she was considered the star of the next world. She was actually the first to fall in this war.

At that moment, it was as if the quintessence core of the mulberry world was grieving over the loss of a native Highgod. The entire sky was dyed red with blood, and the sky was filled with blood clouds.

The fall of the Royal Highgod had greatly stimulated the Sang Jie warriors, making them frantically resist and fight. However, they were unable to change the situation.

The fall of the royal family's Highgod was just the beginning, it was the prelude to the decline of the mulberry world.

Over the next few days.

Eleven Highgod s fell in a row.

One was from each of the eight great clans, one was from the royal family, and the other three were experts from outside the royal family.

They were all people who had just advanced to Highgod less than three hundred years ago. It could be said that the death of these people had already caused a long period of blank slots to appear amongst the top experts of the Sang World.

Of course, the god race had also paid a heavy price in order to kill the twelve Highgod of the Mulberry Realm, and they had also lost ten of them. However, it was clear that compared to the Sang Jie's grief, the god race was even colder and more heartless. At least, on the surface, it was impossible to tell that the god race was angry because of the deaths of his own people.

"Puny Mulberry Clan people, you must be afraid. If you are scared, you must be scared. If you are, you must be scared, so you cut down the Creation God Tree. My god race will open up a path for you all to live. If not, my god race will slaughter every single life of your Sang Jie clan and personally destroy the Creation God Tree. "

"You want my Mulberry Realm to destroy its own foundation? Damn god race, dream on. "The humans of the Mulberry Realm would rather die in battle than destroy the Tree of Creation."

Kill!

There was no possibility of compromise at all for the Mulberry Realm to destroy their own Creation Tree. However, the battle continued. To the mulberry world, the situation was more and more disadvantageous for them. The remaining thirty or so Highgod s, including Lao Cang, could only resist within the radius of fifty kilometers from the God Manifestation Tree.

In this kind of situation, Lao Cang could only take advantage of the chaos to send Fang Shaobai a message and communicate with her thoughts.

Receiving Lao Cang's message, Fang Shaobai decisively replied with a single word: persevere.

Yes.

Fang Shaobai personally participated in this war and personally witnessed the fight between the Sang Jie and the god race, who were risking their lives to protect the Creation God Tree, but in the end, they couldn't bear to retreat and watch the Sang Jie Heavenly Tree die in the hands of the god race.

Fang Shaobai only asked Lao Cang to persevere, it was not blindly insisting.

After ten days of slaughter.

The square world borrowed the Great Ruins's battlefield to add the blood of at least three hundred thousand god race to the Tree of Creation. With countless martial arts, they had already welcomed the sixth square world upgrade, which had already started the day before yesterday.0

At this time, an even more important change had occurred to the other world. The Lotus had already returned to the other world and swept away the evil Qi that was suppressed by the Concealment Sacrament.

With the Lotus' frightening turbid power, once she was promoted to Highgod, even Lao Cang would be afraid.

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