Archdemon

Somewhere in the spirit world.

A massive war is erupting here.

On the ground, elite soldiers are fighting hard. Various humans and alien soldiers are wearing neat armor, arranged in a tight military formation, fighting bloody battles with the enemy on the opposite side.

On this battlefield, the weakest soldiers are all at the Black Iron level. Every moment, hundreds of soldiers die in the bloody battle.

Elite soldiers of the Silver level are not rare on this battlefield. At least hundreds of thousands of soldiers of this strength are fighting in the bloody battle.

These soldiers are humans, and more are affiliated alien soldiers. They are serving the same powerful existence.

Opposite them is the legion of clergy.

These humans who believe in gods have only fanatical faith in gods in their eyes. They are not afraid of death because they know that death is not the end.

On the contrary, after dying for the lives of the living, they can have the honor of entering the kingdom of the great existence.

This was a war with nearly two million participants.

The battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles, with troops interlaced.

Frontal battles, interspersed raids, cavalry's strong charge, priests' divine strikes, mages' war spells.

Both sides were elite, and the casualties were shocking.

All the conspiracies and intrigues, all the military tactics, lost their due role in such a fierce battlefield.

The commanders of both sides were extremely experienced, and all the changes on the battlefield could not escape their sight.

In such a battlefield, there was no fancy things, and victory could only be achieved by hard power, elite soldiers and numbers.

Of course, such a huge battlefield was certainly not just on the ground.

In the sky, there was an even more intense battle.

It seemed that there were five suns in the sky. In addition to the sun that was originally hanging in the sky, the other suns were powerful.

Three of the suns, when you get close, you can find that they look extremely majestic and exude a strong pressure.

Divine power flowed on the armor, and countless divine runes intertwined. Each of their attacks was powerful. The space of the spiritual world was as fragile as a thin piece of paper in front of them.

Among these three strong men, one was the divine body of the gods, and the other two were servant gods who descended in their true bodies.

The strength they burst out, each of them exceeded the legendary level ten!

Beside them, there were more than a dozen slightly weaker strong men, they were the holy war archangels of the gods, and each of them was a legendary existence.

These strong men now have a unified goal, which is to besiege another creature as powerful as the sun.

A human wearing golden armor, his height is less than two meters, holding a two-handed long sword.

On the sword guard of the long sword, there is a shining gem inlaid, which is a divine power!

He is Li Yi! The Taizu of Daxia, the Emperor of Daxia! !

Li Yi's pressure was far greater than that of the gods and servants on the opposite side. His every move was like carrying the whole world.

Facing the attacks of the gods and servants, he could easily defeat them. As for the attacks of the holy war angels, he even ignored them directly. After approaching him, these attacks were like a breeze.

But on the contrary, every attack of Li Yi would make it difficult for the opponent to resist.

Every sword would cause an extra wound on the servant god's body.

If the attack was against the holy war angel, then one sword would almost kill the holy war angel.

The fierce battle had lasted for a long time, because from the gods of the gods to the servant gods, there were many scars on their bodies.

A lot of holy war angels' armor and weapons were scattered on the ground.

The whole sky was a battlefield for legends. In addition to the gods, there were also legends on the Daxia side.

The two sides fought fiercely in this airspace. Countless rule forces were drawn by both sides, and then turned into huge energy columns to attack the enemy.

A deflected energy attack fell to the ground, directly blasting thousands of clergy soldiers to pieces.

"Blaster... retreat now, we can still live in peace!"

"Otherwise... I swear to kill you!"

The divine body gave a majestic war cry.

However, Li Yi, the founder of Daxia, obviously did not take the words of the divine body to heart, and the violent attack continued.

"My god..."

A servant god was the first to be unable to bear it. His divine body was almost destroyed, and countless rules of power exploded in his body.

"Die!"

Li Yi shouted loudly, and then the greatsword in his hand, with a whistling pressure, directly cut off the head of the servant god. The rule power in the servant god's body exploded, directly extinguishing his life..

The first fallen servant god appeared, and his death seemed to have opened the prelude to the defeat of the gods.

Not long after, the body of the god could no longer hold on. His body was burned by the divine power, gradually lost his fighting power, and was killed by Li Yi with a sword.

After the last servant god persisted for another two days, he still could not escape Li Yi's clutches and was finally cut in half by the artifact sword.

Even such a powerful body of the god and the servant god have died in battle, not to mention the other holy war angels, most of them have already died in battle.

Now, even if they still maintain high morale and want to avenge the gods and servant gods, the result is just like a moth flying into a flame.

It took Li Yi less than a day to kill all the remaining enemy legends.

Even later, some clergy legends wanted to escape under the cover of the holy war angels.

But the legends of Daxia on the surrounding battlefields did not just watch, they entangled these clergy legends.

In the end, only a few legends of the clergy escaped from the huge battlefield.

As for the other strong men and the elite clergy corps on the ground, they were even less worth mentioning.

The Great Ancestor of Daxia was high in the sky, and he seemed to be emitting infinite light. As he clenched the sword with both hands, he stabbed at the ground.

A vast light and shadow bloomed from the tip of the sword, sweeping across the entire battlefield. In the hundreds of kilometers of the decisive battlefield, the soldiers of Daxia gained the bonus of the field and their strength was improved.

The enemy, the clergy, was weakened.

In addition, without the legendary defense, the legends of Daxia could attack unscrupulously, and the clergy corps was soon hit hard, and in a very short time, it collapsed thousands of miles away.

Except for a small number of lucky ones, most of the clergy soldiers were strangled.

A small number of clergy soldiers chose to surrender, and most of the others persisted to the end and fought to the last soldier.

The fate of the surrendered clergy soldiers is no better than being alive. They need to abandon their beliefs and curse the gods they once believed in with the most vicious words.

And only if they survive the backlash of the gods can they continue to have the right to live. Otherwise, death is their final destination.