beast god

Perhaps because all the nearby undead have been eliminated, the aura of death in this area has become significantly thinner. Even those seriously injured orc warriors can stagger without sacred magic and life blessings.

Standing up, they can resist the erosion of the breath of death entirely by relying on their perseverance and strong body.

Douglas' steps were not very fast, but he was extremely determined, and he continued to move towards the black aura condensed like a mountain.

There are constant rattling sounds from all directions, which are the sounds of the shattered undead reuniting under the influence of the King of the Undead's breath. It won't be long before these shattered and collapsed undead will be resurrected again.

The coalition forces will once again have to fight hard.

All in all, death cannot be defeated, at least it cannot be destroyed. The advantage that the coalition gained at the cost of countless lives is only a temporary advantage.

The battle has reached this point, and there is no longer any concept of breaking out. The only hope is Douglas and those strong men, hoping that they can defeat the source of all undead - the King of the Undead.

As long as the King of the Undead still exists, the undead will never truly die, and the battle will never stop unless all the warriors here die!

All the surviving warriors looked forward, looking at Douglas rushing towards the King of the Dead!

Completely different from the gradually dissipating aura of death all around, the black aura not far away that penetrated the sky and earth was even darker and more concentrated, like a towering black mountain peak, standing in front of the coalition forces.

At this moment, the battlefield was silent, and even the black aura that filled the surroundings stopped flowing, as if they were waiting for something quietly.

They were waiting for the invincible Douglas to make an earth-shattering slash and completely cut the darkness into pieces.

Where Douglas stood, all kinds of messy bone fragments and tattered carrion had been piled up to his ankles. They were countless broken undead. All these undead fragments were flowing slowly like quicksand, as if they were in a semi-fluid

in the ocean.

It won't be long before these fragments will coalesce and form again.

Douglas paid no attention to the slowly flowing bone fragments at his feet, and just looked ahead with a solemn expression.

The Ziying sword fell down at a very slow speed, the tip of the sword was dragged on the ground, and then raised bit by bit. The slow movement was like a very patient teacher teaching his students to clearly see the context and context of the sword.

trajectory.

As the tip of the knife gradually rises, the brilliance of fighting spirit gradually becomes brighter.

Douglas has made earth-shattering sword flashes countless times, but he has never been so dignified and solemn as now. As the Ziying sword slowly cuts through a large arc, the sword light where the tip of the sword passes is condensed and never disperses, as if

It's a shiny semicircle.

Every warrior knew that this sword must have condensed all of Douglas's spirit and will, and was the pinnacle of his strength. It might even surpass the limit of this quasi-god. This must be a life-saving attack that would destroy the world.

Including the Sword God and Tie Shuai, most of the soldiers in the coalition could not help but move slightly backward to avoid being affected by Douglas' unimaginably powerful sword energy.

As the fighting spirit on Ziying's sword became more and more dazzling, the ground around him was sinking slightly at an imperceptible speed.

The changes on the ground were very subtle, but very broad. Within a radius of dozens of steps with Douglas as the core, the entire surface was slowly sinking.

The air flowed rapidly, making a sharp hissing sound, mixed with thousands of indistinguishable micro-air explosions. In the space next to Douglas, a huge vortex appeared due to the extremely condensed power.

Everyone could hear the increasingly dense explosions in the air. It was a terrifying sound that was about to explode when it was suppressed to the limit.

Douglas's action of raising the sword has completely stopped, and he stands still with the sword raised diagonally, like a luminous sculpture. But the strange explosion sound is still densely ringing, as if all these sounds are just

An hallucination is an auditory hallucination that originates completely from the depths of everyone's heart.

It was only then that the remaining top warriors realized that Douglas's slowly lifting action was not releasing power, but on the contrary, he was absorbing power.

As Douglas stopped all movements, the brilliance of fighting spirit on the blade gradually dimmed.

In just one or two breaths, all the fighting spirit light completely disappeared, and the most original and simple shape of the sword was restored.

It is dark with a touch of purple, and the broad back of the sword has a strong sense of power. Maybe this sword is not very sharp, but it is very heavy and stable.

Douglas had put all his strength into the sword, and he was ready.

The power on the sword has been extremely condensed, so much so that the force field around Douglas is slightly distorted, causing slight deviations in everyone's vision. Especially his condensed standing posture, the full power has already been

Everything around him changed, as if the small space around his body was filled with something called power, which could burst at any time due to excessive fullness.

This is the power of a quasi-god and the strength of a super master.

Every warrior who thought they were strong was deeply shocked by the momentum of the sword that had not yet been issued, and held their breath waiting for the miracle to appear.

Perhaps because the black aura of death blocked the sunlight, Douglas's face seemed a little blurry, and only the sharp outlines of his face could be seen. His eyes were like a deep pool of calm water, with no emotion at all.

Ups and downs, staring at Qianmian's extremely black aura.

The black aura surrounding the King of the Undead is even calmer. It is a kind of cold tranquility, a deathly tranquility, as if it has stayed there motionless since the beginning of the world, and will stay peacefully until the end of the world.

Douglas finally moved.

For a moment, it seemed as if the vision in front of him was distorted, or that everything he saw in his eyes was just an illusion that did not exist at all. The afterimage of Douglas was clearly still standing there, and his body was already jumping high.

rise.

In an instant, Douglas changed from absolute tranquility to high-speed motion. The instant transition from stillness to movement is a state of mind!

The left leg slightly bent, the toes seemed to tap on the ground, and the whole body was lifted up in the air. The own strength and the reaction force of the ground went directly to the waist, arms, and finally the blade of the sword through the legs and feet.