I'm not a theatre god

Boom——! ! !

The dust dragon that covered the sky and the sun seemed to be trampled by an invisible force in an instant, and was smashed directly from the sky into the gully-like ground!

Countless giant rubble splashed from the ground like fountains, and the roaring air waves swept the world. The scorching red rolled from the place where the dragon fell. The destructive power brought by this attack was no less than that of a large meteorite hitting the earth!

Su Zhiwei's training clothes flew in the wind. She looked at the red umbrella "human" figure in the air and frowned tightly...

"Why is there another world destroyer?" Wuji Jun, who was covered in blood, looked extremely ugly.

Su Zhiwei glanced at the battlefield over there, then retracted her gaze and snorted:

"The dragon is restrained... Now, who else can help you?"

Her fists were clenched, and her figure was like an unstoppable white bullet, rushing towards Wuji Jun!

At the same time,

a devastating dragon breath penetrated the flying dust and rushed straight towards the "human" figure in the sky!

Faced with this sudden destructive attack, the "human" figure did not intend to dodge, but waved the red paper umbrella in his hand towards the dragon breath...

The world-destroying dragon breath, at the moment it was about to touch the "human" figure, was like being forcibly denied, and turned into countless red umbrella paper pieces, surging past its body, and then fell from the sky one after another, like a grand red paper rain!

A dragon breath had no effect, the roar of the dust dragon resounded through the sky, its skeleton wings fluttered, and its huge body soared into the sky!

As the frequency of the dragon wings flapped higher and higher, the terrifying wind pressure gathered around the battlefield, like a super tornado with a radius of tens of kilometers, trapping it and the "human" figure in it!

Sizzle-sizzle--

Blue lightning traveled on the outer wall of the tornado. As sand and soil were swept into the wind pressure wall, the vision became increasingly opaque, like a wall that blocked all order and law, and even light could not penetrate it.

The space was torn apart by the surging wind pressure wall. On the inside of the tornado, a super-large wind tunnel that led to nowhere was rapidly formed above the heads of both of them...

Under the rolling hurricane, all the materials inside the tornado were swallowed into the wind tunnel, including the earth, rocks, and even air... Through the connection point of the wind tunnel, the appearance of the other end of the space could be vaguely seen, which looked like an endless wilderness.

That was the home of the disaster relief!

Under the effect of the wind tunnel, the "human" figure holding a paper umbrella was not spared, and soared to the other end of the wind tunnel... But it did not seem to be panicked at all. Instead, it casually crossed its legs in the air, holding an umbrella with one hand and supporting its chin with the other hand, and a pair of playful crescent-like eyes overlooked the dust dragon.

Its figure was finally swept into the wind tunnel and disappeared without a trace!

Seeing this, the Dust Dragon flapped its huge skeleton wind wings again and flew into the super-large wind tunnel...

With the departure of the Dust Dragon, the entire wind pressure wall began to collapse. Just as the wind tunnel was about to close, a black shadow with the breath of the God of War swept through the void and crashed into the wind tunnel!

After three figures entered in succession, the hurricane that oppressed the world finally dissipated, and the devastated Gray Realm returned to its original appearance. Xi Zai, Mao Zai, and Heimu all disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

...

"Where did they go?"

Inside the magic hat, the 9 of Hearts asked in confusion.

"...I don't know, but it's a good thing that they left." Club J said in a deep voice, "Two world-destroying-level battles, if the Red Dust Realm is involved, we won't even have a chance to escape."

"What about Heart 6? He ran away with Xizai, can he come back?"

"Didn't he swear that nothing would happen to him? It shouldn't be a big problem, right?" Heart 9 pondered for a moment, "Compared to him, maybe Spade 6 is the one we should worry about the most..."

"The newcomers of this generation are really more worrying than the other."

As the "human" figure left, the Red Dust Realm regained its color, and Club J waved his magic hat and released the other members.

There was no massacre by the Witch Association, no trace of the silver monster, no battle of the Nine Lords, no pressure of the world-destroying...

The Red Dust Realm finally gained a brief peace.

"Huh..."

Red Heart 9 sighed,

"The war has been going on for so long, I almost forgot what this place should be like."

"No matter what it was like before, it can't go back to the past now." Bai Ye looked up at the huge figure outside the sky, "Besides, now is not the time to relax... The culprit of this war has not been solved."

"With the current state of Wuji Jun, it should be impossible for him to defeat Hongchen Jun?"

"That's natural... But the problem is not here."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Don't forget, even if Wuji Jun launched a realm war, he is still Wuji Jun, and his realm still protects millions of people in Wuji Realm... So, even if only one soul clone dies, it will cause the realm of Wuji Realm to shrink by nearly half... Have you forgotten the Aurora Realm at that time?"

Everyone seemed to remember something, and their faces became solemn.

At that time in the Aurora Realm, the Aurora Lord's condition was reduced, causing the outer aurora to dissipate, and hundreds of thousands of people in the seven regions were all buried in the Gray Realm... and the incarnation of the Wuji Lord here carried nearly half of his soul. Once he died here, the casualties in the Wuji Realm would be counted in the millions.

The Wuji Realm did start a realm war, but that was the decision of Wuji Jun and the Witch Association. Ordinary people in the realm are innocent... If it is not handled properly, the casualties of mankind in this realm war will reach 5 million, which is a heavy blow to the entire human race.

"What should we do? It is impossible to let Wuji Jun go like this?" Block 10 frowned and asked.

"... I believe that Hongchen Jun has his own choice."

...

Boom--! !

In the raging sea of ​​fire, a disheveled figure flew out!

Su Zhiwei used a pair of jade hands to push away the flames, and her fingertips lightly hooked, and the surging flames were shaken into countless "strings", which condensed into seven more than two meters long multi-energy light spikes in the void, and shot out from her side one after another!

Song! Song! Song! Song! Song!

These light spikes instantly penetrated the void for several miles, piercing the figure of Wuji Jun in mid-air, and his limbs were nailed to a cliff in the gray realm, like a puppet that had no power to resist.

Wuji Jun's silver body was already in pieces. He gritted his teeth and looked into the Red Dust Realm...

Brand was dead, and millions of souls disappeared without a trace. He could not wait for the Philosopher's Stone, and the Witchcraft Association was almost wiped out. He had no chance of turning the tables.

He had lost everything in this Realm War.

"Do you have any last words?" Su Zhiwei walked slowly towards him, holding a light thorn in his hand and stepping into the void.