Infinite Female Martial God's Plan To Be Nurtured

Beatoriche's eyes glowed with coldness, and she clutched the golden cigarette stick, surging with a large and rich magical power. The void condensed an ancient and mysterious magic diagram array, evoking ancient heroic spirits.

In the courtyard, a series of lightning-like remnant images suddenly appeared. These colossas were tall and mighty, holding cold sword lights, and their bodies exuded a powerful battle intent and a firm will. They were arranged in arrays, like a solemn bronze wall, forming an impregnable line of defense.

Eha's dark energy was activated again, but it was small and powerless in front of the Colossus Troopers. The colossas wielded their sword lights, tearing apart the mire of the dark realm of Ema and quickly approaching Emai.

Beadorice stood behind the Colossus, her voice full of majesty and coldness: "Eha, your foreign dark energy is no longer able to resist my Colossus cavalry!]

Not to be outdone, Ewa, completely recklessly unleashed the ribbons, spikes, shadow whips and other attacks of the endless dark mire!

The courtyard was instantly plunged into chaos, and the ancient knights, colossus, cavalry, and dark swamps intertwined. Two powerful forces collided with each other, causing a deafening sound of bombardment and explosion, turning the entire space upside down.

Beadoricher displays amazing maneuvering skills, wielding the Colossus Cavalry to deliver precise attacks. With each swing, the sword light streaked across the night sky like a meteor, striking the core of Eiha's dark energy with precision, weakening the source of its evil power.

Not to be outdone, Eha frantically unleashed the deeper dark energy contained within the core of her mire realm. She roared and fought back against Beatoch and the Colossus Troopers, trying to destroy any forces that stood in her way. A dark swamp surrounded her, forming an invisible barrier against the attacks of the Colossus cavalry.

The battlefield is filled with bursts of sparks and energy, and the sword light is entangled with the darkness to weave together a stunning picture. The figures of Beatoch and Eriwa intersect in battle, so fast that they are difficult to catch with the naked eye, and each collision unleashes devastating power.

Undeterred, Beatori used her masterful tactics to match the Colossus cavalry seamlessly. Each attack was unprecedentedly accurate, weakening Eha's defenses and forcing her into a desperate situation. Ewa felt the consumption of the dark power, and her expression became hideous and crazy, unwilling to be suppressed by the other party.

The atmosphere of the battle became more and more tense, and the powers of Beatoch and Ewa were intertwined, as if the entire courtyard was enveloped by the battle. With a loud roar and scorching energy fluctuations, the battle between Beatrice and Ewa entered a white-hot phase.

Their battle continued fiercely and fiercely in the courtyard, and the heavens and the earth were filled with astonishing movements. Beadorice's unpredictable form flickered like a ghost, expertly dodging the various traps and attacks unleashed by Ewa. Silkribbons, spikes, shadow whips, and other strange tricks came at her, but she was always able to deftly dodge them.

Beatori didn't give Eri the slightest respite, and she quickly counterattacked with her unpredictable body. The Colossus cavalry collided with the mire's tentacles, ribbons and spikes, and a buzzing crunch filled the air. Each collision is accompanied by violent energy fluctuations and splashes of energy, decorating the courtyard into a picture of darkness, dreams and dangers.

Transformed into a moving shadow, Beatori weaves through the battlefield at breakneck speed, capturing Eiha's weaknesses. She finds the right moment, and every counterattack is filled with unmatched power and precise striking points. Ewa is forced to be vigilant at all times, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

The strong air currents and explosions in the courtyard were heard one after another, and the battle between Beatrice and Ewa was like a raging storm, dazzling. The dark power of Eiwa and Beatoriche's golden butterfly intertwined, forming a fierce entanglement, tearing and collision of golden light and darkness.

At this moment, the courtyard became a splendid battle stage, dazzling and brutal. Both Beatoliche and Eriwa have shown extraordinary strength and determination, and neither of them will show weakness, from being evenly matched to losing one side after another, only in a few dozen breaths. Their battle was full of tension and excitement, and the entire courtyard was enveloped in this indescribable energy.

Ewa roared angrily, an expression of extreme reluctance and despair on her face. She unleashed her dark energy desperately, trying to fend off the attacks of the Colossi and Beatoriche, but they were like an impenetrable barrier, pushing her closer and tighter, until she was trapped in place, and it was difficult to fight back.

The sword light of the colossus slashed at the core of Painted Feather's dark realm, and the dark energy quickly accelerated the speed of dissipation, and Painted Plume's figure was forced to become more and more embarrassed. She felt the killing power of the Colossus, which fought against her evil nature and gradually weakened her dark energy.

Beattori Licher gradually gained the upper hand, aiming at Eha's weakness, unleashing endless magic in her hand with a golden cigarette stick. A golden glow enveloped her body, and the cigarette stick exuded a mysterious and majestic power. She swung her cigarette stick, and powerful magical attacks shot at Ewa like meteors.

With the collapse of the dark mire realm, the dark energy that had been eroding in Eha's body and mind was finally completely stripped away and dissipated into the air. This was followed by an angry roar from another time and space, an angry spiritual attack from the distraction of the alien evil god, filled with extreme shame at the destruction of his battle plan.

An angry roar echoed from the void, the air trembled, and the spatial rift tore open, unleashing spikes of invisible spiritual power. These spikes tried to pass through the void passage of thousands of miles, directly piercing the mental brains of everyone present.

The crowd remained vigilant in the roar of rage, they felt the invisible threat, but they were not physically harmed. They raised their guard by 10,000 to resist the attack of spiritual spikes, and did not allow themselves to be affected by the wrath of the alien evil god clone.

However, this anger was only a self-deceptive attack by the alien evil god clone, and the spiritual energy attack that really reached everyone was insignificant and could not cause harm to anyone. In fact, this kind of attack seems to be just a decoration, and there is no threat at all, otherwise the long distance in the space channel is not generally ridiculous, the space channel also has the rules in the space channel, and the clone of the alien evil god should not be too ignorant of the space channel.

This spiritual attack was easily defused, and the angry alien evil god clone from another time and space returned again in vain.