725: C725 Gamble on Future Battles

C725 Gamble on Future Battles

A figure flew up and spun in the air before kicking out towards a pillar formed from black gas. Blue light condensed on his feet as if there was nothing it could do.

Boom — —

The pillar exploded.

This figure passed through the explosion and landed on the ground. It was a young man in his twenties.

Hundreds of cultivators had arrived here.

Some of them were floating in the air, while others stood on the ground. Not only that, their bodies were all radiating different colored light.

So there was a new color.

"This is hope!"

Seeing this scene, the entire world cried out in excitement.

The god of pests hovered in the air. Although one could not see the expression on his face, one could tell that it was definitely extremely ugly because of the coldness emanating from his body.

The surrounding space was about to be frozen.

"Human, why do you always come to stop me?"

The god of pests coldly replied, "You can't win against me. You're my enemy. You have no hope at all."

"He can't win at all?"

One of the higher-ups shouted through a loudspeaker, his voice reverberating throughout the entire battlefield and then the entire world through the live broadcast.

"I don't understand."

"That's right, since when did I become so unconvinced of fate? Everyone, you have to win, as a human, alright!"

Everyone clenched their fists.

"Good luck! Defeat him!"

"Send him back to hell."

"Humans will definitely win."

They were shouting.

On the battlefield, the wind howled, but the warriors still fearlessly charged forward. The cultivators stood there, not caring about the wind. Their eyes were firm, and they did not retreat a single step.

"Since you wish to die, I'll grant you all that wish."

With a flick of his sleeve, the ground here suddenly split open, and a black energy smashed into the ground, fiercely rushing out.

Many people weren't able to dodge in time and were sent flying, while others were directly torn apart by the black gas.

"Aoouuu ~ ~ ~"

Roars came from the black gas.

Soon after, black fumes permeated the air as monsters walked out from within. They either had bat wings, green faces, fangs, or fiendish spirits. Their bodies were all black fur that reeked of blood.

"Kill them all." The god of pests ordered.

"Aooo!"1

These monsters that were like wild beasts roared together and charged towards the humans.

"Attack."

The soldiers opened fire with their submachine guns, but when the bullets hit them, they were all repelled. A monster caught a soldier.

"Riiiiip ~ ~ ~"

A sound.

This person was actually torn into two halves. Fresh blood immediately spurted out and splattered on the demon's body, but the stimulation of the fresh blood made the demon even more frenzied.

Its eyes glowed red.

The next human warrior rushed towards him. At this time, a blue figure rushed towards him. It was the young man from before.

He threw a punch.

Boom — —

The demon was sent flying and the young man was sent flying as well.

Fighting was taking place all over the battlefield.

The god of pests stood in the sky, coldly and emotionlessly watching the scene. At the same time, black lightning condensed on his sleeves.

These Fiends were too powerful.

Even the weakest was above the Transcendent realm, ordinary humans had no way of defeating them.

"Rumble ~ ~ ~ ~"

The tanks rushed in, and the fighters, too, swept across the sky, and the helicopter gunships circled in the air.

The Merry Nation directly took out its specially made weapons. Those weapons that were specially designed to deal with cultivators had a miraculous effect at this moment.

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