"Lodan, you..." The voice of the Dharma King of Light was filled with a hint of unwillingness. His body was suppressed by powerful forces and could hardly move. He watched Lordae's figure reappear from the void, his eyes filled with wrath and shock.
There was still a playful smile on Lordae's face, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. "Dharma King Light, do you really think you can escape this disaster?" His voice was low and powerful, as if proclaiming the end of the Dharma King Light. "Today, you must die here."
The face of the Dharma King of Light instantly turned pale, and he realized that he had fallen into a desperate situation. He never thought that he would be defeated so thoroughly, and he would even be injured by Lordae's attack using the throne's strongman. At this moment, his self-esteem completely collapsed, replaced by a deep fear.
"You...you wait, the Light Clan will not let you go!" There was a trace of trembling in the voice of the Dharma King of Light, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and anger.
Lordae sneered, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "Light Clan? Do you think they can save you?" There was a hint of disdain in his voice. "Today is your death."
The imperial soldiers in Lordae's hand emitted a dazzling light again, as if they were about to illuminate the entire world. His figure seemed extremely tall in the light, as if it was integrated with the entire world. At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of this world, and the Dharma King of Light was nothing more than a thing in his palm.
"Go to die, the Dharma King of Light!" Luo Dan's voice echoed in the void like the order of the God of War. His figure instantly turned into a ray of light and shadow, heading straight for the Dharma King of Light. The imperial weapon in his hand was like a sharp blade that tore through the darkness, instantly cutting through the void and pointing directly to the key points of the Light Dharma King.
At this moment, the entire true love illusion was shrouded in two powerful forces, as if the whole world was waiting for this earth-shaking showdown. And the result of this showdown will determine the future of the illusion of true love.
On that vast and mysterious battlefield, the strong smoke rolled freely like a hideous giant beast, and the pungent aura filled every inch of the air, almost suffocating. The earth seemed to suffer endless pain, and was torn into shocking ravines, as if it was the bloody mouth of the earth in despair. The surrounding scenery was already unrecognizable under the ravage of this chaotic force. The ruins were scattered in chaos, and some broken flags were floating weakly in the wind, as if crying about the tragic tragedy of this cruel battle.
The Dharma King of Light, this existence, who is usually radiant and dazzling like the scorching sun, is now in the center of this dangerous vortex without any warning. He was wearing a gorgeous golden robe with exquisite patterns embroidered on it that symbolizes light, but at this moment he was covered with dust and blood, looking a little embarrassed. His originally heroic face looked pale as paper due to his serious injury. Although his eyes still had an unyielding light, it was hard to hide his tiredness.
At this critical moment, an attack containing huge energy came quickly like lightning. Unprepared, the Dharma King of Light had no time to dodge any action, and could only watch the powerful force hit him heavily. In an instant, his body flew back uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, and was directly shaken a hundred feet away. He drew a long arc in the air, bringing a piece of dust along the way.
The King of Light, who was already seriously injured, was undoubtedly a bit worse than the injury. Just like the remaining flowers that were shaking in the storm, finally vulnerable and withered and fell. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a piece of dust. His body twitched slightly, and the breath of life passed quickly and ruthlessly like the sand in an hourglass, entering the countdown of life.
At this time, the throne strong man of the Light Clan, who was tall and burly, and like a towering mountain, gradually woke up from the mad state that he had just fallen into due to anger. His eyes were bloodshot due to anger, but now they were filled with shock and regret. He was wearing heavy armor, which was flashing with a cold metallic luster. He held a huge battle axe with cold light in his hand, and the enemy's blood remained on the axe blade.
When he saw his attack full of anger and strength hit his teammate, the Dharma King of Light, by chance, his bronze face instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato. It was a look of extreme shame and embarrassment intertwined. His lips were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was choked up by endless regret.
At this moment, his heart felt like a bottle of five flavors was overturned, and all kinds of flavors surged into his heart.
He knew very well that he had been hit by Lordae's extremely cunning scheme, and it was his impulse and insolence that led to such an irreversible situation now.
His eyes were filled with self-blame and regret. He stared at the Light Dharma King who was lying on the ground with uncertain life and death, and walked towards him step by step, every step seemed to be as heavy as a tremendous pound.
"Dharma King..."
He finally spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and low, with endless guilt,
"I...I..." However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a violent cough, as if the pain in his heart had spread to every corner of his body.
When the soldiers of the Light Clan around him saw this scene, they couldn't help but breathe a breath of shock and grief on their faces. The entire battlefield fell into silence, and only the howling wind seemed to be moaning for this tragic scene.
On this battlefield filled with tension and murderous aura, the strong men of the throne of the Light clan heard Lord Dan's outrageous cunning behavior, and the anger in his chest instantly burned again.
He raised his head suddenly, his cold eyes shot straight towards the distant Lord Dan like two cold lights, and then snorted coldly from his nose. The sound was low and full of intimidation, as if the roar from the Nine Nether Hell was clearly heard on this noisy battlefield.
"Hmph! Since you want to play with me, don't tell any rules!"
His voice rang around like a bell, and every word seemed to have endless anger and determination.
"I will kill all the Goblin Legions and make you pay a heavy price for what you do!"
After saying that, the huge battle axe in his hand suddenly swung, and a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the air, as if the battle axe was also roaring for his anger, and the space around seemed to be slightly distorted by this powerful force.
His tall body leaned forward slightly, his feet as stable as if they were nailed to the ground, his muscles were tight, and he exuded a terrifying aura, as if he was about to rush out like a tiger pounced on food in the next second, completely crushing the enemy.
However, Lordae stood there, his expression calm, like a cold statue, indifferent to the threat of the strong man on the throne.
He was slender and his black robe fluttered in the wind, which was particularly eye-catching on this chaotic battlefield. His face was shrouded in the shadow of the hood, and he could only see a pair of deep and abyss-like eyes, flashing with a strange and cold light.
At this moment, he hugged his chest with his hands, raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of disdain and mockery, as if he was silently declaring to the strong man at the throne:
If you dare to step away, you will definitely see the body of the Dharma King Light in the next moment.
In his opinion, the Dharma King of Light was the most powerful bargaining chip in his hand, enough to balance the angry strong man in front of him.
At this moment, the many powerful men of the Light Clan finally woke up like a dream after a brief shock and panic. They all realized that they must not let Lordan's conspiracy succeed.
I saw lights lit up from all directions, which was the powerful aura emitted by the mythical powerhouses.
Some of them are tall and burly, like giants; others are agile and agile.
They either hold sharp blades in their hands, and the cold light flashes; or they are surrounded by mysterious energy light, with majestic momentum. These elites of the Light Clan have firm eyes at this moment, and only one belief is in their hearts: to unite together, wipe out Luodan, and save the Light Dharma King.
They accelerated their pace and rushed towards the direction where Lordae was, bringing a piece of dust flying. The scene was like thousands of troops galloping, with a magnificent momentum, as if they wanted to completely smooth out all obstacles in front of them. Luodan looked at the powerful men of the Light Clan who were swarming in, his lips raised slightly, outlining a faint sneer.
He thought to himself, these people thought they could subdue themselves by uniting together?
It's really naive.
However, he was still calm on the surface, his eyes swept through the strong men who were rushing to the scene one by one, and he quickly planned a solution to his mind.
The throne strongman of the Light Clan felt a little calmer as he watched the mythical powerhouses in the clan come to support him, but then he was shrouded in worries. He knew that Lordae was definitely not Yi and the next battle would be extremely difficult.
On a vast and undulating wasteland, the wind whistled and swept across, making the sand and weeds on the ground rustle.
In the distance, the skyline was covered by a thick dark cloud, as if it was heralding an upcoming disaster.
The Goblin Legion led by Lordae was densely arranged on one side of the wasteland.
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These goblins are short but strong, with a dark green skin that exudes a strange luster under the dim sky light. They held rough but sharp weapons in their hands, including curved daggers, simple spears, and some strangely shaped homemade weapons.
Their eyes flashed with fierce and greedy light, and their mouths made low roars and rumbling screams from time to time, like a group of evil wolves ready to eat at any time.
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Each goblin stood straight, and the worn-out but barely covered leather armor on his body shook slightly with their breathing. The entire legion was filled with a terrifying and murderous aura, like a strong bow ready to go, and it would surge out like a tide with just a command.
On the other side of the wasteland, the camp of the Light Clan is also ready for battle.
The soldiers of the Light Clan are all tall, handsome, and have a soft and holy light all over.
They were wearing armor shining with golden brilliance, each of which was carefully crafted, engraved with mysterious runes, making a sound in the wind, as if telling the glory of the past.
The long sword and shield in his hand also exuded a sacred aura. The sword body is sharp and the shield face is solid. The shield is painted with patterns symbolizing light and justice.
They arranged neatly into square formations, looking firmly towards the Goblin Legion. Although they faced the numerous and aggressive Goblins, they did not look at all afraid, like a towering mountain, indestructible.
This battle is really about to come. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of tension and depression, and every ray of wind seemed to indicate the fierce conflict that was about to break out.
This is not just a simple competition for strength, but also a fierce game of wisdom and strategy between the two sides. In this war, strength is of course important, but a clever plan may instantly turn the situation around and determine the life and death of countless people.
Lordae, the leader of the Goblin Legion, was much taller than an ordinary goblin. He carried a huge battle axe on his broad shoulders. The blade of the battle axe was flashing with a cold light, as if he could easily tear up everything that blocked it.
His face was covered with hideous scars, which were the marks left by his countless battles, adding to his fierceness.
At this time, he shook his head, a sneer of mocking sneer appeared on his face, and looked at the Light Dharma King surrounded by everyone in the Light Clan camp, shouting loudly:
"You are such a coward. Will you just hide all the time? Hiding behind your tribe like a turtle, don't you dare to face me directly?"
Lordae's voice was low and hoarse, and with the help of the strong wind, it clearly spread throughout the wasteland. Every word seemed to carry an invisible force, impacting the eardrums of the soldiers of the Light Clan.
The Dharma King of Light was slender, with a white robe fluttering in the wind, and the golden sun pattern was embroidered on it, symbolizing his supreme status.
His face was handsome and serious, and his eyes were filled with a light of wisdom.
Hearing Lordae's cry, he frowned slightly, and a trace of undetectable contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He was not angry with Lordae's agitated method, but responded calmly:
"You can't beat my tribe, why should I come out? Do you think using this simple provocation method can make me fool? Lordae, you underestimate me too much."
The voice of the Light Dharma King was peaceful and firm, and conveyed a reassuring power in the wind.
He knew very well that he was alone, he was definitely not a match for Lordae and the huge Goblin Legion behind him.
Only by closely uniting with all members of the Guangming clan and exerting the power of the entire Guangming clan can we escape today without any loss.
He knew the danger of this battle, and every decision was related to the life and death of the Light Clan, so he had to remain calm and not be swayed by the enemy's words.
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