405: C405 Last Struggle

C405 Last Struggle

Furthermore, countless Low Grade Spirit Stone had been summoned. This was a grade higher than that of a top-grade Profound Stone.

One could imagine the power behind the seventy odd giant ships of the Yin Corpse Sect. One by one, they withdrew their Xuan Crystal Cannons.

Although Lee Er couldn't kill the giant ship with the bombardment, as long as he could stall for time, he could even bomb and destroy some of his ships and force him to fly in the air of Devilish Sea of Death.

Only by constantly exhausting them would he have the confidence to win. Otherwise, not a single one would be able to escape.

Before they could even fire their cannons, they saw the twenty to thirty giant ships behind the Yin Corpse Sect exploding one after another. All of the disciples, elders, protectors, and the like were all gone.

Furthermore, it was still bombarding, causing everyone in Yin Corpse Sect to be extremely terrified. They immediately ordered the remaining forty to fifty giant ships to all flee, destroying the ship.

Five days later, on the contrary, looking at Divine Martial Empire, two armies on the other hand, and more than three billion on Yin Corpse Sect side, all of them were elite zombies, with strong powers, surrounding the interior of the capital city's Zhongheng Domain like an iron bucket.

Even a fly could not fly out. Just when they were in high spirits, on top of the walls of the imperial city stood the last ten Profound Spirit Cannon s that were brought over from the Myriad Swords Sect.

Lee Er brought most of them back to the sect with Wang Huihui and his men. There were more than a hundred of them, and he only left behind fifty Profound Spirit Cannon.

Before they left, Wang Huihui gave another thirty doors to Little Princess Loong Ying'er. Little Princess Loong Ying'er, the rest were used by them day and night.

And there was no one who knew how to fix it, only the Jade Dragon Empire Artifact Forging Pavilion.

Even if it was Divine Martial Empire, a first-rate sect that was also in charge of artifact forging wouldn't be able to fix it because once it was opened, it would directly self-destruct. This was a self-destruct mechanism that had been set up.

Only the Treasure Refining Pavilion could be assembled and repaired by itself, even if there were only ten Profound Spirit Cannon present.

It was not as powerful as the hundred doors, as it could threaten Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage. However, its power was only comparable to dozens or even hundreds of Heavy Wheel Stage s.

Today, the war drum of the Yin Corpse Sect resounded through the world. Ninth Elder was the person in charge this time, even if there were a few dozen ancestors, they would only be there to support him.

There were hundreds of millions of high-level mutated zombies this time around.

Whoever controls the zombies first will be the first to rush into the Zhongheng Domain of the imperial city. I, Elder, promise that the resources, Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, wealth of beauties, and even fifty zombies that are comparable to Heavy Wheel Stage will all belong to you. Patriarch Nine shouted.

With his cultivation level s, tens of millions of Yin Corpse Sect disciples, attendants, protectors, and elders, all of them could clearly hear his voice, even if it was the guardian cultivators on the walls of the Zhongheng Domain of the imperial city.

They all heard it and knew that today would be their final battle. If they didn't die today, then they would die.

Whether it was the Yin Corpse Sect or the Divine Martial Empire, everything was prepared. In the first five days, it could be said that Leader of Myriad Swords Sect didn't have any, and wanted to use his last trump card.

But in just five short days, even the countless resources that he brought along, with the support of the Great Formation of Protection of the Nation, were met with heavy casualties.

However, their cultivation level s were too low, and they could only use their lives to block the opening. Over four billion creatures from various races, even if they did not transform into Evil Beast s or profound beasts, had most of their deaths or injuries.

They had finally persisted to the fifth day, which was Dragon Emperor Loong Junchang. The "Son of Heavenly Destiny" that had spread out would be able to save all living beings in the Divine Martial Empire.

However, it was already noon. The people who originally held onto a sliver of hope had ashen faces, because their Yin Corpse Sect had become stronger and stronger as time went on, and they were no longer able to endure the great battle.

More than three billion Zombie Army s were continuously rushing over. The cultivators under the cultivation level s were unable to see the end, and only knew that it was densely packed and endless.

Everyone, all living things, were looking at the top of the imperial city wall. A burly, middle-aged man dressed in golden armor was none other than "Dragon Emperor Loong Junchang."

At this moment, he was very clear that the expected "Son of Heavenly Destiny" was not based on random words. It was just to boost the morale.

He did not expect that this battle would cause all the cultivators and living creatures in the Divine Martial Empire and Spirit Root s to be completely destroyed. He blamed himself in his heart and wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say.

He slowly closed his bloodshot eyes as tears of regret flowed out from the corners of his eyes. If it wasn't for him, there might still be a glimmer of hope as he arrogantly spread the rumor.

As the proverb goes, "A man does not shed tears easily, it's just that he has yet to be hurt. Brother Wu, there is no need to blame yourself, even if all of you fled to our Myriad Swords Sect's ancestral grounds, you would not be able to protect so many living beings. Sect Master Wang Kunloong transmitted his voice behind him.

"Don't blame yourself. The enemies won't let us off just because we're weak and weak. Please forgive us and hold back our tears. Even if we have to destroy a country or sect, we will bite off one or two pieces of meat from the tiger's body."2

He shouted loudly, "Various races, Fellow Taoists, various races, if Son of Heavenly Destiny had not come to save them today, we would have been stomped flat by the Yin Corpse Sect's Zombie Army. This Emperor does not know what kind of words to say to boost the morale of the people have reached such a stage, what else can we do?"

"Isn't it just a life? If others want to take our lives, if they want to kill all of your relatives, friends, brothers, sisters, fellow disciples, they have to step over my dead body, and only have one word, kill, kill, kill! " Martial Emperor, Wu Longtian's eyes turned blood-red.

Above the walls of the imperial city, all the people and creatures began to shout, "KILL, KILL, KILL!"

He was going to slaughter his way through, turning the world upside down. He was going to slaughter his way through.

The Yin Corpse Sect's Zombie Army had already approached. Leader of Myriad Swords Sect and Wang Kunloong saw that they were already within the range of the Profound Spirit Cannon.

"Disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect, listen up. Everyone, get into position. Prepare to fire."

Although there were only ten cannons, they still used ten hundred-man squads to protect him.

All of them were experts at the fourth stage of Heavy Wheel Stage or above. There was no helping it, they suffered a huge loss, which resulted in the remaining tens of cannons to be destroyed by the Yin Corpse Sect.

Now, they had to be cautious. Lee Er was already in the Devilish Sea of Death, and the Power of Spirit Senses had already seen the "Thunder Cloud Island".

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