Chapter 519 Now, It's Your Turn to Die

What is the battle between hundreds of thousands of monks like?

At this moment, they clearly expressed what is tragic!

The 100,000 soldiers under Zuo Xiaoluo are obviously far behind the other side. This gap is not only reflected in strength, but also in fearlessness of fighting.

Even if the soldiers are fearless and know that the end is death, they will still rush forward, but they are individuals with thoughts after all, and they have an irresistible fear of death.

When death really happens, the body's instinct will still make them close their eyes.

But the opposite side is different.

They are simply like fighting machines without emotions.

Even if the sword is inserted into their heart, at the last moment of their lives, they will still raise the weapon in their hands and wave it towards the bodies of those soldiers, even if the weapon has no power and can't hurt the other party at all, but just like completing the mission, they just need to do it.

Such a battle makes the experienced soldiers feel palpitations.

They have never met such an opponent, like a puppet without emotions, and don't know what fear is at all.

"Is there anyone on the other side who knows a similar means of control? Otherwise, why don't these living people in front of me know how to be afraid? I clearly cut off his head, but he still used his last strength to stab me?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! There are tens of thousands of creatures here. Even the most powerful puppet control technique cannot achieve this."

"I have seen the most powerful illusionist in my world. In that battle, he controlled hundreds of sage-level monks to fight, enough to sweep half of the world's monks, but in the end, his soul could not bear such a burden and died of madness. But now..."

"What happened?"

...

Everyone looked at the fearless creatures in front of them. There were not only humans, but also various terrifying monsters, and even beings that they had never seen before.

They were at least at the level of sages. At this moment, everyone was not afraid of death at all. They only knew how to fight. The fearlessness they showed was beyond the imagination of countless people.

For a while.

These soldiers even collapsed a little.

They were not afraid of enemies who were countless times stronger than them, even the Great Dao Sage Realm. They had fought against them after leaving the new world for so many days.

I still remember that battle, when more than a dozen Great Dao Sage Realm cultivators wanted to kill them all.

At that time, many of them had not yet reached the Sage Realm. Even now, many people's cultivation was only at the eighth or ninth level.

With such cultivation, if it were placed in normal times, facing the Great Dao Sage Realm, they would almost be killed instantly.

But that battle.

They relied on the battle formation and their unmatched fighting will to fight those Great Dao Sage Realm to death.

Although they also paid an unimaginable price, such a result was unmatched in the entire Three Thousand Worlds.

But now.

When they faced creatures that were less afraid of death than themselves, these people felt endless palpitations even if they killed the opponent.

Seeing so many creatures die in front, and the creatures behind flew up from the black giant tree, there was no expression fluctuation, as if those who died were just some flying insects and ants, which had no effect on them.

"No, we will definitely lose if this goes on!"

"We must wake up General Zuo, only she can break the deadlock in front of us!"

"But it seems that it is useless for us to call General Zuo. Even if we die in front of General Zuo, her expression has not changed at all."

"General Zuo is very likely to be under an illusion. Even if she explodes, I will wake her up!"

"Including me, without General Zuo, we will all die!"

...

When one person wanted to self-destruct to break the illusion that Zuo Xiaoluo was in at the moment, the rest of the people did not hesitate at all, followed closely behind him, and exploded one by one beside Zuo Xiaoluo.

The wave of the explosion affected Zuo Xiaoluo.

She was still in that gray cage. The influence of the eggshell hell on her was not ordinary. Even if many soldiers died in battle, she could not feel it at all.

The two were only a dozen meters apart, but the sound could not reach her at all.

However.

Self-detonation was still useful, and a ripple appeared around Zuo Xiaoluo.

She suddenly felt a slight pain in her heart, as if she remembered something.

"This is..."

"A familiar feeling, as if something has left me. This is very important to me. I care about these things, but what is this?"

"Why can I, who am so lonely, feel cared for and care about things."

Zuo Xiaoluo murmured to herself, and a tear unconsciously crossed her eyes.

When the tear fell, Zuo Xiaoluo suddenly woke up.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

It seemed as if a voice came from the sky.

"General Zuo, why don't you wake up?"

"Wake up quickly, the soldiers will not be able to hold on soon!"

"Line up in front, waiting for General Zuo to return!"

...

Zuo Xiaoluo's eyes became clearer and her face began to move.

"Fight!"

Zuo Xiaoluo spoke unconsciously.

Then, she looked at her right hand, and a long sword gradually appeared.

"Fight!"

Her eyes became more determined, and a figure appeared from the bottom of her heart. The figure was blurry at first, but became clearer and clearer later.

Finally, the figure spoke in her heart: "Zuo Xiaoluo, why don't you fight?"

"Will you wake up after all your soldiers are dead?"

"Fight!"

The figure finally spoke in a deep voice, and his face became clearer and clearer.

After Zuo Xiaoluo saw it clearly, she immediately remembered this person, and her eyes were firm: "Zhao Yi!"

She closed her eyes, and more figures appeared in her mind. Those were the faces of 100,000 soldiers. They appeared in her memory like flowing light.

When she opened her eyes again, the eggshell hell had disappeared.

She saw the soldiers fighting on the field, the tragic scenes, and some people died in front of her.

Zuo Xiaoluo instantly appeared in front of the soldiers of the three armies, raised her long sword, and her voice swept through the three armies, revealing hoarseness.

"Fight!"

When the soldiers saw this scene, they instantly felt tears welling up in their eyes.

They raised their weapons one after another.

"General Zuo is back!"

"Win! Win!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

...

Before, Zuo Xiaoluo herself didn't understand what kind of power the last knife that killed the will of heaven had.

Now, everything is clear!

The fighting spirit of the three armies has increased her strength by an unknown amount.

At the same time, with the blessing of the power of the formation, Zuo Xiaoluo has returned to the strength that could kill the will of heaven.

She looked at the opposite clone Thirteen, with endless murderous intent on her face.

"Now, it's your turn to die!"