Chapter 675: Iron Wall

It struggled madly with all its might, and the demonic energy surging around it was like a group of burning golden flames, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Every struggle would cause a strong tremor in the surrounding space, as if the whole world was about to fall apart and collapse because of this force.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard the Golden Immortal Demon tried, the raging wind and the dense and overwhelming rain curtains were still closely intertwined, forming an indestructible net that trapped it firmly in it, making it impossible to escape.

As time passed slowly, the breath of the Golden Immortal Demon became weaker and weaker, swaying like a candle in the wind.

The once dazzling and dazzling golden light was now gradually dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had lost the luster of life.

Under its huge body, the solid earth had long been overwhelmed.

As the Golden Immortal Demon struggled and twisted violently, the ground began to tremble violently, and bottomless cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

These cracks continued to widen and deepen, and finally collapsed completely at a certain moment, forming a giant deep pit with a diameter of dozens of feet and a depth of more than a hundred feet.

The pit was filled with smoke and dust, and gravel was scattered everywhere, making it a mess.

At this moment, the void also set off a storm.

Due to the powerful energy impact generated by the fierce battle between the two sides, the space barrier became fragile and was torn into countless holes.

These dark and deep cracks were like huge mouths that chose people to devour, quietly appearing above the demon domain.

Through those black holes, you can vaguely see strange lights flashing in them, as if connected to an endless unknown abyss, which makes people shudder.

For a time, the whole world fell into extreme chaos and turmoil. Mountains and rivers shifted, rivers changed their courses, the wind and clouds changed color, and lightning and thunder roared.

The loud noise caused by this thrilling battle was deafening, like a series of earth-shaking thunder roars, resounding through the sky.

The earth was shaking, the sky was roaring, and it seemed that this world would collapse and fall apart at any time.

However, even though the situation had deteriorated to such a level, the ferocious and mysterious water dragon that seemed to be a real dragon had no intention of retreating.

It hovered in the air with its fangs and claws bared, spewing surging water from its mouth, fiercely hitting the Golden Immortal Demon.

At the same time, the raging wind that covered the sky and the sun, wrapped in the torrential rain, formed an airtight curtain, tightly encircling the Golden Immortal Demon.

No matter how hard the Golden Immortal Demon resisted, it was always difficult to break through this iron wall-like blockade and suppression.

Now it is like a beast trapped in a cage. Although it is still making its last dying struggle, it is ultimately in vain.

However, at this moment, the killing method that permeated between heaven and earth was like a thick fog, which made people feel extremely confused and bewildered.

Looking up, I saw the flags fluttering in the wind, and the sound of the flags dancing was crisp and loud, as if they were the sharpest blades in this vast world, flashing a terrifying light.

Thousands of troops gathered here and roared in unison, the sound was like thunder, deafening, and resounding through the sky.

This roar contained endless anger and courage, which shocked people.

They bravely took the lead and rushed forward fearlessly. The momentum was magnificent, like a surging and unstoppable torrent, rolling with the power to destroy everything.

These brave and fearless warriors, with a raging fire burning in their hearts, were launching rounds of extremely fierce attacks on the Golden Immortal Demon with a crazy momentum!

Each charge was accompanied by shouts of killing, the sound of weapons clashing, and the collision of golden swords and iron horses, interweaving into a thrilling war movement.

Between the sky and the earth, there was a terrifying silver moon that was extremely sharp and slowly emerged.

The silver moon exuded a heart-pounding cold light, which was icy and piercing, as if anyone who was exposed to its light would be instantly frozen into ice.

This cold light was like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting all the life around it.

What was even more eye-catching was that this silver moon seemed to have some mysterious connection with the three-pointed two-edged sword held high in Pei Jun's hand.

They echoed each other and cooperated with each other seamlessly, forming an indestructible and unstoppable powerful force.

Pei Jun held a sharp blade in his hand and was agile. The tall and mighty figure of the True Lord behind him was like a towering mountain, giving people an incomparable sense of oppression.

At this moment, he seemed to be the master of the entire battlefield, and all enemies seemed so small and vulnerable in front of him.

An incomparable powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body, as if a towering, unshakable mountain stood tall, giving people a heavy and oppressive feeling;

It was also as fierce and ferocious as a violent and destructive storm, which made people tremble with fear.

A dazzling silver moon followed the figure of the True Lord closely, rushing forward together like a shadow.

Wherever it passed, the originally calm and stable space was torn apart like paper, revealing shocking and hideous black cracks.

These cracks were like the bloody mouth of a demon, exuding a gloomy and terrifying aura, as if to devour everything that dared to approach.

Instantly, this earth-shattering might was like a surging tide, sweeping across the vast battlefield with overwhelming force.

Whether it was the hard boulders, the lush vegetation, or the fully armed soldiers, they all seemed so small and fragile in front of this terrifying force. In the blink of an eye, they were all destroyed and turned into dust and dissipated into the void.

For a moment, it seemed that there was nothing else in the world except the endless silver moon cold light.

Everyone's sight was ruthlessly deprived at this moment, and all they saw was a white cold light.

This cold light was like millions of extremely sharp silver needles piercing people's eyes at the same time, making people's eyes hurt so much that they couldn't open their eyes to see the specific situation around them.

And those who were relatively weak could hardly bear the stimulation of such an extremely strong cold light.

They wailed in pain one by one, their voices resounding through the sky and echoing over the entire battlefield.

Tears flowed out of their eyes uncontrollably like a flood that broke through a dam, sliding down their cheeks.