Chapter 144 The Battle Is Over

On the ground, the battle horns have quietly stopped, but the air still lingers with a murderous atmosphere.

Below, the battlefield that was once full of vitality has now turned into a purgatory on earth. The corpses on the ground are like fallen leaves in autumn, covering every inch of land in a disorderly manner. The scene is so tragic that it is shocking.

Under the moonlight, the bodies that have lost their lives appear particularly pale and cold. The bright red blood flows out of the wounds, gathering into a trickle, and finally dyes the whole land red, as if it is an unfortunate disaster of nature, which has stained the land beyond recognition.

Even the towering trees that fell innocently could not escape the disaster. Their branches, trunks, and even roots were stained by the surging blood, becoming eye-catching and weird, like the claws of hell, telling endless wails.

The smell of blood, a mixture of rust and despair, permeated the night sky, penetrating everywhere and pressing directly into people's hearts.

This smell made the battle-hardened brothers behind the poisonous wolf feel afraid, and their eyes flashed with indescribable fear and disgust.

Although they had long been accustomed to wandering on the edge of life and death and had witnessed countless scenes of death, the scene before them was far beyond their psychological limit. It was a shock that hit the soul directly, making people feel sick involuntarily.

The two little girls, Xiao Yaoer and Lin Ruo, could not bear this cruel visual impact.

Their faces were as pale as paper, their eyes were full of tears, and their bodies trembled with excessive fear and discomfort.

Finally, when the bloody smell came again, they could no longer suppress the churning in their hearts and began to vomit violently. Helplessness and despair spread in their young hearts.

However, on this land shrouded in death, the battle did not stop completely.

Above, the duel between the three puppets and the old man was still in full swing. The mechanical joints of the puppets flashed cold light in the night, and each attack was accompanied by the roar of metal. The old man was graceful, shuttling between the puppets like a ghost. Every move and style of his contained deep spiritual power, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

The terrifying battle waves rushed in all directions.

A thrilling battle was like a tranquility suddenly torn apart by a violent storm. Its terrifying fluctuations were like a sleeping giant beast suddenly awakening, ravaging every inch of space, expanding wildly around, and completely devouring the quiet night.

The stars trembled, the moonlight became dim, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded by an invisible shadow of terror.

Every surge contained the power to destroy the world.

The terrifying spiritual power, like millions of invisible swords, danced wildly in the void. Every collision caused a deafening roar. The void seemed to be easily cut by the sharp blade, leaving shocking cracks that were difficult to heal for a long time.

The light and shadow intertwined, forming a magnificent and terrifying picture.

Si Jinxuan stood on the edge of chaos and death. Her face looked particularly resolute in the weak light, and her eyes were locked on the churning night sky, where two powerful forces were fighting a life-and-death battle.

At her feet, eight corpses of prominent family heads dressed in gorgeous clothes were lying. Their former glory and majesty were now only cold shells, telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of this battle.

Not far away, the old man of the Cui family knelt alone on the ground. His old body trembled slightly in the cold wind. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, dyeing his clothes into a shocking dark red.

But he seemed to feel no pain. His eyes were full of complex colors, with both shock from the battle and deep worries about the unknown fate.

"Ha..."

In this tense and suffocating atmosphere, a discordant but somewhat playful voice broke the silence.

The big white rabbit was standing on Xiao Yao'er's shoulder at this moment. It half-closed its eyes and yawned lazily. It seemed to tell everyone that even such a shocking battle could not disturb its leisurely mood.

This sudden scene added some unexpected fun to this tense and exciting scene, making people smile knowingly for the calmness of this matter while being frightened.

Next to them, Xiao Yaoer and Lin Ruo sat side by side, their figures gently wrapped in the soft night.

Xiao Yaoer held an exquisite jade bottle in her hand, which was the precious medicine she got from her father.

The bottle mouth was slightly opened, and a fresh and slightly medicinal scent instantly spread out, as if it could dispel all the pain and fatigue in the world.

Lin Ruo took the medicine handed over by Xiao Yaoer and took a sip. The warm liquid slid across his throat and reached his heart, bringing an unprecedented comfort and peace, and the fear and nausea just now were also dispelled.

It was at this time.

Above the sky, a thrilling battle quietly ushered in its climax.

The tiger-shaped puppet was grabbing the old man's chest with its tiger claws.

The originally dark night sky was torn apart by several intertwined lights and shadows, bursting with dazzling light, causing everything around to tremble.

It was a gigantic tiger-shaped puppet, covered with hard metal scales. It flashed a cold light under the moonlight. It was launching a fierce attack on a ragged old man with an unstoppable force.

Every swing of the tiger-shaped puppet's claws was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the air was filled with the smell of heavy metal and spiritual power colliding.

Finally, after a powerful attack, the sharp tiger claws accurately embedded into the old man's chest, leaving three shocking claw marks.

These scars seemed to have life, quickly spreading black energy, corroding the old man's body like a venomous snake, making his face pale as paper in an instant.

The old man uttered a low and painful groan, and a touch of bright red blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the dry ground, which was particularly dazzling.

The wound not only brought severe pain to the body, but also seemed to touch the fear and despair deep in the soul, making his body tremble involuntarily, and every breath was accompanied by unbearable torment.

This scene.

made the remaining Poison Wolf and others smile.

This horrible battle is finally coming to an end. Although they also participated in the battle, they were just fighting against the 100,000 exhausted warriors.

The most dangerous battles are fought by the first and second bosses.

However, Poison Wolf is more interested in the relationship between the first boss and the eldest princess...