inspire-indiana Chapter 4840
Chapter 4840
Li Guangxiao roared from the command platform, "Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird! Retreat immediately—he's gathering energy, and his next attack will be extremely dangerous!"
At the same time, he slammed his fist on the table and roared at Zhu Zheng, "Damn it, Zhu, why aren't you sending anyone to help? What are you waiting for? If something happens in the East China Sea region, your Blizzard City will be finished too!"
Xuanwu's gaze sharpened, but he did not retreat.
"We cannot retreat." He roared in a low voice, his voice carrying the will of an ancient beast. "If we retreat even one more step, not only will Anma City be lost, but most of the East Sea region will probably be gone!"
He wasn't stupid. If even he, the strongest fighter in the East China Sea region and a White Bishop-level superhuman, couldn't defeat their opponent, they would have no choice but to abandon all areas outside East China Sea City.
Retreating to the open sea shows that they are not afraid of the enemy.
But the pure land they had painstakingly built up over the past five years amidst turmoil, which sheltered tens of millions of people in the region, is about to turn to dust!
Xuanwu was unwilling to bear the cost of sacrificing the lives of millions of civilians.
He wants to fight!
He braced his massive palms on the ground, arched his body sharply, and activated the nuclear power reactor within his body, causing the ice shell to re-condense into a thick layer of cold crystals!
Then, he stood at the forefront, ready to fight Lu Shao to the death!
Fire and ice clashed once more, and the world lost its color.
In the distance, on a building that had been swallowed by lava and turned into a tower, two figures were quietly watching.
A slender, red-skinned young man from the Zhurong tribe leaned against the broken wall, a piece of rock crystal between his lips, watching the battlefield with amusement.
The other was tall, with arms covered in rock scales and eyes burning with orange-red flames.
Deep within the ocean of lava, the air around them was distorted, radiating an extremely powerful aura.
They watched as Lu Shao fought the three men, but they showed no intention of helping him. Instead, they watched with amusement, as if it were just a game.
“Xu Tun, look at those land people, they’re quite interesting.” The tall, elite warrior of the Zhu Rong clan, Huo Gui, grinned. “I’m even considering raising them.”
The Void Devourer beside him raised his hand and nudged the rock crystal, saying, "They may fight, but they're all just lowly creatures destined for extinction."
His tone was languid, his eyes filled with unfathomable contempt, "You couldn't even break through Lu Shao's outer layer of rock armor, and this is what humans call the strongest?"
Fire Ghost laughed loudly: "How pathetic, they thought they could win with three against one."
"They live in their own dreams." Xu Tun squinted, as if watching an entertainment performance.
"But I like their despair."
On the battlefield, three figures are still battling the flames.
The Xuanwu's giant shell was cracked from the heat, Tu Yunlie's fist was charred black, and the Zhuque's blue flames were almost extinguished.
In that sea of crimson light, their figures were small, yet they were still desperately holding on.
Fire Ghost stretched and chuckled softly: "That's right, this era is about to begin anew."
"The remnants of the old era must withdraw, but their history of only six generations is far too short."
"Who knows?" Xu Tun said indifferently, "We are just following the will of the Creator."
Xu Tun's reaction was indifferent; he did not show much arrogance despite the weakness of the six generations.
After all, as a branch of the fourth generation of humans, they were extremely glorious at the time and suppressed the Druk gods, but in the end they were almost wiped out.
Ultimately, it was the Creator who intervened, gathering all the Drukians on the land at that time onto the only continent in the world, Mu, and sinking it with a single blow, thus saving them.
The price they paid was that they completely withdrew from that era, lying low and waiting for the arrival of a new one.
Like the six generations, they were merely pawns on the Creator's chessboard.
"Follow the path of fate and march towards destruction!"
Xu Tun closed his eyes with a touch of emotion and said softly.
On the front lines, flames and icy tides collide once more, turning the world into a purgatory.