Naturally, Barton's luck saved him once again, and he was swept away unharmed into another parallel Yanan town, except for a somewhat embarrassed appearance.

But this luck ended here, and the two Yanan shadows were staring at him fiercely at the moment.

The Old Followers stopped their pursuit of Night and Barton because he had discovered a more interesting prey.

And because of this, in front of the ambush circle set up by the night, the tentacles were folded and turned to another direction.

The appearance of the withering Chosen attracts the attention of the tentacles.

The moment before the death of a life is the most beautiful moment, and it is not only the 'withered' demon gods who have this idea, but the old rulers prefer the flowers of beautiful creatures, and they often taste very good.

Shen Xuan is a tall and mighty armored warrior who can wield a giant sword the size of an adult with one hand, a bone armor skull inlaid on his shoulder, and a white misty crystal ball in his upper and lower jaws that are stretched to the limit, and the turbid aura inside is tumbling non-stop.

The smell of rot and fishy smell was constantly emitting from the armor, and you can imagine what kind of thing it was to fight against this layer of solid armor!

The Divine Choice itself is not a myth, and its strength can only deal with a few ordinary shadows at most.

However, since it is claimed to be the Chosen One, the Chosen One can borrow more extreme power from the Demon God than the apostles of the true God.

Divine power surges!

At the same time, the two life energies of prosperity and decay are twisted like a spiral, and after continuous refining and sublimation, a delicate balance point is reached.

With the consciousness of self-destruction, the power of the withering Divine Chosen rose again and again, and even an ethereal will fell and submerged into the body of the Divine Choice.

The gray-white air currents condensed behind him into a set of half-black, half-white giant armor, and each burst of energy was powerful enough to severely damage the legendary powerhouse.

In just a short split second, [Super Dynamic Vision] captured more than 3,000 attack trajectories, all of which landed on the tentacles.

The night detached from the battlefield in an instant, and continued to observe the course of the battle from the adjacent plane.

The Chosen itself has the ability to lead the will of God to come, but the Temple of Time belongs to the realm of another true god, and the wisp of withering will that descends has been repeatedly washed away by the temple, and there is not much energy left.

The tentacles' reaction seems to be somewhat sluggish, not until all the attacks have fallen, but this reaction is as if it were a person bitten by a mosquito.

This attack is insignificant!

At the end of the first round of attacks, the Divine Chosen mobilized the huge energy in his body that did not belong to him as quickly as possible, and immediately, an even more grand and violent attack landed down.

In an instant, the tentacles squirmed, arching high in the infinite void, and then creating a node in the void that could support its entire weight.

With the fulcrum as the center and the tip of the tentacle as the bottom, it is suddenly pressed downward, and then it bounces high.

In an instant, all attacks that touched the surface of the tentacles were swept away, and the undiminished power stirred up the storm and set off a frenzy in the void.

The surging storm hit the surrounding plane, and the town of Yanan, where the night is located, is like a boat in the wind and rain at this moment, and the torn space and the shattered heaven and earth are like broken masts, which can make the boat overturn in the storm at any time.

What takes place in the void is a great battle that is enough to record the myth, and the fragments of the fractures captured by the night are full of scenes that are enough to make the legendary professionals tremble.

This is a battle in which the legends who claim to be the 'strong' have no power to intervene, and they are just to look up to.

In the blink of an eye, the storm subsided, but the plane was completely shattered.

Nightshade retreated one step ahead to another intact parallel town of Yanan, where she continued to observe the battle.

All of God's chosen attacks had no effect on the tentacles, but on the other hand, the slash carrying the power of the tide of chaos was just a light twitch that broke the defenses supported by the withered divine power on the spot.

Most of the divine power descended by the Demon God was exhausted in this defense, and the surface of the huge black and white armor was covered with cracked lines, which could be completely shattered at any time.

The tentacle swung for the second time, and the chaos stirred the void, condensing a long whip of energy that stretched for tens of kilometers, and fell again.

In an instant—

The black and white armor was shattered, and the withered Divine Choice seemed to be drained of all its power in an instant, the color of the armor was dull and dull, and the filthy life showed a withered yellow disgusting pus, mixed with the purest and equally decaying life energy.

Chaos invaded, and the Chosen One let out a nervous breakdown, and then, the third attack of the tentacles had fallen.

Even if the power of the demon god comes, but its own strength is not at the peak of the mythical level, the withered god selection can only withstand three blows comparable to the true god level at most, and then can only desperately meet the fate of destruction.

"No, I would never be so devastated!"

The spirit fell into complete madness, and the withering god chose to burn all the remaining spirit at the cost of self-destruction, and for a time stirred up an even greater power of decay.

Withered believers are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of worthless death.

Even if it's self-destruction, make this monster pay!

The brilliant fireworks that bloomed in the last moments of his life finally landed on the skin of the tentacles, knocking off one or two scales, but that was all.

Cangye didn't know how many of these tentacles the old mad cultists had, but what could be known was that one such tentacle was enough to easily destroy a Demon God Divine Choice whose combat power was comparable to the peak of the sixth order.

The current behavior is undoubtedly analyzing an ancient evil model comparable to a true god, although the other party is not a true ruler of the old days at the moment, but the little energy leaking out in front of him is enough to make the demigod flee for his life.

Nights directly started the analysis with the template of the weakest true god, but when compared to the amount in front of him, the complexity of the data under the same number of old cultists was three times that of the weakest true god.

No matter how ridiculous the exaggeration is, it will eventually be reduced to conservatism, and the night still miscalculates the power of the old cultists, and underestimates the horror of the god of time who controls everything behind it.

Some are beyond the limit.

After careful calculation, Cangye gave up the rare ambush circle, and the senseless persistence was only to increase consumption.

Next, Cangye decided to take the data a step further and analyze the possibility of confrontation.

Although in less than 5 minutes of the opening game, 12 parallel Yanan towns have been destroyed under the tentacles of the old cultists.

……

On another battlefield that the night doesn't know.

The Shadow Lord and the Brain Eater Kamalesa face the great shadows that continue to fall from the sky in the six Yanan towns.

Get along with different formations, but what you do at the moment is enough to fall into the same front.

The powerful combat power of the two pseudo-gods approaching the true gods is now confronting the three tentacles that slowly descended from the sky at the same time.