Zhang Jiao hugged Huang Tian and hit the figure behind the broken gap above the Han army with overwhelming momentum.

"Second brother! Third brother!" Liu Bei shouted in the partial formation.

Coach Huangfusong didn't know what was going on. He just desperately used the official seal to mobilize the power of the evil god. The gray fog gradually rose, and the momentum of the entire army suddenly increased, but all the sergeants' faces showed an abnormal flush.

Only Liu Bei noticed something was wrong. Although he couldn't see the sky, he also vaguely felt that Zhang Jiao's target was something in the sky above the Han Dynasty that was closely connected to the Han army.

As a member of the crusade against the Yellow Turbans and a relative of the Han Dynasty, he could not remain indifferent.

Liu Bei took off the male and female twin swords from his waist and swung them towards Huang Tian in the air. The meager Qi of All Nations wrapped around the two swords and swung out two sword auras.

Hearing his elder brother's call, Guan Yu opened his eyes and his sword rose from the ground!

Zhang Fei held a snake spear that was eight feet long, shouted angrily, and suddenly thrust it out. The spearhead pierced the void, and the invisible spear light shot straight into the yellow sky.

Three piercing attacks landed on Huang Tian, ​​but they only caused an imperceptible lag.

The next second, Huang Tian slammed into the broken gap above the Han army.

"Kakakakakaka-"

Broken sounds were heard one after another, and in Lin Junshu's left eye, the broken sky was like a mirror on the verge of breaking, and was finally shattered by Huang Tian.

A twisted giant figure emerged.

Heaven has arrived...

Lin Junshu lowered his head suddenly, not daring to look again. Just by glancing at the evil god from the corner of his eye, his pollution level suddenly rose to Level 2. And his left eye was in severe pain, and black-red blood kept pouring out.

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Zhang Jiao kept Huang Tian's momentum unabated, roaring and slamming into Huang Tian with unyielding momentum.

Roars and screams came one after another, and thick rain of blood began to fall from the sky.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army and the sergeants of the Han Dynasty all looked up at the sky, where the terrifying Huang Tianzheng was fighting with the invisible existence.

They can only feel that the pollution in their bodies is increasing, madness and bloodlust are rising in their hearts, and their reason is slowly leaving them.

Huang Tian's figure became increasingly thin, and the newly born new god used his own life to challenge the old god again.

The old gods were weak, but they were far from being comparable to the newly born new gods. Huang Tian, ​​who was motivated by people's resentment, hated Cang Tian from the bottom of his heart, and under the control of Zhang Jiao, he launched a life-changing attack on the evil god.<

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Finally, the rain of blood stopped and the roar subsided.

Lin Junshu clenched his fists tremblingly, not daring to raise his eyes.

He is afraid.

He was afraid that when he looked up, the old man would no longer be seen in the sky. He was afraid that what he saw would be a monster that had completely lost its consciousness and was wrapped in tentacles of flesh and blood.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

The old man can no longer see his original appearance. He is still hanging high in the sky with his back straight.

His left hand and left leg were gone, and only half of the golden staff held tightly in his right hand was twisted. Most of the tentacles wrapped around his body were broken, and his whole body was dripping with thick blood far exceeding the normal amount.

The act of controlling gods with mortal power is almost whimsical, but Zhang Jiao did it, and he paid a heavy price for it.

Zhang Jiao turned around slowly and looked at Lin Junshu with difficulty with his remaining right eye, which was almost not completely swallowed by the tentacles.

"So...so good..."

Lin Junshu's voice choked up unconsciously. Looking at the miserable old man, a burst of happiness rose in his heart.

The system's status bar appears in Lin Jun's book:

【Name: Zhang Jiao】

[Faction: Yellow Turban Army]

[Pollution degree: 97%]

[Pollution level: Level 8]

[Status: Seriously injured]

"97%! He said that as long as it was not completely out of control, he would have a way to suppress pollution! Great, he really did it! The course of history has changed!"

Although Lin Junshu did not look directly at the primitive and brutal fighting just now, he could feel that Cangtian was not dead. Cangtian, who was countless times weaker, escaped in the end.

But so what? As long as Zhang Jue is still alive, since he can kill Cang Tian once, and after he recovers from his injuries and suppresses the pollution, the same thing may not be impossible to do again.

Maybe he can fulfill his long-cherished wish.

What he wants to do is not to destroy the big man, he just wants to destroy the big man who has been deeply poisoned by the evil god.

Gathering people's grievances against Huang Tian, ​​they just hope that in the end they can replace heaven with public opinion.

Zhang Jiao looked at Lin Junshu, who was looking happy next to him. He also wanted to smile gently at him, but he couldn't feel the existence of his own face.

Whispers mixed with distorted and chaotic noises sounded:

"After all... I still haven't done it... But... I... have... tried my best... The sky has been shattered... I opened my horn... and finally left... for the people of the world...

…a glimmer of hope…”

"All Yellow Turban Army soldiers obey orders!"

Zhang Jue raised the twisted half of the golden staff with difficulty, and used Huang Tian's remaining strength to perform a small art of onomatopoeic amplification.

Huang Tian, ​​who originally had an astonishing momentum, was left with only a thin layer of yellow mist wrapped around Zhang Jiao, as if it would dissipate at any time.

The old man's familiar voice appeared in everyone's ears, not just the Yellow Turban Army formation, not just Julu, not just Qinghe, not just Guangzong. The old man used Huang Tian's remaining power to send his voice as far away as possible

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"I, the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao!"

"I will issue the last order in the name of the leader of the Yellow Turbans!"

The face of Huangfu Song on the opposite side changed drastically. In the previously invisible battle, the sky desperately absorbed their energy and spirit. In the current Han army, there are probably not many people who can lift weapons.

If the Yellow Turbans attack, the main army of the Han Dynasty will probably be wiped out today!

The condition of the Yellow Turban soldiers on the other side was not much better. Except for Lin Junshu, who had no connection with Huang Tian, ​​most of the soldiers were on the verge of losing control.

The blinding spell has long since failed, and the figures with yellow scarves on their heads are covered with ferocious tentacles.

Their eyes were red, holding on to the last trace of reason.

Waiting for their leader's order to tear the Han army on the opposite side into pieces.

Even if they are about to become a fallen monster, they will, under the leadership of their leader, launch a final charge towards Huang Tianzhi's dream!

It is foreseeable that a tragic situation without a winner is ahead of us.

Lin Junshu felt deeply uneasy in his heart.

"The last order? The last order of the leader of the Yellow Turbans? What is he going to do? Is he going to retire? Is he going to give up the Yellow Turban Army and his Yellow Turban Way?"

Zhang Jiao's plain voice sounded again:

"All officers and soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, take off your Yellow Turbans and lay down your weapons! From today on, there will be no more Yellow Turban Army!"

Amid the uproar, Lin Junshu's eyes widened. He was vaguely aware of Zhang Jiao's intention.

He stretched out his arms and weakly grabbed for the figure in the air.

"Live——"

The next moment, strange and grand, Zhang Jiao's real voice sounded:

"The yellow sky turns into rain, moistening our people——"

"Taipingdao·All evil will return to me!"

The next moment, the thin yellow mist turned into drizzle and suddenly exploded.

Everyone seems to have established a strange connection with the old man in the sky.

Something is withdrawing from the body.

[Reduced player pollution detected]

[Current pollution level: 61%]

……

[Reduced player pollution detected]

[Current pollution level: 42%]

……

[Reduced player pollution detected]

[Current pollution level: 33%]

……

The system prompts sounded crazily, and the pollution level in Lin Junshu's body decreased rapidly.
To be continued...