The cultivation attributes of this Nether Realm are very different from those of the soul fighting masters of Tianheng Continent. They are not the same cultivation system at all.
Faced with the siege of the five war kings, Dilla had almost no strength to fight back, and could only rely on the powerful life shield to resist the attacks of the five war kings.
"Hahaha, if you want to catch her alive, this elf queen's beauty is the best."
Fudo Pluto said with a laugh, the ancient halberd in his hand wildly bombarded Dila's defensive shield, and the terrifying attack power vibrated, almost collapsing the entire space.
"hey-hey……"
Yaksha Pluto smiled coldly, and the Night Demon Wheel hovering above his head suddenly transformed into thousands of spinning clones, attacking Dila overwhelmingly.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The defensive shield was shaken even more violently by the intensive attack of the Night Demon Wheel. Dilla's face looked extremely labored inside, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his cheeks. He could only maintain the defensive power of the shield with all his strength. If he wanted to
It is difficult to counterattack.
If the situation continues to develop like this, sooner or later she will be unable to hold on.
From the Fusha eyes between the eyebrows of the Rakshasa Pluto, a large amount of ghostly ghost fire was constantly ejected to burn Dila's defensive shield, constantly weakening the defensive power of the shield.
This ghostly ghost fire could penetrate all material defenses, but Dilla's defensive shield was composed of powerful vitality, which just restrained this ghostly ghost fire. Otherwise, Dilla would not be able to defend against the attack of this flame at all.
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"Dilla—Dilla—let me go!"
Mubai on the ground shouted Dilla's name in a hissing voice, but the ribbons on his body were still tightly wrapped around him.
Seeing that Dila's situation was becoming more and more dangerous, I knew my heart was burning with anxiety, but there was nothing I could do.
The elves in front were all nervously clenching their fists and watching the battle. Although they wanted to help, they were too weak. They might not even get close to the battlefield, and they would be strangled by the impact airflow generated by the collision of divine power.
Mubai knew in his heart that after Dilla understood his identity, he did not want to implicate anyone and wanted to solve all problems by sacrificing himself.
"High Priest, please help me untie the shackles on my body. I can't look on like this anymore. Even if you don't take action, you still have to let me do it!" Mubai looked at Volofinn for help.
"Alas..." Volofinn sighed and said, "Let me ask you one last time, can you really give up everything? If you can't let go, I will take you out of here now."