In that instant, the raging fire illuminated the entire Fushen Valley like daylight, making every warrior's face pale.
The terrifying power caused the mountains inside Fushen Valley to shake and collapse for the first time!
Many abysses have been filled in, and many associated beasts and poisonous insects have been buried!
The cracks on the ground had a great impact on the 300 million gods. Many people were directly killed by the collapsing rocks, and countless buildings and barriers were crushed to pieces.
The sky is shattering and the earth is shaking!
In the darkness, this scene was like the end of the world.
This caused the Fushen Clan's flute sound to be interrupted for at least ten breaths!
The monstrous pillar of fire and the furious golden head finally tore a gap in the Fushen clan's fearless heart, making them deeply feel the fear of annihilation.
This is war!
Fighting on the ground, bombing from the sky!
Blood, tears, pain, and fear fill everyone's heart.
Only the Sun Emperor and his divine palace are high above, like the ancient gods of the sky, strategizing and controlling everything.
Without the 50 million elite troops to jointly control the spiritual line of the barrier to resist, the 56th Wrath of the Palace of the Sun God Palace directly shook the foundation of the Nine Nether Fushen Barrier and brought the Fushen Clan
He was deeply shocked by the Emperor's Burial Army.
This means that even if they strangle the armies of the Shrine on the ground battlefield and win, the Sun Shrine in the sky will still destroy the protective barrier!
Once Jiuyou is shattered, the ground army's advantage may disappear.
By then, the army of the Holy Palace, whose morale has soared, will have the opportunity to fight back and massacre the Fushen Clan!
This is the coldest, deadliest moment!
The shadow of death and genocide hangs in everyone's heart.
It's like a flaming dagger piercing everyone's heart.
This kind of fear and pain of death is enough to make anyone fall into collapse and completely lose hope at this time.
The immortal golden head in the sky has become the nightmare in the hearts of every Fushen clan and the Imperial Burial Army.
Scared!
Scared!
Scared!
On the battlefield, after this moment of dead silence, there were many sounds of heavy breathing.
There are too many people with dry mouths and pale faces. They can only breathe heavily to relieve the fear in their hearts.
This wrath of the shrine is equivalent to hitting the heart of every 'resister', making people's hearts twitch.
However!
What made Li Tianming suddenly moved to tears was that at the next moment, the flute of Fushen Valley sounded again.
Hiss!
For a time, the sound of the flute came and went, like sparks of fire gathering together, and soon turned into a prairie fire, burning into the hearts of every Fushen clan and Emperor's Burial Army.
Such sharp and harsh sounds came from every Fushen tribe. They played with all their strength, just to tell the enemy that they were not intimidated, did not surrender, and were not afraid of death!
"Did you hear that? Did you hear that?"
Fu Shen Gong Yi's voice was hoarse, but it penetrated the sky.
"They want us to exterminate our clan, they want us to bury hundreds of millions of people!"
"Why? Just because you became a lackey and knelt down to lick a stronger person, you have the right to control the life and death of hundreds of millions of people and let us perish as a country and exterminate our species?"
"Ha ha!"
Fu Shen Gong Yi laughed wildly. He was like a magic stick, jumping up and down in the crowd, as if he was crazy.
"Come! Come! Come!"
He said three words in succession towards the Sun Palace, his expression becoming more ferocious.
"My sons! Children! Brothers! Compatriots! Let them see how ruthless our Fushen Clan is. Let them see what it means to fight to the death!"
"If we don't want the corpses of the Fushen clan to fill up the entire Fushen Valley today, if we don't want the inheritance of thousands of generations of our ancestors to be cut off in our generation, if we don't want to turn into ashes and disappear in the sun, if
, we still want to pass on this drop of Fu Shen’s blood, so then——”
He took a deep breath, first blew the flute, and then used the most tearing sound, using all his strength, to roar in a shocking voice:
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill until the last drop of blood is shed from our bodies! Our Fushen Clan can be destroyed, but before that, I will let the War God Clan kill our whole family and the whole clan!"
After saying that, he held the flute in his mouth and played with all his strength until his whole face turned green.
At the same time, the most piercing sound of the flute was simply louder than the wrath of the palace.
In this dark world, the sound of the flute is like the scimitar of Fu Shen Clan, cutting out wounds in the darkness.
Li Tianming saw it and was amazed.
Such a scene made his heart even more heavy.
Such Fu Shen Clan also inspired the Imperial Burial Army from afar, causing these 40 million people to fall into the same emotions.
To be able to fight for such a clan, even if they are cut off from here for the rest of their lives, many people may have no regrets in their hearts.
Li Tianming asked Lanhuang to help. When the flute played the loudest, he told everyone in his loudest voice:
"Everyone! We have a chance to win! It takes a hundred breaths for the Sun Palace to attack once. We just need to calculate the time and prepare in advance. Within the one hundred breath interval between the two bombings of the Shrine, we will all attack this Palace.
A chance to crush the army into a pulp!"
"Now, let them see whether all their people will die first or our protective barrier will be broken first!!"
One hundred breaths!
It's really easy to grasp.
Calculate this time and prepare in advance. With their current advantage on the ground battlefield, Li Tianming seriously believes that they have more than 50% chance of winning.
If you add in the overwhelming anger of the Fushen Clan, Li Tianming feels it is 60%.
"Emperor, please be careful this time, but! In the final analysis, you are still self-righteous, thinking that only your Order Celestial Clan has the most domineering clan will in the world!"
"It's true that you are a clan of emperors on the sun, but with such a reckless and bloodthirsty spirit, what kind of bloody fighting spirit will burst out from a clan under the shadow of destruction? Can you, who are so high above us, really predict it?"
Only by being at the bottom and connecting with everyone through the thread of beings can Li Tianming understand that every ordinary life is worthy of awe.
What's more, it's a clan ranked seventh on the Heavenly List!
In the Fushen Clan's territory, there will be a battle to annihilate them. Anyone who is a Fushen Clan knows that they will not even have a way out to surrender.
The only option is to risk your life and exchange lives with the opponent.
The opponent may not know how terrifying this kind of opponent is, but Li Tianming has already heard it from the eyes of those Fushen clan and the sharp sound of their flutes.
Don't talk about them, at this moment, Li Tianming almost turned into a madman.
To be honest, he is much calmer than Fu Shen Gong Yi.
The Fu Shen Gong Yi made the Fu Shen clan go crazy in the end, but Li Tianming gave them the last reason.
That is, the one hundred breaths of intermission of the Wrath of the Shrine is their chance to beat the Shrine army to death!