After midnight

The surging torrent stirred up the wind, and the white mist retreated. But San Er's hands did not stop moving, and it was obvious that he wanted more. The water flowed faster and faster, and the sound of the rushing water drowned out the fallen birch trees and expanded its territory. It seemed that it was going to fill up the entire wilderness.

Although he didn't know what his intention was, Su Ziling fought back and rushed towards Saner with anger.

A Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared, and Liujiu managed to intercept the burning fire. For a moment, smoke rose up to the sky. Behind the smoke, Su Ziling could not see the movements of the two people.

On this battlefield, the birch forest was leaning to the ground, and the ground was cracked as if a storm had passed through it. How could we not make good use of such a suitable terrain? Thinking of this, San Er poured a large amount of liquid into the cracked ground.

The smoke suddenly disappeared, and the water columns that poured into the cracked ground rolled out and spiraled towards the people standing on the ground. After Su Ziling used fire to disperse the water column, he took a quick look at the conditions of the others. Shangguan Can could still resist for a while with sand, but Lu Li and Lin Nuan had no choice but to flee.

What should we do?

Su Ziling's eyes lit up. He had a way to give the enemy a taste of their own medicine. Su Ziling raised his hand, and the birch trees suddenly caught fire. The flames started from the dry ditch and quickly spread to every crack where the water had washed through. The entire birch forest was immediately engulfed in flames.

Water and fire gradually merged, and a large amount of smoke rose.

It was just a coincidence, Song Yu spat in his heart. Stopping Song Nan from attacking Song Xinjun at the beginning didn't mean anything. Song Yu's eyes flickered to Yin again, and he had to get rid of Yin first.

Song Yu noticed that Yin's bright and beautiful sword called Xue Di had been stuck beside Yin from the beginning. Judging from the distance to grab the sword, although Yin hid under the pine tree and vomited blood, he actually did not retreat a single step. The sword still guarded him loyally like a knight.

Interesting, this is the ray of hope that Yin left for himself. In an instant, a certain idea took shape in Song Yu's mind.

The broken pieces of earth became even more broken, and the sharp round pieces of earth rose into the air one after another and accumulated into a pitch-black piece, densely blocking the warm yellow light behind them.

Song Yu glanced at Song Nan and then at Zhou Chen. The meaning couldn't be more obvious. Go and clear this obstacle for me. So Song Nan received the message and slashed at Zhou Chen with his knife.

It was clear who Song Yu was going to use these dark, messy things to deal with. Song Xinjun's heart was pounding. Dark clouds were pressing down on the city, and the storm was coming. Song Xinjun didn't have time to blink, and hurriedly tried to release the feeling just now, but it was useless.

All of these things rushed towards him in an instant. A burning heat suddenly rushed up his spine, making him feel weak all over. Song Xinjun's temples were throbbing, and the swamp rushed over like a tide.

"What a pity, you are too weak. If we aim at you, we will be able to capture you immediately. Song Xinjun, chance cannot become inevitability, and there is no way to change this."

After defeating them one by one, Song Yu walked forward and lightly grabbed an iron sword that was stuck in the ground. He turned the hilt of the sword and held it firmly in his hand.

Zhou Chen and Song Xinjun were busy with their own affairs, and there was no one to stop him. Song Yu approached Yin almost unhindered. Yin's eyes were bloodthirsty, staring at him closely.

"Xue Di." A sharp sword came at Yin, and Yin drew up Xue Di to fight back. Clang! The sudden clash of cold weapons made a trembling sound.

Song Nan had been looking for an opportunity to kill Song Xinjun. Now that Song Yu was fighting with Yin, he would not notice him. Zhou Chen was already defeated by him and was powerless to stop him, so this perfect opportunity had come! A few sharp swords slashed past, and Song Xinjun was unable to dodge. The swords cut his thigh, which was so blunt that it hurt.

Song Xinjun didn't think about it. He didn't have time. Even if his thigh was cut and his body was injured by the thick and hard soil, he had to rush to Yin immediately.

Ding ding ding! After three or five rounds, Song Yu gained the upper hand. At this moment, he was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbing down with all his strength to give Yin a fatal blow.

"No!" Song Xinjun screamed. At this moment, the mountain ridge broke and collapsed, and the entire West Mountain Valley was torn apart. Song Xinjun could not hear the birds and beasts howling, nor could he see the towering mountains behind him suddenly disappear into ashes. He could only tremble all over, afraid that the overwhelming pressure on every nerve in his body was like a tidal wave.

His legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

There were traces of battles left everywhere near the stairs on the fourth floor of the underground tower. From here, he would merge with them. An Yan quickened his pace.

He turned the corner and thrust the blade of pure energy deep into the rock wall. He couldn't remember how many times he had done this, but every time he patiently looked for the point that was most likely to collapse, and he wanted to break it with one blow.

When An Yan first entered the long dark passage, he could not see a single ray of light. He followed the same method and inserted the pure energy into a groove. The light was faint, reflecting half of An Yan's body. He found the light for himself.

A moment later, the sunlight and firelight outside the cave jumped into An Yan's eyes. There was no moment when he felt so urgent. An Yan stood in the last shadow in the dark passage and delivered the last blow.

He raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist. He chiseled the vibrant light inch by inch into the hard, heavy and airtight past. The wall cracked, and the deafening sound of the light behind him continued to extend upwards and higher. A rock was dislocated, and there was a rumble and silence, and everything was annihilated.

The strong wind blew through An Yan's hair, and An Yan walked into the light.

San Er stared in amazement as the blue light flashed, and then the mountain shattered, collapsed, and disappeared piece by piece. Panic and numbness penetrated from the soles of his feet into his heart, and rolling heat waves hit him one after another.

Suddenly, the fire was put out, and fear gripped San Er in the rising smoke.

"Liujiu, hurry up, leave now!" Saner pushed Liujiu and tried his best to get him to leave.

Liujiu had no time to think deeply. His body's instinctive fear and terror made him follow Saner's movements and run forward desperately. It was not until he dived into the other side of the birch forest and found a small path and hid himself completely and successfully that he realized what had just happened.

He knew as well as San Er what the Son of God An Yan had done. He had caused the entire Earth Tower to completely perish from the world.

An Yan walked out of the lingering smoke, and everyone except San Er waited with bated breath. Their hearts were thumping until the blurry figure became unusually clear in their eyes, and the sound of their heartbeats could no longer be concealed.

"An Yan!" Two words that combined surprise, excitement and hope resounded through the sky.

San Er also heard it. He wiped the sweat from his palms on the trouser seams on both sides of his thighs, and without hesitation, he stepped forward with pure power. The sharp blade swept over from An Yan's left side. This move seemed to be expected, and An Yan calmly fought back.

The attack was broken, and An Yan was not hurt at all. San Er was not surprised. He stepped forward again with pure energy in one hand and swung at An Yan.

The same single approach, I don't know if San Er is just this capable or if he is plotting something, but he doesn't need to think about anything. An Yan used his right hand to block the attack steadily and ruthlessly, and then rushed forward with his left hand.

The pure power pierced through the left half of San Er's body, and blood spurted out. An Yan retracted his hand and quickly attacked again. He had no patience and no time to play with the enemy.

This enemy was San Er, who was defeated again and again. He dodged with difficulty when An Yan stabbed at him with sword after sword. Then, he suddenly went to a certain point. The pure and powerful pure energy blade of the Son of God pierced through San Er's heart.

San Er slowly turned his head towards the direction where Liu Jiu left. When everyone excitedly called out An Yan's name, he only cared whether Liu Jiu left quietly. Now, in his eyes, there was a vast expanse of white. He could not see Liu Jiu or An Yan. This is the best. This is enough. San Er fell to the ground.

An Yan stared blankly at San'er's fallen body. Just when the pure energy blade pierced San'er's heart, they had eye contact for a brief second. It was this second that made An Yan remember him and understand him.

San Er died, and Su Zi Ling had no time to come back to his senses. In fact, everything happened so fast after An Yan came out that he had no extra consciousness to think and come back to his senses. A painful wail sounded from the pine forest in the south. This wail sounded through the thick white fog and became Su Zi Ling's lingering nightmare.

"Brother!" Su Ziling screamed miserably, his face turned pale, and he ran towards Yin.

Everyone heard the wailing sound, and everyone rushed over anxiously, wishing they could be beside Yin the next second and see that he was safe and sound.

As An Yan ran, his heart trembled violently, and fear and terror instantly overwhelmed him. He pursed his lips and angrily shook his hand, and all the smoke dissipated.

Su Ziling was running in the fog, sweating profusely, and didn't notice when the fog cleared. He didn't care about that at the moment, he just kept running forward anxiously, with only one thought in his mind, that is, praying that Yin was safe. Luck doesn't always come.

"Brother!" Su Ziling cried bitterly.

Three minutes ago, Song Yu held the sword with both hands, and when the blade was about to plunge into Yin's heart, the ground shook. Somehow, the ground shook violently, and Song Xinjun fell down with his injured body. Song Yu had no choice but to withdraw his hands and stood still for a while. He barely supported himself with the sword and stood steadily.

Unlike the other two, Yin collapsed to the ground with no strength left in his body. But he managed to prop himself up and looked forward. The filthy mountain a few hundred meters away was collapsing and then turned into ashes. How exciting it was. Who else could have the power to destroy nature but An Yan?

Yin laughed heartily. Song Yu seemed to be awakened by the laughter and looked at Yin in horror.

When he saw Yin, he laughed uncontrollably and continued laughing even after spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

"Why are you laughing?" Song Yu looked at him in fear as if he were a ghost. In fact, Yin had already stepped into the gate of hell.

"You're scared, why don't you laugh?" Yin used his arms to support himself to stand up. Song Yu didn't stop him and couldn't stop him.

"No, how could I be afraid? No way, I can't be afraid." Song Yu's face was pale, and the fingertips holding the sword were blue and white. He saw that he had nothing.

"You're talking nonsense! There is nothing in this world that scares me anymore!" Song Yu pointed his sword at Yin.

"No, you are afraid of An Yan, afraid of ghosts and gods, afraid that I will expose all this!"

Song Yu stumbled over, he was completely awake. With the earth shaking, Zero One, Thirty Two, and Six Nine might have died completely. Since everything was over, he would drag Yin to hell with him before he died!

The sword pierced into Yin's body, Yin screamed, blood flowed down along the tip of the sword, it was so painful.

"Brother!" When Su Ziling rushed over, the devil Song Yu was still inserting the sword deeper into Yin's body.

"Song Yu! I'm going to kill you!" Su Ziling's angry roar turned into a sharp sword that stabbed Song Yu's vertebrae. Song Yu calmly drew his sword and turned around. He hated him to the core. Behind him, Yin's body was leaning against the pine tree, swaying.

Su Ziling rushed forward with his flesh and blood body without thinking.

Don’t come over here, Yin stared at Su Ziling, his eyes bloodshot.

Humph, if one comes, I'll kill one. If two come, I'll kill two. Song Yu raised his sword with his right hand.