nashuaworldcup Chapter 253 A sinister smile
Chapter 253 A sinister smile
"Yes." Xin Yuekui responded and slowly retreated. Her figure gradually moved away in the long corridor, and each step seemed extremely heavy.
God's Eye stood alone in front of the huge crystal screen, his eyes fixed on the scene displayed on the screen - the Red Dragon and the King Soul were fighting fiercely.
The brilliant and terrifying collision of power was as shocking as the Big Bang. His face was gloomy, and after a moment of silence, he slowly raised his hand and waved it, and another scene reappeared in the air.
In the scene, the one hundred Feather-Horned Gods he sent out again were all majestic and holding spears, as well as the powerful Amoghast and the Insect King. The team they formed should have been invincible.
However, at this moment, they were lying on the ground in all directions, the crystals were shattered, and the ground was dyed red with blood. The ones who caused all this were the generals of the Hades, the guys he regarded as traitors of the Gods, and Jiang Shang from the Fantasy Island. They shuttled across the battlefield like ghosts, ruthlessly killing his men.
Seeing this, the God Eye clenched his fists angrily, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and roared: "You damn guys, how dare you disobey me, the Lord of the Gods! You will all pay a heavy price!"
Tianwu Saint King hurried forward and said respectfully: "Calm down, clan leader. Your safety is of utmost importance. If you need us, you can tell us at any time!"
Shenyan took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. His eyes became even deeper and colder, as if he was planning a more brutal revenge.
Suddenly, he smiled, and that smile was so eerie that it seemed to come from the Netherworld, making people shudder. He glanced at the three holy kings, his eyes were as cold as ice and snow, but the three holy kings were completely unaware. The divine eyes smiled coldly, as if they were ready for a fatal blow.
At this time, on the vast battlefield outside the capital of the Hades, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air and the flames of war were everywhere. The 100 Feather Horned Gods, who were once so majestic, once again encountered a cruel fate. Their bodies fell in a mess on the ground covered with blood and debris crystals, and the light of life was completely extinguished.
The ferocity and fear of the battle remained on the face of every feather-horned god. Their weapons that once shone with divine light were scattered all over the place, stained red with blood.
The Insect King, who possessed the miraculous ability to heal himself, was in dire straits. After being severely injured by the fierce and ferocious attack of the Death Eye, the Insect King wanted to recover with his special ability.
However, the cold wind blew down the icy blade mercilessly, and the powerful freezing force instantly enveloped the Insect King. The bone-chilling cold was like the claws of a devil, tightly grasping every inch of the Insect King's body, and permanently freezing him in a huge block of ice. The ice was crystal clear, but it was like a cold grave, burying the Insect King forever.
Death looked at this scene with a look of dissatisfaction in his heart. He snorted coldly, "That's my god's head! If I hadn't consumed his power first, how could you have succeeded?"
Han Fenglinlin curled his lips in disdain, the knife in his hand flashing coldly in the sun, and responded: "Humph, don't be naive. If it weren't for me, you might not be able to beat him. Don't take all the credit for yourself."
On the other side, Bukongjian, who was holding a long sword, had a nimble figure and super strong combat power. He was like a ferocious cheetah on the battlefield.
But even so, he could not escape the fate of being defeated. In the end, Wu Wen Wu Wen found a flaw and the Black Soul Sword Shadow killed him with one strike. The moment Wu Kong Ren fell, his long sword made a mournful cry, as if wailing for the death of his master.
The fierce battle finally ended, and the battlefield was dead silent. Jiang Shang stood there quietly, looking at the scarred battlefield with complicated eyes, and looked at the majestic but eerie Crystal Mountain in the sky with worry, muttering to himself: "I don't know how Wang Hun and the others are doing, I hope they are all right."
Mu Wumu patted Jiang Shang on the shoulder and tried to comfort him, "The clan leader is very powerful, and the Great Swordsman and Wu Geng are not simple characters either. They will definitely defeat the ancient dragon and return safely."
Everyone nodded when they heard this, but the worry in their eyes did not diminish. They could only pray silently in their hearts while anxiously waiting for news from the battlefield.
Xin Yuekui slowly retreated with tired and heavy steps, and flew along the winding corridor towards her own palace on Crystal Mountain. The palace was like a bright pearl inlaid between the mountains, exuding a mysterious and luxurious atmosphere.
As soon as she entered the palace, several well-trained maids came to greet her. They gently took off the clothes that symbolized the majesty of the sacrifice for Xin Yuekui, and every move was careful, as if they were treating the most precious treasure in the world. The exquisite accessories on the clothes were taken off one by one and placed in a special brocade box.
When preparing to take a bath, the mist of water vapor has already spread in the bathtub. This bathtub is Xin Yuekui's favorite milk bath. The white milk is as pure as the first snow in winter, delicately covering the entire bathtub.
The delicate and beautiful rose petals gently fall into the water like flowers scattered by fairies. With the ripples of the water, they emit an intoxicating fragrance, adding a bit of romance and luxury to this small world.
Xin Yuekui took graceful steps and slowly put her graceful body into the bathtub. The warm milk wrapped around her skin, like a lover's gentle caress, making her sigh softly. She closed her eyes slightly, trying to relax her tense nerves.
After a while, Xin Yuekui opened her red lips and told the maid to prepare the wine. Not long after, a maid came over with light steps, holding a bottle of fine wine and a crystal clear goblet on the tray in her hand.
Xin Yuekui nodded slightly, and the maid skillfully poured her a glass. The wine swayed gently in the glass, and the deep purple-red color was like the most mysterious gem in the night sky, emitting a charming luster.
Xin Yuekui took a sip of the wine, and the rich and mellow taste spread in her mouth. The fruity aroma and the wine aroma intertwined together, making her temporarily forget the cruelty and tension on the battlefield. While bathing, she frowned slightly, her mind surging, thinking about the next arrangements.
She knew very well that the current situation was like a lone boat in a storm, and that if she was not careful, she would be doomed. But as one of the core figures of the God Clan, she had to come up with a response plan, whether it was the rise of the Hades Clan, the intervention of those people from the Fantasy Island, or the cruel tyranny of the God's Eye, she had to have a comprehensive plan, and she would never let the glory of the God Clan be tarnished, even if it cost a huge price.