MTL - The Void Lord’s Path To Planar Conquest-Chapter 123 The "perfect" battle
Seeing this, the tree of life immediately used a more powerful "life force" to prevent the flames from continuing to burn.
On the other hand, to say who hates the "Tree of Life" the most, it must be "Naga".
At this moment, all eight of his arms were holding weapons.
It turned into a "blade storm", and all the roots that dared to approach him were cut into powder.
In the face of numerous eight-level powerhouses, the Tree of Life finally couldn't resist!
"Crack!"
"Boom!"
With the powerful thunder and lightning of an eighth-level powerhouse, it slashed on the body of the "tree man".
This huge "ss" finally fell to the ground.
The terrifying smog that permeated everywhere also dissipated...
However, no one cheered at this moment!
Sartre and they are very clear:
"The real battle begins now!"
"Perfect blood" is everyone's goal, and no one will give up.
Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards the face of the tree of life.
"Boom!"
That shadow, directly on the forehead, opened a big hole.
The heart of the forest and the breath of perfect blood radiated instantly.
"How courageous!"
"asshole!"
……
In an instant, dozens of skills rushed towards the shadow who wanted to take away the "perfect blood".
As a last resort, the shadow can only step back!
If you are hit by this bunch of skills, you will really be wiped out.
However, with so many skills, because of the shadow's dodging, they directly hit the tree of life!
"Boom!"
The tree of life was directly blown into two pieces!
The heart of the forest was directly blown up, and the perfect blood was blown away.
However, at this time, no one regretted the "heart of the forest".
Although the heart of the forest is a very rare treasure.
Sartre suspected that the terrifying smoke was the ability from the heart of the forest.
No matter what, now everyone's eyes are fixed on the perfect blood.
The appearance of perfect blood looks like a jade condensed from blood.
"Crack!"
"Hoohoo!"
……
Everyone moved in unison and started a big fight with various noises.
A "lucky man" caught the perfect blood.
Unfortunately, before he had time to escape, he was instantly blown to ashes by a bunch of skills.
Now, all "people" below the eighth level are either dead or hiding far away.
A large group of eighth-level battles can kill them in the slightest aftermath.
The battlefield is too chaotic now!
Every time Satyr just casts a spell, he will always be attacked by several skills at the same time.
His spell barrier has begun to become unstable.
Going on like this is not the way!
"Let's clear the field together first!"
Sartre directly sent voice transmissions to the other six Void Lords.
"it is good……"
Soon, several void lords responded to Satyr.
They are also very clear about the current situation!
Immediately, the seven Void Lords gathered together.
"Crack!"
The first is the rock giant, the eighth-level powerhouse, relying on his high defense, plus the powerhouses are fighting each other.
Really take this guy, there is no way!
He kept charging on the battlefield, and he almost grabbed the perfect blood several times...
But this time, he was unlucky!
Just ran to the vicinity of the seven Void Lords.
This rock giant~www.novelbuddy.com~ was first hit by Satyr's "curse of weakness".
Then, a void lord in the form of a "real body" punched him in the chest.
With a bang, a big hole was smashed out of the rock giant's chest.
Immediately afterwards, the black flames of the void and the white "extremely cold frost" made him "enjoy" the thrill of ice and fire.
In the end, a sword flash ended his life...
Void lords, did not stop!
Seven huge "Void Avatars" surrounded an eighth-level dragon.
Soon, this giant dragon was dismembered!
…………
The tragic deaths of several eighth-level powerhouses eased the situation on the battlefield.
No way, seven Void Lords.
Each of them is a leader in the eighth level.
They fought together, and the eighth-level powerhouse alone would die if they met.
Soon, the remaining eighth-level powerhouses united and formed several small groups.
The strongest, of course, is the void camp, followed by the wizard camp.
The rest are the scattered eight levels, allied with each other.
Now, there are still twenty-eight of the eighth-level powerhouses on the battlefield.
And the perfect blood is still lying quietly in the center of the battlefield.
Suddenly, an electric light flashed.
