His hands were trembling, his steps were getting heavier and heavier, his mana was rapidly draining away, and his breathing was so heavy that it seemed like he was pulling on an old bellows.

No matter how sharp the sword is, no matter how powerful the moves are, his body is still the same mortal body as before, and his magic power level has not undergone any breakthrough changes. He can succeed for a while with the help of equipment and moves, but it is difficult to last long.

The demons in front of me seem to be exhausted and they can be killed endlessly.

Yong Bowen felt really tired, his whole body ached, and his arms had lost consciousness. Every sword was swung out mechanically. As time went by, his defense became less and less comprehensive. Wounds appeared one after another, and blood flowed.

More strength.

I really can't hold on anymore.

Just one more strike and give up.

Yong Bowen thought like this and couldn't help but hold Aliyun's hand tightly.

Swing the sword once, swing the sword again.

Sword by sword, I persisted, getting heavier and heavier, and slower and slower.

A red-robed monk took advantage of the gap in the sword's momentum to rush forward and stamped his palm on Yong Bowen's chest.

Blood spurted out and splashed all over the monk's head and face.

Yong Bowen pierced the monk with a sword.

The monk's face surged with gold, and his entire body turned into the color of cast iron, locking the sword firmly within his body.

Yong Bowen struggled to draw the sword, and the monk made one last move, slowly clamping the sword together and hanging his head before dying, but the sword seemed to be cast in his body and motionless.

Yong Bowen drew it again, and the sword let out a mournful cry.

There was a loud thunderclap and a dazzling brilliance burst out.

A powerful force suddenly erupted, turning all demonic monks within a few hundred meters into ashes.

The fierce battlefield finally experienced a moment of calm.

In the middle of the empty circle, Yong Bowen pulled Aliyun, half-kneeling, with the sword in his hand resting on the ground, leaving only half of it.

The sword is broken.

The naked monk was overjoyed and jumped up from the bow of the boat, ready to take advantage.

Yong Bowen suddenly raised his head and stared at the naked monk coldly, his eyes still firm and without any trace of weakness.

This made the naked monk feel extremely annoyed.

How dare you, a trapped beast, be so persistent and so proud.

Yong Bowen slowly stood up and spread his hands.

There is a talisman in each palm.

Without the sword, he still has the talisman!

As long as he has a breath left, he will continue to fight until the last moment and never give up.

The naked monk hesitated.

Maybe let the army charge again to consume his talisman?

This hesitation made the naked monk feel annoyed. If the original dharma body was not destroyed by the third master's uncle, and the second dharma body was attacked and killed by Yong Bowen's sword, with his great magical power, there would be no need to think twice!

If he had half the courage of Yong Bowen, he might not have such hesitation.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the demon army and the red-robed monk once again shouted and fought to the death.

Victory is at hand!

A green light suddenly burst out behind Yong Bowen.

It seemed as if a green line was drawn in the air, and the line quickly expanded and turned into a square portal.

This sudden portal towers over the sky and is hundreds of meters high and several miles wide. Its area is simply beyond human imagination.

A teleportation portal is just for sending some people through. Is it necessary to open such a large portal?

How many spell raw materials will be consumed and how many mages will be required to activate it at the same time?

A huge foot stepped out of the door and took root on the ground, shaking the ground.

The giant wearing a yellow scarf immediately passed through the door.

This giant is nearly 100 meters tall. His face is blurry, but he looks majestic. He looks around slightly and turns his palms to take pictures.

There was a loud bang, and the place where the palm landed was filled with dust. The demons and monks under the palm were turned into powder. The aftermath shook for nearly a hundred meters, and all the demons around him sprayed blood and fell.

"Yellow Turban Warriors!"

The naked monk trembled slightly, roared, rolled up a cloud of smoke and fled back to the spacecraft.

The most terrifying suspicion was finally confirmed by his own eyes.

The Yellow Turban Warrior, a unique combat weapon in the immortal world, actually appears in the human world. Doesn’t it mean that the immortal world has personally intervened in this struggle?

The good opportunity was lost, and Yong Bowen finally managed to survive until reinforcements arrived. Even if there was only one yellow scarf warrior, the meaning it represented was chilling.

Maybe we should have taken action earlier.

The naked monk was so upset.

At the light door, the second yellow scarf warrior followed and passed through the door. Yong Bowen and Ailiyun were separated from the first yellow scarf warrior. They waved their palms left and right like swatting flies, killing countless demons.

Yong Bowen fell to the ground, took Aliyun's hands, and laughed loudly.

The two yellow turban warriors have a line of large characters engraved on the inside of their ankles, "Bowen Puppet Manufacturing R&D Center"!

After obtaining the drawings of the third master's uncle and participating in the actual construction of Kalachakra and Immortal Envoy, the Puppet Manufacturing Center finally succeeded in replicating the authentic Yellow Turban Hercules in the human world!

As soon as these two prototypes came out of the test platform, they were immediately thrown into the battle to rescue their boss. They made great achievements in the first battle and scared away the naked monk who was staring at them with just one appearance.

In fact, the naked monk is not afraid of the yellow scarf warriors. What he fears is the power of the immortal world represented by the yellow scarf warriors. If he knew that these two machines were made in the world, he would not give up all his previous efforts, but would try his best.

Defeat Yong Bowen.

It's a pity that the last chance was given up due to his timidity.

The demon army is still charging upward like a tide, trying to replicate the successful demon sea tactics just now.

A buzzing sound.

A swarm of flying puppets came out of the portal, whizzed past the heads of the Yellow Turban warriors, and dropped bombs like a torrential rain.

Immediately behind the flying puppet is a huge space carrier built with the Hell Floating Platform as its core.

On the ground, large groups of combat puppets and hell demon kings swarmed out, relying on intensive firepower to wipe out the charge of the demon army.

Li Ruiliu led a large group of battle mages, landed on small flying puppets from the space carrier, and surrounded Yong Bowen.

Li Ruiliu stepped forward with concern to help Yong Bowen up and opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was completely drowned by the loud sounds around him.

"Come up there and talk!"

Yong Bowen shouted at the top of his lungs.

Li Ruiliu nodded, and the combat mages helped Yong Bowen and Ai Liyun board the flying puppets and flew back to the space carrier.

"Well done! How many teams you brought!"

Yong Bowen stood on the bow of the mothership and looked in the distance. The huge spaceship was turning around and fleeing towards the peak.

That's where Shilunzhuanjie has been operating for many years.

There, even if the gods come, the naked monk will have the confidence to fight.

Li Ruiliu replied loudly: "We have brought all the combat troops that can be mobilized! About a million! We don't know what the situation is here, so everyone's opinion is to carry out general mobilization and be prepared for any emergencies!"

Beyond the green light gate is Vilnius.

The same huge light gate stands in the center of Vilnius.

All the mages of the Eastern European Mage Association put down their weapons and gathered around a huge magic circle, using their magic power to maintain the continued existence of the teleportation portal.

They also stared at the other portal in astonishment.

It is about the same size as the Green Light Gate, which is the gateway to hell.

The frantic employees of the Bowen Group mobilized massive manpower and material resources to build a huge portal to hell in just one day. The air and land armies from hell passed through the two portals like a tide, in an endless stream.

Heading into the unknown front.

"Then attack, completely eliminate the Wheel of Time Tribulation, let us fight to decide the outcome!"

Yong Bowen stepped on the bow of the ship and pointed at the huge gloomy peak in front of him, feeling high-spirited.

Aliyun hugged Mian Mian and clung to his side.

Cotton raised his head proudly and meowed.

One after another, the space carriers carried a large number of flying puppets, covering the sky and the sun.

On the ground, a torrent of combat troops was advancing under a blanket of artillery fire.

The real war has just begun!
Chapter completed!