.

The armies of the four imperial dynasties receded like the tide, and the long-lasting fighting on the battlefield between the two realms finally came to an end.

Many monks were in a daze and could not react for a long time.

But the next breath.

Then some monks exclaimed.

"I survived!"

"Netherworld retreats, we finally won this battle!"

"Hahaha, we won, we won..."

Some monks were ecstatic, some laughed loudly, but more monks smiled and burst into tears.

Won!

But this battle was won tragically.

The war lasted for almost two months, making all the monks feel like they were in another world.

This battle.

Many powerful races have perished, and the gods in the heavens have also suffered heavy losses.

Many sect forces also existed in name only in this battle.

It can be said.

This battle.

Although Netherworld retreated, the heavens also suffered heavy losses.

This battle cannot be considered a win, it can only be said that both sides suffer losses.

"it's over!"

The right hand of the Emperor of Destiny holding the Emperor's Cauldron was trembling slightly.

Although he is the God Emperor, he has been guarding the Taixu Realm for many years, and has fought countless battles with demons, so he is already used to the scenes of life and death battles.

However.

Compared with this battle in Netherworld, the scenes of previous battles with demons were simply insignificant.

After all, in the past, when the shrine and the demons went to war, most of them were in a state of mutual consumption.

The demon sent monks to attack the Taixu Realm, which could at least give the palace a chance to breathe.

But this battle.

Netherworld did not give the heavens any chance to breathe.

After more than a month of endless fighting, the Emperor Tianming had forgotten how many Netherworld monks he had killed.

Maybe a hundred thousand!

Maybe a million!

Even more is possible.

Looking back at the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, most of the gods were lost, and the monks within the clan also suffered heavy losses.

In its heyday, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan had no less than one trillion monks, but now, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan has less than three million monks left.

good.

Just less than three million.

no way.

Most of the trillions of cultivators of the Zhufeng Divine Clan have cultivation levels below the divine realm.

However, due to the Zhu Feng Divine Clan's eternal defense of the heavenly barrier, when the Netherworld invades, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan must use all their strength to resist at the forefront.

Even monks who are not here still have to step into the battlefield.

only if.

In order to offset the guilt of the God's betrayal.

Now looking at the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, 99% of the monks below the divine realm have been lost, and only a handful of monks are left who can barely survive.

With such a level of tragedy, even given the temperament of the Divine Emperor of Heaven, he couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

Almost.

The Zhufeng Divine Clan will be completely exterminated.

"Emperor, what should we do now?"

Fenghuang Yukong stepped forward. This emperor of the Zhufeng Divine Clan no longer looked as aloof as before, and there was unconcealable exhaustion and sadness in his eyes.

Even if Feng Huang really doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary monks, so many racial monks have fallen, and the fate of the race is mourning. As the emperor of the clan, he can certainly feel the same.

and.

The Zhufeng Divine Clan indeed suffered heavy losses in this battle.

Even Fenghuang himself almost died in the battlefield.

Three of the four holy masters died.

Currently, among the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, there are only three left who can join the ranks of the top divine masters.

The first one is Feng Huang himself, the second one is Holy Lord Shenyang, and the third one is Feng Jiutian.

The huge Zhufeng Divine Clan.

Only these three top gods are left.

The Emperor of Destiny took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "The withdrawal of the four emperors is only temporary. I don't know what changes will happen in Netherworld, which will make the Chaos Emperor withdraw at any cost.

But the Netherworld may come back at any time, and we have to guard against it!"

Hear the words.

Emperor Feng's heart sank slightly.

He understood that what the Emperor of Destiny said was true.

But with the current foundation of the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, if they go through the previous wars again, whether they can retain their bloodline inheritance is a question.

In this battle, the entire Zhu Feng Divine Clan was crippled.

The Divine Emperor of Destiny said: "Although our clan has been severely damaged at the moment, it is not without any benefits. The fact that the remaining two million monks can survive this battle is enough to show that their background and blessings are good.

Moreover, if you kill the Netherworld monk, you will also be blessed with all kinds of celestial luck.

As long as our clan devotes all its efforts to cultivating these monks, I believe it will be much easier to restore our strength in the future."

Think in a good direction.

This battle will completely eliminate all the mediocrities and ordinary monks.

There are less than three million monks, and they are the elite of the entire Zhu Feng Divine Clan.

This is elite in the true sense.

Even if the cultivation level of many monks among them is below the divine realm, the possibility of surviving such a war is enough to show that they are extraordinary.

With such elites, with just a little training, their future achievements will be high.

I don’t say whether I can prove the Divine Lord and the Divine King, but in the current situation where great catastrophes are covering all the heavens, proving the Divine King is definitely not a problem.

Of course.

This also has a prerequisite, that is, there are enough carrying objects.

Without the carrying materials, it would be impossible to promote all these millions of monks to God Kings.

But no matter what.

As long as the Zhufeng Divine Clan can train this group of monks well, their strength may not be weakened much.

…

While the Zhu Feng Divine Clan was counting their battle losses, other races and sects were also counting their own losses.

On the walls of the Celestial Barrier, corpses piled up in mountains.

The blood flowed down, giving the city wall a more bloody and murderous atmosphere.

"What are the losses in this battle!"

The Python Emperor said in a tired voice.

In front of him, there was the remains of an ancient purple python lying on its side. This was the body of Ziyun Fengqian.

This ancient god-king of the Ziyun clan finally fell in this battle. To be precise, he fell into the hands of a Netherworld God Lord.

If Ziyun Fengqian hadn't sacrificed himself at the critical moment, the Python Emperor would not have been able to kill the Nether God Lord.
To be continued...