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“clang~”
Before anyone could react, St. Luke had already unsheathed his sword.
Amid the long sound of sword ringing, he raised his sword and aimed it at the center of the battlefield and slashed it. The sharp sword light instantly penetrated the rain curtain and slashed down.
It's like an upside-down Milky Way in the sky, and its terrifying edge makes people's scalp numb.
The minotaurs and demons who were fighting were startled and felt the approach of death almost at the same time.
If you don't retreat, you will surely die!
The people on both sides flew back as if they were electrocuted.
Faced with life-and-death crisis, the demons have already exerted their speed to the extreme, and their figures are as fast as lightning.
However, no matter how fast they were, the sword light was faster than them.
Almost at the same time they retreated, the sword light had already slashed down, and the overwhelming sword light instantly submerged them.
"ah!"
“Ahhh!”
“Ahhh!”
Suddenly, there was a continuous stream of screams on the battlefield.
Countless demons were unable to escape and were reduced to ashes in the sword light. Even the high-level demon Black Smoke was almost touched by the sword light and broke out in a cold sweat.
On the contrary, the minotaurs thought they were doomed, but the sword light slashed past their bodies. Although the hot sword light burned their hair and curled it up, no minotaurs were injured or killed.
After a moment, the sword light dissipated, and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground.
The rain was pouring down, and the deep trench created by the sword light gathered a lot of rain water in the blink of an eye, running across the entire battlefield like the Chu River and Han River.
On one side of the sword mark, there was the unharmed Minotaur, and on the other side, there were most of the demons killed or injured.
The Minotaur tribe stared at this scene in a daze, not reacting for a long time.
For a moment, the whole place was silent.
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"Hehe~" Just outside this planet, a two or three thousand meter long spaceship was quietly floating in the void.
Wu Hui was lying on a specially made armchair in front of the bridge, eating the delicacies that the beautiful angel had peeled and handed over to him. He was also appreciating the performance of Saint Luke. With his strength reaching that of an eight-winged archangel, it was as easy for him to deal with those weaker demon cubs as if he had turned on his invincible power.
Taking advantage of the bird's-eye view, Wu Hui also saw the entire Morning Glory plane through the porthole. There is no doubt that this is a very beautiful planet. However, at this time, the planet seemed to be shrouded in a black fog, and the space was somewhat distorted.
The black fog penetrated the distorted space and was trying to erode the world. The magic fog had already eroded many gaps in the overlapping areas of the weak spaces.
All kinds of ugly monsters desperately drilled into the Morning Glory Plane through the cracks. They gathered in groups and waited for the high-level demons to enter. Once they waited for a high-level demon, they would launch a frenzied attack on the nearby Tauren tribe under the leadership of the demon.
The crisis faced by this Tauren tribe is not a single one. Now the flames of war in the Dawn Plane have been fully ignited and are spreading like wildfire. If it is not rescued, it is estimated that within ten years, the Dawn Plane will be destroyed and swallowed by the mysterious demon civilization.
This is the planetary plane that Wu Hui bought at a huge price, and he is counting on it to generate income.