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Damn it! How could Xianmiao Palace be related to the Light God Clan? !
Dragon girl Su Xin couldn't help but frown.
When Wu Hui opened the Gate of Heaven before, she was fighting fiercely with the Immortal Lord Piaomiao. The two battlefields were too far apart, and there were thick energy light clouds and rolling energy shock waves blocking them in the middle. She did not feel the energy fluctuations of the Gate of Heaven at all.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have realized something was wrong only now.
With almost no hesitation, she expanded her spiritual consciousness and directly transmitted the message to Immortal Lord Junlie.
"withdraw!"
"Pass the order down, have all the Immortal Alliance troops retreat immediately!"
"It's just a star-level aircraft carrier. Is it worth your panic?" Jun Lie Immortal Lord disagreed and sneered, "Even if the people coming are from the Shinto civilization, so what? As long as there are no fourteenth-level strongmen, I will kill as many as possible!"
"what do you know?"
The dragon girl Su felt a great headache.
The God of Light is definitely the most troublesome Shinto civilization, no doubt about it!
They were born for war, and whenever they appeared on the battlefield, they would have a huge impact on the balance of the war. Even if it was originally a crushing war, they would drag it into a war of attrition.
Moreover, perhaps because their inheritance is too long, although these gods of light have produced countless branches during billions of years of evolution, their methods are still hard to guard against. No one can predict whether they will suddenly take out a treasure that has been passed down from ancient times.
About ten thousand years ago, she encountered the God of Light once. Although she managed to win in the end, she was disgusted to death and still has psychological trauma.
The dragon girl Su Xin briefly described the situation of the Light God Clan. Only then did Immortal Lord Jun Lie realize the seriousness of the problem and his expression changed slightly.
He immediately prepared to order a retreat.
However, as soon as he made a move, Huangfu Hongcai, who was fighting with him, noticed something was wrong.
"Boss! He's trying to run!"
Huangfu Hongcai immediately reported the news loudly to Wu Hui.
"Don't worry, he can't run away."
Wu Hui chuckled, looking calm and composed.
As he spoke, the aircraft carrier-class starship under his feet had already entered the battlefield.
The huge aircraft carrier-class starship is like a mobile star fortress, bringing heavy pressure to everyone.
On the front deck of the starship, Wu Hui was dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, he is no longer the new disciple of Xianmiao Palace "Wang Dong", but the God of Light Wu Hui, a high and mighty god, cold and majestic, looking down on all living beings.
The starlight enveloped him, outlining his expression at the moment as extremely indifferent and majestic.
"Let's get started~"
Wu Hui raised his hand and waved.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The two fourteen-winged angels of light, Saint Princess Catherina and Saint Angel, who were standing behind him, had been prepared for a long time. Upon hearing this, they immediately responded in unison and led several twelve-winged Seraphim to sing a chapter praising the light.
The ethereal singing voice suddenly echoed in the void.
This song seemed to come from everyone's soul. Although it was not loud or passionate, it had the power to cleanse people's hearts.