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And in the outermost periphery of the natural disaster world, this battle is still going on.

The god of death and the scarlet lord faced each other head-on, and the power of the two began to confront each other in nothingness, causing the world of natural disasters to scream.

In the invisible, an invisible air mechanism began to interweave, and began to ripple in this place, emitting waves of invisible textures.

The result of the battle between the two sides is also very obvious.

The God of Death was suppressed by the Scarlet God, and was directly suppressed at a disadvantage. Although the balance of power was barely maintained at the moment, it was already showing a tendency to gradually collapse.

This result is not surprising.

After all, nowadays, the God of Death is only a clone, and is suppressed by the world of natural disasters, while the Crimson Lord is completely opposite, not only the main body comes, but also the blessing of the world of natural disasters.

In fact, under such harsh conditions, the god of death was able to barely maintain this balance of power, which was already the result of the joint blessing of more than a dozen incarnations of the gods behind him.

The power of more than a dozen incarnations of the gods was blessed on the God of Death together, and at this moment they blessed the God of Death together, so they pushed forward the power of the God of Death, barely maintaining the balance of power under the attack of the Scarlet Lord in front of them, Did not collapse directly.

However, according to the current situation, as time passed, the divine power blessed by the gods gradually disappeared, and it was only a matter of time before the power of the God of Death was completely suppressed.

Regarding this, the God of Death's face was calm, and he was very calm about this, just waving the long sword in his hand, intersecting with the scarlet lord in front of him.

"Now, let's rush in and completely destroy the passage!"

Looking at the battlefields everywhere, the Lords of Disaster who were watching the battle looked at each other, and then the idea flashed across them in unison.

At this moment, there is a big fight everywhere, and the three eighth-level saints on the opposite side are all held back. This is their great opportunity to destroy the world passage.

They have not forgotten that these holy moments in front of them are just incarnations.

If there is some delay until these holy avatars are sent to the world of natural disasters, then things will become extremely difficult.

At this point, they looked at each other, and then rushed forward in unison.

With the brilliance flowing, they rushed into the hazy space, breaking through the power blockade of the world of the gods.

In front of his eyes, the brilliance of the world of the gods is still circulating, flickering in that place. At this moment, he seems to feel the arrival of several disaster lords, and the brilliance in them is flickering rapidly, as if feeling a burst of anxiety.

"Are you feeling anxious?"

Feeling the reaction of the consciousness of the gods' world, this idea flashed in the minds of several disaster lords, and then the movements of their hands couldn't help but speed up.

As long as the power blockade in front of him is broken and the passage of the world is destroyed, these sacred incarnations in front of him will be trapped in the natural disaster world master, and they can only become turtles in the urn, unable to escape.

At that time, facing the suppression of the power of the natural disaster world and the offensive of many natural disaster masters, the fate can be imagined.

Thinking of this, several disaster masters couldn't help showing smiles on their faces, and rushed straight in.

They rushed straight out and plunged in.

Then the next moment, a terrifying change began to take place.

"More than a dozen!"

Waves of voices came out of the mist, with a kind of horror and disbelief in the voice.

Chapter 904 The Resurgent Lord of Disasters

"More than a dozen!"

Waves of voices came from the fog in front, and there was a kind of inexplicable horror in the voice, as well as a deep sense of shock.

Then, a violent breath came out from it, violent and turbulent, making people feel terrifying.

The aura of law is throbbing, communicating with the power of authority that exists in the dark in an instant, unfolding in an all-round way, as if the holy ones are beginning to descend, showing their own majesty at this moment.

The next moment, under the horrified eyes of the scarlet lord, those disaster lords rushed out straight away.

Compared with when they rushed into the mist before, they looked extremely embarrassed at this moment, with dense wounds all over their bodies, in which there were regular textures and auras, entangled with other sacred auras, destroying their bodies.

There are two Lords of Calamity at the front, who look even more miserable. At this moment, most of their bodies are shattered, and the holy blood is flowing all over their bodies as if they don't want money. Looking at it like this, I'm afraid they have hurt the source.

Looking at their miserable state, the Crimson Lord couldn't help being taken aback.

what's the situation?

Could it be that there are other sacred things hidden in that fog?

Should not be ah.

The consciousness of the natural disaster world has not been disturbed, which means that even if there is a sacred entry in that world, at most there are some incarnations, and the real body should not really enter this place.

But if they were just incarnations, how could they be beaten like this?

The strength of the Lord of Natural Disasters is not considered weak. With the blessing of the world consciousness of the World of Natural Disasters, even if he is alone, he may need four or five holy incarnations to be able to match him, and it may not even be enough.

Such strength, how was it beaten like this?

A doubt arose in the Red Lord's heart, and even the movements of his hands couldn't help but slow down a bit at this moment.

The next moment, a mist gradually blew up.

As if feeling something, the power of the natural disaster world began to exert force, and wisps of world power slowly descended, slowly driving out the power of the gods world.

The fog that was originally shrouded by the power of the world began to gradually disintegrate, revealing its original appearance.

Wisps of sacred aura slowly spread out and began to ripple in the world in front of me.

Bursts of brilliance began to bloom from the place in front of him, and the aura of divine existence was constantly blooming.

Rays of light began to soar into the sky, each representing a divine being.

The Crimson Lord was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the scene in front of her, she couldn't help being stunned at this moment even though she was an eighth-level saint, unable to react at all.

I saw ripples passing by in front of me.

In a wilderness, a golden gate of the world stands quietly, manifesting in it, blooming a faint brilliance of the world.

And under the huge gate of the world, one after another silhouettes stood in it.

Those indifferent, calm, or smiling figures just stood calmly beside the gate of the world. At this moment, following the gaze of the Crimson Lord, they came directly to watch them in unison.

And the number is not one or two, nor a dozen, but close to fifty.

Nearly fifty holy!

If this number is said, it may be enough to scare the courage of a group of people. Even if the strength is as strong as the Crimson Lord, he can't help being stunned at this moment, feeling a deep malice attack.