Reborn Conceited Soldier

Looking at the strange three-coloured dragon, everyone's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. That was a strong power that represented the three levels of our academy. Among all the people present, only a few could have such power.    

Hong Jun, Sikong Banyu, Demon Emperor, Hou Hou, and finally Moon Boy. The remaining people could only look at this kind of strength from behind. Even if it was the current Di Jun, with his extraordinary fire source energy and combat prowess comparable to an existence at the second level of the origin realm, would Di Jun be able to withstand the attack from Moon Boy with three different types of origin powers?    

"Ang …"    

The three-coloured dragon roared and rushed towards Di Jun.    

Di Jun's expression was grave, and he completely released all of his fire origin energy without holding anything back. The Golden Crow phantom behind him visibly became more focused, and his aura also greatly increased. This was all he had, he … Just like what was said before, if he wanted to fight Moon Boy at the end of the line, he wouldn't hold back anything, and he couldn't hold back anything either.    

"Ga Ga …"    

The Gold Crow silhouette let out a similar cry, its shrill, ear-piercing cry causing people to feel pain in their ears. At the same time, Di Jun suddenly turned into a flame and entered the space between the brows of the Golden Crow. At the same time, Di Jun suddenly turned into a flame and entered the area between the brows of the Golden Crow.    

"Ang …"    

In the middle of the sky, two terrifying beasts were in contact with each other. The terrifying clash caused the entire space to tremble. Putting everything else aside, just the aftershocks of the battle had caused all of the Fighter in the area with a radius of more than ten kilometers to bleed from the seven apertures of their eyes, one after the other, causing their souls to scatter.    

Although the two armies battled with a million strong against six hundred thousand or so people, the Zixiao Palace people, who harbored the intent to die, were incomparably ferocious. It was as if there were no defeats or victories, only massacres and death. There were also aftershocks from the battle between experts. One second, he had just killed his opponent. He didn't even have time to be happy, yet the next second, he didn't even know how he had died. He had already lost his consciousness.    

A normal person's war was cruel, but a cultivator's war was sad. This was because the life and death of both the low level cultivators and the Fighter had become meaningless. Regardless of whether they win or lose, they were unable to control the overall situation. Those who were able to control the overall situation were all experts. Don't look at the several hundred thousand or so million strong army. However, under the hands of experts, they were existences that disappeared into thin air with a pinch.    

In fact, many people had already raised their questions. Since the decisive battle between experts was the key to victory or defeat, then why did they have to wipe out so many lives and let so many deaths become meaningless? Why did they need to embark on a path of life and death? This question was not only limited to a single person. For many years, many people had been asking and searching for it.    

However, they only received one answer — the world was heartless, and everything was just like a stray dog.    

If a person wanted to do it for the heavens, then they had to do it for the heavens. They had to do it for the ruthlessness of the heavens, do it for fairness, and do it to ignore everything. But... Is that really the answer? No one was sure, and no one dared to deny it. However, all of this was still going on according to plan. It didn't change in the slightest.    

"Ang …"    

"Ga Ga …"    

The battle between the two giant beasts may have happened in the void, but the land below them had been reduced to ruins. Even Fengdu Great Monarch and the rest retreated far away in fear. As for the other Fighter s who were fighting on both sides, their eyes had already turned red from killing. The two giant beasts were fighting on both sides and their bodies were being mercilessly devoured, but the fight in other places was still ongoing. No one paid attention to it or cared about it.    

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scene appeared. The three-legged Gold Crow in the sky had one of its wings bitten by the three-coloured dragon. At the same time, its dragon claws held onto the Three-legged Gold Crow's body, and it suddenly pulled.    

"Ga Ga!"    

The Three-legged Golden Crow let out a blood-curdling screech. One of its wings was ripped apart, transforming into flames that disappeared into the sky. The damage to the Three-legged Golden Crow's wings caused its aura to plummet, unable to contend against the three-coloured dragon.    

"Ang …"    

The three-coloured dragon was unforgiving, taking advantage of the three-legged Golden Crow's fall to launch an attack, its huge body struck again and again, its sharp claws tearing at the Three-legged Golden Crow's body, turning into a kind of crushing power.    

Under the fierce attack of the three-coloured dragon, the aura of the Three-legged Golden Crow in the sky gradually weakened. Under the fierce attack of the three-colored dragon, the aura of the Three-legged Golden Crow in the sky gradually weakened. If you looked carefully, you could see that Di Jun had lost an arm and his entire body was covered with wounds. His aura was extremely weak.    

"Your Majesty!"    

"Di Jun …"    

Seeing this, Fengdu Great Monarch and the rest turned pale with fright. They immediately rushed forward to catch Di Jun's falling body. Di Jun's defeat caught the attention of the demon race's generals as they hurriedly rushed over to protect him. As the experts from the Demon Tribes left the battlefield, the rest of the Demon Tribes also began to retreat.    

One by one, they began to evacuate the battlefield, returning to the backs of Fengdu Great Monarch and the others. On the other hand, on Zixiao Palace side, seeing the five forces retreating while fighting, they did not have any intention of chasing after them. Instead, they had even more of an intention to force the five forces to retreat, and very quickly, a situation of confrontation was formed.    

However, right now, in the middle of this confrontation, there was the Shura Hell whose blood flowed like a river. There was no longer the grand aura of a million strong army against six hundred thousand soldiers. Instead, there was only gloom and coldness. In a short period of time, more than half of the people in both hands had died here, becoming one of the Heroic Souls of this place.    

"Your Majesty … Your Majesty, how are you? Demon Master, quick... Quick, take the Nine Revolving Golden Pellet. " Ji Meng supported Di Jun, who was covered in wounds and had a weak aura, and was anxious and worried.    

Demon Master, Kun Peng hurriedly took out a small golden gourd and handed it over. However, it was suppressed by Di Jun's hand. He laughed self-deprecatingly and slowly waved his hand, "No need, I don't need it anymore. The Nine Transformations Golden Pill is already useless to me. "Help me stand up, Ji Meng."    

"No …" Your Majesty, you … " Ji Meng panicked. If anything happened to Di Jun, what would happen to the demon clan in the future?