Chapter 1817 (1/2)
Hum!!
This shock is unprecedented.
In this instant, the raging fire lit the whole valley like the day and turned every soldier's face pale.
The power of terror made the mountains and valleys inside the valley shake and collapse for the first time!
Many abysses were buried, and many accompanying animals and poisonous insects were buried!
The cracking of the ground had a great impact on the 300 million gods. Many people were directly killed by collapsed rocks, and countless buildings and boundaries were crushed.
The earth is falling, the earth is shaking!
In the dark, such a scene is like the end of the world.
This caused the flute sound of the protoss to be interrupted for at least ten seconds!
The towering pillar of fire and the angry golden head finally tore a gap in the fearless heart of the Fushen family, which made them deeply feel the fear of extermination.
This is war!
Ground fighting, sky bombing!
Blood, tears, pain and fear fill everyone's heart.
Only the sun emperor and his holy palace are high above, like the ancient god of heaven, planning strategies and controlling everything.
In the absence of 50 million elite legions to jointly take charge of the barrier spirit line resistance, the 56th anger of the Sun Temple directly shook the foundation of Jiuyou subduing the barrier, and brought a deep shock to the subdued Protoss and the emperor's burial army.
This means that even if they hang the temple army on the ground battlefield and win the victory, the Sun Temple in the sky will still destroy the guardian barrier!
Once Jiuyou is broken, the advantages of the ground Legion may disappear.
At that time, the temple army with soaring morale will have the opportunity to fight against and kill the protoss!
This is the coldest and deadliest moment!
The shadow of death and extermination envelops everyone's heart.
It's like a dagger burning fire, stabbing everyone's heart.
This fear and pain of extinction is enough to make anyone fall into collapse and completely lose hope at this time.
The immortal golden head in the sky has become a nightmare in the hearts of every volt Protoss and Emperor burial army.
Scare!
Scare!
Scare!
On the battlefield, after this moment of silence, there were many, many voices of heavy breathing.
There are too many people with dry mouth and pale face. They can only breathe heavily to alleviate their fear.
The fury of the holy palace was like hitting the hearts of every ”resister” and making people's hearts twitch.
However!
Li Tianming was suddenly moved to tears. At the next moment, the flute of Fu Shengu sounded again.
Hiss, hiss!
For a time, the sound of the flute came one after another, just like a single spark gathering, and soon became a prairie fire, burning to the heart of every volt Protoss and Emperor burial army.
Such a sharp and harsh voice comes from every Protoss. They try their best to play, just to tell the enemy that they are not frightened, do not give in, and do not fear death!
”Do you hear me! Hear me! ”
Fu Shen Gong Yi's voice is hoarse, but it penetrates the sky.