Infinite Survival: The winner takes all!

The martyrs sang in unison. To the followers of the evil god, this sound was like the strongest stimulant, which lifted their spirits and made them surge with strength.

But for the five major clan legions dozens of kilometers away, the obscene sounds were like a cancer in their ears, unbearable, as if something filthy was quietly invading their bodies.

In order to resist the ravages of the evil sound, the gods in the front row mobilized their divine power to form an invisible barrier to protect the temple warriors behind them from harm.

Far away where the two armies were in a tense standoff, in the void, a man and a woman stood quietly, their eyes focused on the battlefield.

"Big brother, look, the sky over there has been swallowed by darkness!" Li Yaoyao subconsciously grabbed Li Ming's arm and exclaimed.

"Hmm..." Li Ming responded absentmindedly. His illusory pupils were fixed on the half of the sky that was gradually being stained by 'ink'. His expression was focused and deep.

As the martyrs' chants became more passionate and louder, it seemed as if they had set off the deepest resonance between heaven and earth, and their voices were so mighty that they shook the entire universe.

The next moment, wisps of dark and lightless black air slowly seeped out from the void. Even though he was a hundred kilometers away, Li Ming could deeply feel the evil breath coming towards him.

The black gas seemed to carry a terrible power that could corrode everything. Wherever it touched, flowers, plants, and trees were twisted and deformed, the hard rocks on the ground turned into black wax, and the clear water turned into thick black fluid, like a doomsday scene.

After a while, the three legions of the Dark Temple were swallowed up by the deep and boundless darkness.

Under the cover of darkness, their aura rose sharply, as if a sleeping beast suddenly awakened, releasing a creepy pressure in the deep night.

Immediately afterwards, rolling black fog surged up and down, as if the sky was torn apart.

In the fog, the roars of the dark creatures were deafening, gathering into an unstoppable force that swept rapidly towards the territories of the five major clans.

Its unparalleled might seems to devour all living things.

When the rolling black fog spread to the territories of the five major clans, and was less than twenty kilometers away, tens of thousands of gods' messengers, after accumulating strength for a long time, attacked swiftly almost at the same moment.

In an instant, colorful divine light cut through the sky, like an overwhelming torrent, fiercely bombarding the surging black fog.

Naturally, the Dark Temple Legion was not willing to be outdone. From the bottomless vortex, they released wave after wave of dark storms carrying destructive power.

These corrupt storms were like wild horses running wildly in the void, colliding violently with the oncoming gorgeous divine arts.

Boom boom boom...

Countless extremely powerful energies collided with each other, and earth-shaking explosions echoed between heaven and earth.

After casting their magic spells, the first wave of gods' messengers did not continue to attack, but quickly retreated to the rear.

Immediately, the second row of gods' messengers swarmed to the front of the formation like arrows ready to be shot.

The divine power surrounding them surged and surged like a mountain torrent, unstoppable.

As he raised his hand, dazzling divine arts poured out like an upside-down Milky Way, and like a downpour, they mercilessly bombarded the rolling black fog.

Although the attacks of the gods failed to cause significant casualties to the Dark Temple Legion, they succeeded in significantly slowing down the spread of the black fog.

This situation is intolerable for the Dark Temple Legion.

Their original intention in launching the Dark Tide was to directly attack the core areas of the five major clans' territories and completely destroy their original main god statues, thereby eradicating the foundations of the five major clans' faith in one fell swoop.

However, the reality is that the number of gods' messengers from the five major clans far exceeds expectations.

Even though each God's messenger has a limited number of attacks, they can still continuously block the Legion's offensive pace by taking turns to fight.

Faced with such a dilemma, the three commanders decided to adjust their tactics and adopt a more proactive offensive strategy after an emergency discussion.

They quickly dispatched small-scale troops to launch almost suicidal attacks on the five major clan temple legions.

These attacks do not seek substantial results, but rather force the opponent's godsons to constantly respond, thereby consuming their number of attacks.

Looking at the dark creatures that suddenly rushed out of the black fog, the commander at the temple front remained calm. It was obvious that all this was already within their expectations and tactical arrangements.

The gods did not act rashly, but instead entrusted the task of fighting against low-level dark creatures to the temple warrior corps.

Only when high-level monsters appear will they take decisive action to kill them.

The two armies collided with each other in a fierce battle. The violent roars and shrill howls intertwined into a thrilling battlefield picture.

The casualties continued to rise in an instant.

A large number of dark creatures were defeated and turned into dust under the fierce attack of the temple warriors, and the temple warriors also paid a heavy price.

Their bodies were corroded and corrupted by the power of darkness, and eventually turned into black corpses falling to the ground.

As time passed, more and more soldiers were killed on both sides, and the war gradually showed signs of turning into a war of attrition.

However, at this moment, neither side has any way out.

The high-level forces of the Dark Temple must be stationed in the army to resist the fierce attacks of the gods of the five major clans, thus ensuring that the tide of darkness can advance steadily.

The gods of the five major clans must do their utmost to stop the spread of the corrupt black fog in order to protect their homes.

Therefore, in this fierce contest, the low-level forces of both sides can only be gradually consumed in the constant confrontation and fighting.

The atmosphere in the Temple Legion's temporary supreme command post was solemn and tense.

"Captain of the Legion." A sentry knelt on one knee and looked solemnly at Sethius who was sitting on the main seat and reported, "The casualties of our temple soldiers have exceeded 5,000, of which 3,000 warriors have been killed."

Sethius was silent for a few seconds, then he decisively ordered, "Send a message to the commanders on the front line, and ask them to increase the frequency of the gods' attacks appropriately."

"We still have ample reserve forces. We cannot let our temple warriors sacrifice in vain."

"Yes, Commander!" The sentry who received the order responded immediately, then quickly stood up and left.

The frequency of the gods' attacks increased rapidly, and the growth rate of casualties among the temple warriors was indeed curbed.

Seeing this, the Dark Temple Legion mistakenly believed that their strategy had worked, so they sent further troops in an attempt to expand their victory.

The battle between the two sides became increasingly fierce, from day to night, and from night to dawn...

As the battle reached a climax, high-level forces from the five major clans and the Dark Temple intervened in the battlefield, launching a thrilling showdown. The collision was so fierce that it seemed to shake the heaven and earth.