Daqin: The beginning of the collapse of the sky, sweeping across the Western Regions

However, Qin Tian's helpers showed amazing insight and sharpness. They seemed to be able to see through everything and instantly saw through the opponent's intentions.

One of the warriors, who was sturdy and agile, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold and confident smile.

He lowered his voice and conveyed the instructions to his companions at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, several other helpers rushed over like a gust of wind. Their figures were as swift as lightning and their speed was jaw-dropping. In the blink of an eye, they reached the retreat route of the Hun gods, like an indestructible wall of steel, completely blocking their way of escape.

The Hun gods stared with wide eyes, watching their carefully planned plan fall apart in an instant, and a feeling of despair welled up in their hearts.

They were horrified to find themselves in a desperate situation, with the way forward blocked and the way back also cut off.

With no other options left, they had no choice but to grit their teeth, muster up their courage, and once again bravely fight the enemy.

At this critical moment, they deeply realized that not only were they inferior to the enemy in strength, but they were also far behind them in strategy and wisdom.

Qin Tian's reinforcements quickly formed an indestructible human wall, staring calmly at the Xiongnu gods' every move.

The powerful aura emanating from them became increasingly stronger, as if sending a clear signal to their opponents every minute and every second: any attempt to escape would be futile!

When they realized that escape was hopeless, the land immortals on the Xiongnu side fell into an unprecedented difficult situation.

Their expressions gradually changed from initial panic to firmness and courage, and there was a gleam of tragic and resolute light in everyone's eyes.

Knowing clearly that they had no way to retreat, they resolutely gathered all the strength in their bodies and prepared to make a final stubborn resistance.

These gods gathered together again and used their best spells and skills without hesitation.

In an instant, dense dark clouds gathered in the sky again, with lightning and thunder, as if even the power of nature was lamenting their desperate situation.

They tried their best and continuously released wave after wave of extremely powerful attacks towards Qin Tian's camp, trying to reverse their tragic fate through such fierce and brutal offensive.

However, facing such a fierce attack, the mysterious figures under Qin Tian remained as steady as a rock and stood still.

They cleverly responded to every attack from the Hun gods with more precise, sharp, fierce and powerful moves.

The perfect coordination between them and the solid and unbreakable defense system made all the struggles and efforts of the Hun gods seem like bubbles and disappeared in an instant.

As time passed, the physical strength and magical power of the Hun gods gradually deflated like a deflated ball.

Their attacks became chaotic and disorganized, and their defenses were full of loopholes and vulnerable.

Qin Tian's helpers naturally would not miss this excellent opportunity. Like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, they launched wave after wave of fierce counterattacks.

Faced with this overwhelming and indestructible powerful offensive, the Hun gods were finally unable to hold on any longer. They fell from the sky one after another like kites with their strings cut.

Whenever a god is defeated, it seems that one can hear a roar from the end of the universe. It is the earth-shaking, heart-shattering, resounding, and ground-shattering sound produced by the collision of power against power.

Accompanied by deafening, earth-shaking, and deafening crashes, the light gushed out like a volcanic eruption, dazzling, brilliant, and colorful, making people dizzy, dazzled, and dare not look directly at it.

However, just as the last Hun god collapsed to the ground in a dazzling, brilliant and radiant light, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an extremely strange and terrifying silence.

These Xiongnu gods! They once called the wind and rain in this boundless and vast land, and were omnipotent, just like the gods who dominated everything in the world.

However, the world is unpredictable and fate is unpredictable. Now, because of a defeat in the war, they have lost the chance to return to their homeland forever. Even their precious lives have been lost and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Qin Tian stared quietly at everything in front of him, without feeling much joy in his heart.

On the contrary, at this moment, he has a deeper understanding of the cruelty of war, and is also full of unswerving belief in his future path.

He understood deeply that this victory was by no means accidental, nor could it be easily achieved by relying solely on powerful military force.

Behind this lies endless wisdom and ingenious strategic layout.

Every move and every decision is like walking on a tightrope. The slightest mistake can lead to eternal damnation.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart which was restless due to excitement, as if to soothe the surging emotions in his heart.

Then, he slowly turned around and faced the group of comrades behind him who had fought bloody battles with him and shared life and death with him, and nodded slightly to show his respect.

His eyes revealed an indescribable gratitude and high respect for them.

Without the firm support and selfless help of these brave and fearless fighters, this thrilling battle would have been difficult to bring to a perfect end so smoothly.

They paid with their blood and lives to build this towering monument that symbolizes victory, and it has become an eternal legend.

The battle was finally over, and the bodies of the Hun gods lay scattered on the battlefield like discarded toys.

They became innocent victims of this brutal war and played a tragic and inspiring war song with their lives.

When the last Xiongnu land immortal fell on the battlefield, Tuoman Chanyu's heart seemed to sink into the abyss.

He stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching the scene with dull eyes, the emotions churning in his heart were indescribable.

Those gods who were once regarded as undefeated legends have now turned into cold corpses. This cruel reality is hard for him to accept.

His face, which had originally been resolute and full of confidence, was now replaced by deep despair.

The muscles on his face twitched unconsciously, and the fire in his eyes was swallowed by an invisible haze.

His hands fell limply at his sides, and he felt a sense of powerlessness and fear he had never felt before.