People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

The ghost battle formation composed of thousands of Linglong soldiers stood firmly in the tide of residual elephants.

Wherever the blade passed, all the remaining images fell down.

They were well-organized and full of murderous intent.

In an instant, he faced Fei Lian the Ape.

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Fei Lian Zhi Xing's steps slowed down.

Use the weak to defeat the strong, and use a strong formation to defeat the few.

It was so thousands of years ago, and it will be so thousands of years later.

Inspired by this spirit, more and more people joined the army to resist the tide of residual elephants.

On the city wall, Lian Feng stood upright in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.

He stared blankly at the scene on the battlefield, and a familiar feeling came over him.

Resonators can sense and resonate with frequencies.

Over the years, he has always been full of doubts about himself.

Why did I remember that I was once very strong, so strong that even the Bell-Ringing Turtle and his companions could defeat him?

But sometimes they are very weak, so weak that he has to avoid even the light wave-level trash fish.

He always felt that he had lost his memory.

The report from Huaxu Research Institute shows that one of the side effects of resonance ability is indeed amnesia.

However, whenever he talked about the past, his friends would always laugh at him at the end.

After a long time, even he began to distrust himself.

It is always like this, no matter how deep the ambition is in your heart.

But when it comes to using it, I always feel powerless.

Until I saw this moment.

He finally resolved his own doubts.

The frequency of the ancient Longlong army has been circulating on this land, and he is the one who can sense and resonate with this frequency.

Those unforgettable memories in his mind are the glorious past of the ancient Longlong Army!

On the battlefield, the Longlong army was in high spirits.

On the city wall, two hot tears fell from the corners of Lian Feng's eyes.

Those memories once again stirred in his mind!

This frequency resonated in his heart again!

"So that's it... So that's it!" He suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes shining brightly.

"The remaining elephants are reborn in the rain, and today I know who I am!"

Under the horrified gazes of the people around him, his aura suddenly rose and a radiant light bloomed around him!

He stroked the long blade at his waist gently. The weapon made no sound, but it kept vibrating.

Lian Feng jumped down from the towering city wall.

Towards the injured Raging Tide-class afterimage in front of him.

Draw the sword in mid-air and cut it down.

The sharp blade light was as dazzling as a sudden thunder.

The sigh of time is engraved in the knife light.

This knife is too sharp. It can cut anything that falls.

The cut image is split into two, and the cut rain curtain is scattered.

With one sword, cut off the raging waves!

He howled with all his might, his voice drifting into the torrent of bells:

"The Remnant Elephant Hunter Lianfeng, come and help!"

……

The birth of ghosts has not stopped.

Where the Burning Knight was broken, the golden light dissipated.

Among the soldiers suffering on the battlefield, some looked ahead and suddenly wondered: "Burning Flame Flower?"

I don’t know when it started.

Peach-pink flame flowers suddenly took root on the battlefield.

It just appeared from everyone's eyes, towards the gloomy sea of ​​sky, towards the overwhelming tide of afterimages.

A human figure appeared among the burning flowers.

There was a sound like thunder!

"Never...never...will stop!!!"

"Ye Gui will not die, and the present state will last forever!!!"

The ghosts of the warriors returning home at night are shaped in the burning flowers.

They held their weapons high, and flames raged around them like burning pollen.

In the dark night of the whirlpool rain, bright lights were lit.

The light illuminated the afterimage tide, and the light pierced straight into the sea of ​​​​sky.

At this moment, the light of humanity shines brightly.

What cannot be stopped and cannot be destroyed is the will that runs through everything!

Under Mingshi's amplification, the upstream rain was so strong and the reappearing ghosts were so real.

He is too real.

On the battlefield, next to the ghost that reappeared.

A young man covered in blood could only stare blankly at the ghost in front of him.

He whispered softly, his tone full of disbelief:

"elder brother?"

Jingming would never have thought in his life that the lost past would reappear in front of him.

He stretched out his shaking arms toward the ghost before him.

Just as he had done in his dreams thousands of nights ago.

But this time, the palm failed to penetrate the body of the ghost in the dream and missed.

It fell heavily on the shoulders of the ghost in the upstream rain.

In the countercurrent of the rainstorm, only tears flow downwards.

Jingming bit his lips tightly, tears blurred the eyes of this young man who had always been upright.

In tears, under the rain.

Looking at the ghost in front of him, he wiped the blood and tears from his face and finally smiled with relief:

"Brother... we can finally fight side by side..."

The Longlong Army, the Yegui Army, and many more living people, are experienced soldiers, are fresh recruits, are ordinary people...

They all charged towards the remaining elephant tide!

In the center of the battlefield, Fei Lian the Ape roared to the sky, pounded his chest with his fists, and screamed loudly.

Only this time, its pressure could no longer approach.

What it faces is an immortal city standing in the long river of time, and the people of the past and present that span the beginning and the present.

Long... Jinzhou...

Since the beginning of the wailing, since its establishment, has there been any moment without blood?

Is there any inch of the base of this huge city of Jinzhou that is free of corpses?

The bones are silent, but they live on.

The glorious spirits of the dead, transformed into frequencies, have never left this land.

Just waiting for the end.

Just waiting for a rainy night.

Now, the final moment has arrived.

Amidst the deafening noise, there was an unstoppable tide of residual images.

Return.

The tide does not disappear, it just disappears.

The remaining elephant knows no fear, only killing!

Yinlin, Lianfeng, Taoqi, Weilinai, Lingyang, Chixia, Danjin...

There are many more people who cannot be named and ordinary people...

There are even more ghosts whose names have disappeared in the long river of time...

Together they formed a killing sword.

This knife will cut off as much as is born in the swirling rain.

Nothing more than that.

We must kill them until they have no way to retreat, and until the remaining elephants will tremble in fear even if they glance at the Jinzhou city gate.

This battle is finally over.

No matter how powerful Ming Shiki is, his power is ultimately limited.

In the reverse rain, soldiers half-stood, leaning on their weapons.

Countless eyes scanned the center of the battlefield. The only tsunami-level enemy, Fei Lian Zhi Xing, was half-kneeling on the ground, shattered into a sky full of green light.

Someone raised his hands and shouted: "Victory!!!"

Voices rang out one after another, celebrating the arrival of victory.

This brutal battle finally came to an end.

The survivors supported each other and walked towards the city gate like wanderers returning home.

On the battlefield, the ghostly figures gradually dimmed.

The living have their own harbor, and the dead have their own destination.

Jingming stared at the gradually dimming ghost in front of him, speechless for a long time.

He just stood there lonely.

It was not until the ghost's figure disappeared in the rain that he looked up in surprise and heard an extremely familiar voice in his ears.

The ghost does not speak, but just repeats its past monologues.

The sound came from many years ago and was a long sigh.

He said, "Brother, I have no regrets."