Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

He stood ten feet away from Wang Hun, and said in a low and threatening voice: "Boy, are you using Qi Refining Technique?"

Wang Hun snorted coldly, with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "Gui Mu, the Great God of Plague, I naturally recognize you. But do you think you can defeat me with your strength?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Guimu's eyes, which was then replaced by anger: "You actually know this god, you're quite knowledgeable. However, if you dare to block my attack, you must die today!" His voice was like thunder, shaking the air around him.

Wang Hun was not overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum. He knew that the battle had just begun. He held the Qi Refining Sword in his hand, ready to face the upcoming battle.

And Guimu, the great god of the plague, also waved his scythe, ready to show his true power.

As Wang Hun and Gui Mu confronted each other, the atmosphere on the battlefield became more tense. Wang Hun's eyes flashed with determination.

Guimu slowly raised his scythe. The black and red blade seemed to absorb the surrounding light, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression. His voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing: "Boy, your courage is commendable, but your ignorance will be your fatal weakness."

Wang Hun did not respond. He knew that at this time, words were the most powerless weapon. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and calmed his mind.

Guimu sneered and said, "Take a taste of my power!" As he said that, he swung the scythe in his hand violently. A black light burst out from the blade, carrying a strong murderous intent and resentment.

"Ksitigarbha's divine power - poison sickle!" As the ghost wood's divine power was activated, the sickle was instantly covered with a layer of dark purple poison powder, which filled the air and emitted a pungent smell. This is a very deadly toxin that can quickly corrode the enemy's body and soul, causing them to fall into extreme pain.

At this moment, a fly appeared nearby at an inopportune time. It seemed not to sense the danger and flew straight towards the scythe. When it approached the scythe, it was instantly covered by the dark purple poison powder, and after a few seconds it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

Seeing this, Guimu showed a ferocious smile, he soared up, waving the scythe and rushed towards Wang Hun. Wang Hun held the Qi Refining Sword in his hand and rushed forward. His eyes were firm and focused, without any fear.

The Qi Refining Sword faced the Poison Death Scythe, and the two sides collided, and dazzling sparks burst out. The two powerful forces confronted each other, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

At the same time, dozens of Protoss soldiers appeared in the sky, wearing golden armor and holding various weapons, looking aggressive. Some of them held bows and arrows, aiming at the Hidden God warriors below.

"Shoot!" a general of the God Clan shouted. Dozens of arrows were shot out at the same time, with blazing flames, streaking across the sky like meteors, shooting towards the warriors of the God Hidden Tribe.

The warriors of the Hidden God Tribe did not flinch, they all flew into the air, holding shields to block the arrows, and then rushed forward. The weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and they started a fierce battle with the soldiers of the God Tribe.

In the sky, flames were everywhere, and shouts of killing were heard one after another. The battle between the Protoss soldiers and the Hidden Gods warriors became more and more intense, and both sides showed their tenacious fighting spirit and superb fighting skills.

Zi Dian was also among them. He picked a god soldier to fight with, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Senior, come and meet me"!

This voice startled Zi Dian, because he recognized the identity of the speaker - Zhui Ri, the genius of the gods who defeated him and took away his position as the God of Thunder.

As the voice fell, a dark blue electric current appeared beside him, and then, a young man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a black and gold robe, appeared beside him. Zi Dian looked closely and saw that it was Zhui Ri.

"Zhui Ri, it's you?" Zi Dian said in surprise.

"Yes, it is this great god." Zhui Ri looked at Zi Dian with an indifferent expression and said, "You are defeated, but you still refuse to admit defeat? If you go back now, I can ask the high priest to be lenient with you."

As Zhui Ri appeared, a complex emotion flashed in Zi Dian's eyes. He was once a great god in the Thunder Department, but he lost everything because of his defeat to Zhui Ri. Now facing this former opponent again, he felt both anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"Zhuiri, do you think I'm still afraid of you?" Zidian said coldly, with a tremor in his voice. He summoned the lightning spear in his hand and prepared to face this inevitable battle.

A scornful smile appeared on Zhui Ri's lips: "Zi Dian, your strength is indeed good, but compared to me, it is still far behind." His voice was calm, but every word was full of confidence and arrogance.

Zi Dian did not respond. He knew that at this time, words were the most powerless weapon. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and calmed his mind. The power of thunder and lightning surrounded him, and the purple electric light was like a small snake, constantly moving.

Zhui Ri said no more. He waved his right hand, and deep blue waves flowed out from his palm, forming a huge electric net that surrounded Zi Dian. The electric currents in the electric net were interlaced, making crackling sounds, as if a fatal attack would erupt at any time.

Zi Dian was not overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum. He held the lightning spear in his hand and swung it violently. A purple lightning shot out from the spear and hit the center of the power grid. The lightning and the power grid collided with each other, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar.

The power grid was directly broken, and Zhui Rijian was unable to take down Zi Dian immediately, so he summoned his weapon, which was a sword with a blade covered with lightning. There was a ring on the hilt where the sword was held, and there was an electric current when it was grasped.

The current at the hilt formed a perfect circuit with Zhui Ri's body, filling his entire body with the power of thunder and lightning. This sword, called "Thor's Sword", was Zhui Ri's signature weapon, and every swing of it could unleash a powerful thunder and lightning attack.

Zi Dian looked at the Thunder God Sword in Zhui Ri's hand, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He knew the power of this sword, and also knew that Zhui Ri's strength should not be underestimated. He held the Thunder Spear tightly, ready to meet this challenge.

"Come on, let me see if you have made any progress over the years!" Zhui Ri said coldly, his voice full of provocation.

Zi Dian did not respond, his eyes became more determined. He knew that he had to go all out in this battle to live up to his former glory.

The momentum of the two collided in the air, and the air around them seemed to be ignited, making crackling sounds. Zhui Ri took the lead in launching an attack. He swung the Thunder God Sword, and lightning shot out from the sword, forming a huge lightning storm that rushed straight towards Zi Dian.