God and Demon Killing Platform: I can summon the gods of China

At that critical moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Bai Wuchang, his figure seemed particularly graceful in the breeze, his sleeves fluttering lightly,

Not only did the white robes around him rustle like rolling dark clouds,

Moreover, an extraordinary aura exploded in an instant, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

The mourning stick in his hand seemed to come alive under his control.

Bai Wuchang took himself as the center, the shadow of the stick swaying, and circles of invisible but powerful energy fluctuations were like ripples on the water.

Spreading out layer by layer, with suffocating power, it faced the zombie king's giant fist that was powerful enough to shake mountains.

At this moment, the colors between heaven and earth seemed to dim.

Only the focus of the collision of the two forces shone with dazzling light.

With a crisp sound, the fist that was powerful enough to level mountains and rivers was actually bounced back by this invisible force.

The huge recoil force almost caused the Zombie King's huge body to lose balance and stagger and fall!

This round of competition ended with Bai Wuchang's overwhelming victory again.

His ease and comfort during the process made people sigh at the unfathomable strength of him.

On the other hand, the zombie king's right arm was blown away by Bai Wuchang's attack.

The remaining cracks on the cross section are like spider webs covering the entire body.

There was a hint of crumbling, as if the whole body would fall apart in the next moment.

"Roar--"

The roar of reluctance and anger tore through the sky, and the zombie king's face was hideous.

The rage that burst out of his bloody mouth soared into the sky.

Its body began to expand incredibly, like a balloon caught in a strong wind.

It quickly grew in size, climbing from its original height of 100 meters to an astonishing 200 meters.

Like a moving mountain, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The crowd below looked up and could only see the head of the zombie king disappearing into the sea of clouds.

And the shadow cast by his huge limbs was like a canopy, blocking out the sunlight,

Every movement caused the earth to tremble.

Faced with such a change, the Black and White Impermanence just smiled at each other, their eyes full of disdain.

"Do you have a soft spot for powerful fodder? What's the point of getting so big!?"

Bai Wuchang joked, and Hei Wuchang followed closely behind:

"Even if the body is huge, what's the use if the power is weak?"

The contempt revealed in the two people's words seemed to be the most direct mockery of the Zombie King.

As soon as they finished speaking, they said no more, but waved their hands, and the mourning stick and the soul-catching rope turned into two sharp lights.

They intertwined and merged in mid-air, condensing into a blood-red wall hundreds of meters high.

Countless faces twisted in pain on the wall opened their mouths and screamed, as if screams from the depths of hell were coming through.

It's both terrifying and haunting.

This bloody barrier was like the Doomsday Judgment, slowly advancing towards the Zombie King.

Seeing this, the latter showed a trace of disdain on his face and tried to push it away with his giant hand.

But the moment his fingertips touched the blood wall, a shocking reversal took place.

The seemingly indestructible body turned out to be as fragile as a piece of paper that would burn in the fire when it came into contact with the blood wall.

It turned into fragments in an instant, with molten lava overflowing, dyeing the surrounding space with a sad and bright red.

The life flame of the zombie king was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

All that was left was a slowly dispersing cloud of black dust and a burnt smell that lingered in the air for a long time.

In the distance, Jin Yuzhen, the summoner of this battle, was in the same precarious situation.

Kneeling in the center of the ring, Jin Yuzhen stared at his shaking hands, his eyes flashing red.

Full of disbelief and reluctance.

"How is this possible! How could I lose? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

He repeated it, his expression distorted, his movements looking strange and helpless.

Just as Jin Yuzhen was immersed in his failure, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps was heard.

Jin Yuzhen's body trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head. His eyes happened to meet Zhang Cheng, who was standing high up with a stern look in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng's face was calm, as if he had expected everything.

That look seemed to penetrate everything and directly examine Jin Yuzhen's soul.

"You lost this battle."

Zhang Cheng's tone was flat, but every word was heart-piercing, declaring an unchangeable fact.

"Not only you, but also the Xiaohan Republic behind you, are heading for failure."

"This was a duel concerning national honor. You lost miserably, completely and irreparably!"

Through a special communication device, every word Zhang Cheng spoke echoed clearly in the ears of every listener.

Every word is like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into the hearts of the people of Xiaohan Republic.

In the audience of Xiaohan Republic of China, everyone was silent, with shock and loss written all over their faces.

It seemed as if he had not yet recovered from the heavy blow of defeat.

When Zhang Cheng turned around, his back straightened, and gently drew a gesture of 150 billion towards the area of Xiaohan Republic of China,

It even caused an uproar in the Xiaohan Republic.

"Now, it is not us, the Dragon Nation, who have to pay out 100 billion and admit our mistakes to you along with two war criminals,"

Zhang Cheng's words were powerful, and every word seemed to carry the force of thunder.

"But you must pay our Dragon Nation 150 billion Dragon Nation currency as compensation!"

As soon as these remarks came out, the audience of Xiaohan Republic of China suddenly felt a mixture of shame and anger.

The heads that were originally held high also lowered one after another, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.

They clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white from exertion, and pounded hard on the hard armrests of the seats.

There was a dull thud.

His eyes seemed to be bound by invisible chains, fixed firmly on Zhang Cheng who was not far away.

There was resentment and anger burning in those eyes, as if they wanted to turn all the resentment into a sharp blade to pierce this hopeless reality.

However, no matter how sharp the eyes are, they cannot penetrate the shackles of fate. They can only silently endure this thorny mockery.

Let it penetrate into your heart inch by inch, and swallow the bitterness and humiliation alone.

"Oh my god, when has our Xiaohan Republic ever suffered such a great humiliation?"

One person was filled with grief and indignation, unable to control himself, his voice was choked with sobs, tears welled up in his eyes, and finally slid down his cheeks uncontrollably.

"Woo woo, the great Xiaohan Republic now has to pay a 100 billion yuan compensation to the Dragon Country.

And I have to sacrifice two summoned warriors. This shame makes my teeth itch and my heart aches!"

"You bastard! This is all Kim Woo-jin's fault!"

Angry reproaches surged in like a tide, and every word was filled with gnashing hatred.

"If it weren't for his arrogance and blind self-confidence, our Xiaohan Republic would never have fallen into such a state!"

"Yes, Kim Woo-jin must take full responsibility for this. We trusted him so much.

We all regarded him as a pillar of the country, but he slapped everyone in the face with his incompetence, and we are extremely disappointed! "

Everyone was extremely emotional, and their words were full of accusations against Kim Woo-jin.

"What kind of quasi-SS-level summoned creature?

What about the "zombie army" that showed its might in Busan, what about the record of eight wins and two draws?

Jin Yuzhen, you are just trash, a waste!"

Angry voices rose one after another, and every word was like a sharp sword, trying to pierce Jin Yuzhen's heart.

"You can't even handle a little brat from Dragon Country, Jin Yuzhen, you might as well die.

At least that way you can still save some face and not let Xiaohan Republic be humiliated by your incompetence!"

Under the heavy pressure of compensation, everyone's emotions completely exploded, and they all directed their criticism at the former hero of the country.

"Yes, this 100 billion compensation should be borne by Jin Yuzhen alone!"

Just as the people of Xiaohan Republic were immersed in grief and indignation, the audience of Long Kingdom sneered with disdain.

"One hundred billion? I think you are so scared that your mind is not clear. We are talking about a full one hundred and fifty billion!"

This cold number was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the last bit of luck in the hearts of the audience of Xiaohan Republic of China.

They were left speechless and could only endure this cold reality silently.

According to the prior agreement, if Xiaohan Republic wins, Long Kingdom will release the two captives and pay 100 billion as compensation;

But the result was reversed, and the victory of the Dragon Kingdom forced the Xiaohan Republic to not only pay higher compensation but also face the trampling of its dignity.

"All of this was caused by Jin Yuzhen alone!

If it weren't for his blind confidence, we wouldn't have to pay a penny!"

Angry accusations were mixed with deep disappointment.

"You are a loser, unworthy of being a member of the Xiaohan Republic!"

The external ridicule is harsh, but the most painful thing is

But it was the humiliation and scolding from fellow countrymen.

Zhang Cheng looked on coldly, looking at Jin Yuzhen who was kneeling on the ground and being accused.

A cold smile quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth.