Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 1347 - 1347 517 Descending onto the Battlefield

Chapter 1347: Chapter 517: Descending onto the Battlefield, Eighteen Planes (Fourth Update) Chapter 1347: Chapter 517: Descending onto the Battlefield, Eighteen Planes (Fourth Update) At the sa ti, high above in the sky, thousands of Divine Phoenix Warriors with golden wings ford battle arrays, surrounded by dozens of similar Divine Texts.

These similar Divine Text combinations ford red arrays covering tens of kiloters, each burst unleashing a wide-ranging strike that spanned tens of kiloters.

teoric flas rained down from the heavens, churning the dark demon clouds below and turning countless demonized aliens into ash.

While the Silver Wing Soldiers engaged in close combat and the Divine Phoenix Warriors supported from a distance, elite squads of ten to a hundred, flapping white light wings, divided the battlefield.

Composed of the Heavenly Feather Lineage’s strongn, these squads specialized in hunting the formidable Purgatory True Demons, their battle swords burning with white flas, slashing out sword lights hundreds of ters long.

These white-flad sword lights possessed a strong restraining power against Purgatory Demonic Air, tearing apart the domains and Protective Body Demon Shields of the Purgatory True Demons beneath them.

Moreover, once wounded by those sword lights, the wounds would burn with white fla until the True Demons burned to ash in desperate screams.

More than a million Heavenly Feather elites, relying on the Floating Fortresses, clashed with the countless Purgatory True Demons and Demonized Alien Army; the battlefield spanned tens of thousands of kiloters.

The entire plane was almost split in two, the sky above painted by golden light as innurable figures with light wings fluttered like angels, exuding a holy and powerful aura.

Beneath, dark clouds billowed, and nurous demonized aliens, like demons, charged out in a stunning scene.

However, the most intense battle was of the Mythical level.

Twelve Mythical Powerhouses with pairs of white, golden, and silver wings and seventeen demon kings engaged in battle across twelve battlefields.

With the speed of movent and the scale of combat of the Mythical Powerhouses, Floating Islands exploded into golden and black light as they passed, shaking space itself.

Occasionally, a sword light or black spear shadow extending for kiloters would explode, turning hundreds or thousands of Divine Phoenix Warriors and Purgatory True Demons into ash.

Unlike the Human Race’s Frontline Battlefield where the forces were evenly matched, these demon kings and Heavenly Feather Gods didn’t care if their surrounding soldiers were affected during their fierce battles.

Or perhaps, this was precisely the result the demon kings desired.

With the nurical advantage, it only took one demon king to restrain an opponent for a mont to inflict devastating attacks on the surrounding Heavenly Feather Soldiers.

Under the trendous power of the laws, each strike cleared out kiloters, especially the Divine Phoenix battle arrays launching long-range attacks with Divine Text, which were wiped out one by one by the demon kings.

This scene filled the Heavenly Feather Gods with fury.

“Outnumbered, all should consolidate towards the Floating Fortresses and rely on the Divine Leaf Shield to resist the demon kings’ attacks.”

Boom!

As the Mythical stage Heavenly Feather Strongman had just finished speaking, he was struck by two demon kings materializing hundreds of ters tall True Bodies and slamd into an island with a diater of tens of kiloters.

Instantly, the island exploded into pieces, and an even more horrific battle broke out.

Apart from the great war affecting half the plane, at the plane’s edge, a Main God of the Heavenly Feather with three pairs of white light wings was locked in fierce combat with two Great Demon Kings, causing heaven and earth to shatter.

This Heavenly Feather Main God was incredibly powerful, holding his own against two, but the two Eight-ard True Demons he faced were indifferent, showing no sign of urgency.

Boom! Two dark Demon Realms spanning tens of kiloters and a white Divine Realm resembling a sun with a diater of a hundred kiloters intersected, like three worlds colliding, causing a thunderous rumble.

The fearso laws burst forth causing space to shatter as three figures exchanged thousands of lightning-fast blows, eventually forcing each other hundreds of kiloters apart.

At the burning heart of the dark red laws world, a Great Demon King a kiloter tall with three pairs of red demon horns stood, exuding the terrifying pressure of a late stage Great Demon King, turning half the sky dark.

Looking at the Main God of the Heavenly Feather, Hexagonal Great Demon King said in a deep voice, “Anstice, stop your futile resistance, the demise of your Heavenly Feather Tribe has been destined.”

“With your talent, it’s a sha to fall like this. Our king has said, if you are willing to join our clan, you can be granted the blood of the Ancestor for rebirth.”

At the center of the laws world filled with dancing white feathers, an eight-hundred-ter-tall figure stood firm, with three pairs of dazzling white light wings.

Opposite the True Body of the Great Demon King, however, this figure was sowhat transparent, with a blonde girl around one ter eighty tall, clad in exquisite white battle armor and wielding a sword at the heart’s position.

The blonde girl spread her three pairs of white light wings, with a white halo suspended above her head, her tall figure and flawless face like a legendary Seraph.

Facing two late-stage Great Demon Kings with the aura of an early stage Heavenly King, the blonde girl was even more dominant, her gaze cold, “Rather than surrender, I’m more interested in exterminating your Purgatory Demon Race.”

“Courting death, choosing punishnt over toast,” the two Great Demon Kings’ gazes turned cold.

Had it not been for the Demon God’s orders to capture this Main God of the Heavenly Feather alive if possible, they would have burned their Origin for a decisive battle, even if it ant taking heavy injuries.

But as the two Great Demon Kings prepared to continue their assault, the void above the Firmant shattered, four golden beams descended from the sky.

Within those earthshaking golden beams, four black Battleships each several kiloters long appeared, floating above the battlefield at an altitude of three thousand kiloters.