In the fierce battle, Zhao Zilong discovered that although Liu San's attacks were powerful,
However, due to the excessive consumption of divine power, his defense had already shown a slight flaw.
The tree roots wrapped around him, under the continuous attack of the Flame arrows,
Burn marks began to appear. Zhao Zilong seized the opportunity...
His body suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Liu San like a shooting star.
He unleashed the third strike of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear— " Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens."
In an instant, a gigantic Fire Phoenix appeared in the sky.
The Fire Phoenix was incredibly lifelike, its entire body engulfed in raging flames.
Its wingspan is tens of feet long, blotting out the sky and the sun.
The fire Feng Wu danced, exuding boundless majesty and Power of Destruction.
It swooped down towards Liu San. Wherever it passed,
The air was completely ignited, creating a long trail of Flame.
Everything in the passage was burned to ashes.
Liu San felt this powerful force rushing towards him.
He was greatly alarmed.
He desperately gathered his remaining divine power, trying to withstand this fatal blow.
He planted his spear in the ground and formed a hand seal.
He shouted, " Ten Thousand Trees Tower to the Heavens!"
In an instant, the giant green tree rose from the ground.
The trunk became thicker and the branches and leaves became more lush.
At the top of the giant tree, a huge green shield formed.
Runes flickered on the shield, radiating powerful magical energy.
The Fire Phoenix and the green shield collided violently.
A deafening roar erupted. The sound was like thunder.
The sound echoed throughout the battlefield, sending shivers down the spines of every soldier engaged in battle.
The energy shockwave generated by the collision spreads outwards in a circular pattern.
Wherever they went, whether Human Race or Tree Clan soldiers,
They were all blasted away by this powerful force, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
At the center of the energy, both Zhao Zilong and Liu San were forced to retreat repeatedly by the powerful reaction force.
Although Zhao Zilong managed to steady himself thanks to his superior strength and exquisite spear skills,
But I also felt a surge of blood and energy.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the injuries within his body.
He gripped his spear tightly again, preparing to launch the next attack.
Liu San was in a much worse state; his face was as pale as paper.
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
The giant green tree had been riddled with holes by the Fire Phoenix's attack.
Precariously on the verge of collapse.
He knew clearly in his heart that the gap in strength between himself and Zhao Zilong was gradually becoming apparent.
If the fight continues, defeat is inevitable.
But as a member of the Myriad Races Allied Army, how could he easily back down?
Just as Liu San hesitated,
The other powerful members of the Myriad Races Allied Army noticed the crisis here.
They rushed to provide assistance.
Among them was a Elf Race who was skilled in manipulating wind-elemental divine power.
He moved with graceful ease and was extremely fast.
He waved his hands, and the surrounding air began to move violently.
This created a series of powerful tornadoes.
These tornadoes swept towards Zhao Zilong.
The wind carries sharp Wind Blade that can easily cut through anything that blocks their path.
At the same time, a burly Beast Race warrior also joined the battle.
He held a massive battle axe, its blade gleaming with Xue Hong light.
He roared, raised his battle axe high, and brought it down fiercely on Zhao Zilong.
The force of that axe blow was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
The immense power, accompanied by a whistling wind, sent chills down one's spine.
Zhao Zilong remained completely calm in the face of this sudden attack.
He calmly observed the enemy's attack, searching for any openings.
He first flicked his spear, creating a dense curtain of spears in front of him.
It withstood the attacks of the Wind Blade within the tornado.
Then, he flashed away, dodging the Beast Race's battle axe attack.
He displayed exquisite agility, moving freely through the enemy's encirclement.
They were looking for an opportunity to retaliate.
Just then, the Star Sword Master from the Human Race made his move again.
He Jian Yi,
A dazzling sword Sword Qi of starlight slashed towards the Elf Race powerhouse.
This Sword Qi contains the Power of the Stars; it is extremely fast and powerful.
The Elf Race sensed the danger behind them.
He had to divert some of his divine power to resist the starlight Sword Qi.
He moved his hands, manipulating the tornado to change direction.
They charged towards the starlight Sword Qi.
The tornado and the starlight Sword Qi collided, emitting a dazzling light.
Within the light, energy fluctuations were intense.
It ionized the surrounding air, turning it into a dazzling mist of light.
In the midst of the chaos, Zhao Zilong spotted the opening left by the Beast Race's attack.
He leaped into the air and unleashed the strongest move of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear to the Phoenix Spear Technique—" Phoenix Nirvana ".
In the sky, the enormous Fire Phoenix reappeared.
But this time, the Flame burning on its body were no longer ordinary Flame.
Rather, it is a Fire of Nirvana containing the power of Destruction and rebirth.
The Fire Phoenix let out a long, earth-shattering cry.
Then it swooped down towards the Beast Race warrior.
Wherever it passed, space itself was distorted by this powerful force.
It formed black vortexes.
The Beast Race warriors felt this powerful force rushing towards them.
My heart was filled with fear.
He tried to dodge, but it was too late.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth, raise his battle axe, and try to block the Fire Phoenix's attack.
However, his resistance seemed so futile in the face of the Fire of Nirvana.
The Fire Phoenix easily broke through his defenses.
He was completely engulfed in Flame.
The Beast Race warrior let out a painful scream amidst the Flame.
His body was swiftly consumed by the Fire of Nirvana and turned to ashes.
The aftershocks of that powerful force continued to spread outwards.
The soldiers of the Myriad Races Allied Army who came to provide support were all blasted away, suffering heavy casualties.
Seeing this scene, Liu San felt utterly hopeless.
He knew he had no chance of winning today.
He looked at Zhao Zilong, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.
But he also knew that his life was about to end.
He slowly closed his eyes, awaiting Zhao Zilong's final blow.
Zhao Zilong looked at Liu San without feeling the slightest pity.
In this war between races, it's either you die or I die.
He raised his spear, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Liu San.
Just then, a melodious horn sound suddenly rang out from the sky.
The sound of the horn seemed to possess a magical power.
This caused both sides in the midst of battle to involuntarily stop.
Everyone looked up and saw a huge fleet appear in the sky.
These warships had unique shapes and emanated powerful divine energy.
At the bow of the fleet stood an elderly man dressed in a magnificent robe.
His gaze was deep, revealing a sense of authority and wisdom.
He gazed at the battlefield below and slowly began to speak:
"The war between the Myriad Races and the Human Race cannot be resolved by killing alone."
Today, I stand as Peace Envoy.
We hope that both sides can temporarily lay down their arms and engage in peace talks.
Zhao Zilong, Liu San, and the others were all stunned.
They didn't know the old man's identity, nor whether his talk of peace negotiations was credible.
But faced with this powerful fleet, they dared not make any rash moves.
The entire battlefield fell silent, everyone waiting to see what the other side would say next.