The Dragon Rider Commander activated his divine power, and the black patterns on the Sword of Misfortune became even deeper. Black spiderweb-like power spread out in all directions!
The entire world seemed to be enveloped by these black spiderwebs, forming a large black net!
Some of the Kunlun Race members could not dodge in time and were infected by these black spiderwebs. Their expressions instantly froze on their faces, and their life auras plummeted, dying in an instant!
Under the envelopment of these black spiderwebs, the Kunlun Race members fell down one after another.
Whether it was the Kunlun Race's powerhouses or Half-Martial Ancestors, as long as they were infected by these black spiderwebs, their bodies would be instantly covered with strange black patterns, and they would die on the spot.
Even their primordial spirit could not escape, dying with everlasting regret!
"This is the Web of Misfortune!"
Half-Martial Ancestor Dragon Rider slowly walked towards Su Zimo and the others, and coldly said, "You are all just prey in this Web of Misfortune. No one can escape the divine judgment of misfortune!"
Deep fear appeared in the eyes of the Kunlun Race members.
Even facing Half-Martial Ancestor Dragon Rider, these Kunlun Race members dared to fight him head-on.
But facing this Sword of Misfortune, this unknown and terrifying power, the Kunlun Race finally collapsed!
There was nothing that could block this Web of Misfortune.
When magic arts landed on it, they were silently swallowed up, not even causing a single ripple.
Even magic treasures that landed on this Web of Misfortune were dyed with black patterns, and were reduced to scrap!
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Kunlun Race members fell down forever, never to stand up again.
Su Zimo stood at the very front.
Black spiderwebs also landed on his Qinglian True Body.
A strange power flowed through the wounds and entered Qinglian True Body. Dark and cold, it destroyed the life force of Qinglian True Body!
If Qinglian True Body was in its peak state, perhaps it could block this Web of Misfortune.
But now, Qinglian True Body was already in tatters, and it could not block this strange power at all!
The most terrifying thing was that this was not the full power of the Sword of Misfortune!
To put it simply, the Web of Misfortune was nothing more than the aura emitted by the greatsword. It was like streams of sword Qi.
Even so, it was more than enough to wipe out the entire Kunlun Race!
If the Sword of Misfortune were to fall, who would be able to block it?
Even if Su Zimo was in his peak condition, he might not be able to withstand it!
The Sword of Misfortune, one of the Four Divine Artifacts.
He really didn't know what kind of methods the Godly continent used, and how much time it took to create such a dark and evil weapon!
Su Zimo had used these two ancient treasures to almost destroy the Protoss's two armies.
And now, the Protoss had unleashed one of their four divine weapons, the Sword of Misfortune, to bury Su Zimo, the Night Spirit, and the Kunlun Race!
"Retreat!"
Su Zimo growled.
"Zimo!"
"Young master!"
Extreme Fire and Nien Qi were greatly alarmed and wanted to go forward.
Night Spirit also struggled to stand up from the black dragon's corpse. He wanted to stand beside Su Zimo and resist the Sword of Misfortune together.
"All of you, retreat!"
Su Zimo turned around and shouted with a sharp gaze.
Extreme Fire and Nien Qi were slightly stunned.
They had never seen such a serious expression on Su Zimo's face.
"This sword is very terrifying. We can't block it!"
Su Zimo said in a deep voice, "Retreat to the Exquisite Secret Realm immediately and leave Kunlun Ruins!"
"Zimo, what about you?!"
Extreme Fire asked loudly.
"I can't leave anymore."
Su Zimo smiled bitterly.
At that moment, if not for the support of Qinglian in his consciousness, the dark and cold energy would have rushed into his consciousness and killed his Essence Spirit!
Night Spirit's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to charge forward, but he was surrounded by the Kunlun Race and retreated to the back of the canyon.
Night Spirit was already exhausted and his aura was weak. He struggled a few times but could not break free from the Kunlun Race's guards.
He could only watch as Su Zimo gradually disappeared into the distance in the canyon. A sense of helplessness surged in his heart.
"Roar! Roar! "
Night Spirit reared his head and roared into the skies. His voice was mournful and filled with endless sorrow, as though he was weeping.
Su Zimo's consciousness was gradually sinking and his vision was turning blurry.
He could vaguely see the Dragon Cavalry Commander approaching with the Sword of Misfortune in his hand.
The footsteps suddenly stopped in front of him!
"Fufu."
The Dragon Cavalry Commander sneered, "Ant, you're very strong to be able to last until now! However, you still have to die! It's your honor to die under the Sword of Misfortune! "
The Dragon Cavalry Commander raised the gigantic sword in his hand and aimed it at Su Zimo's chest, stabbing it viciously!
"Pfft!"
Blood spewed out!
The Sword of Misfortune pierced through Qinglian's true body instantly. The gigantic tip of the sword pierced through Su Zimo's back and blood dripped!
"Young Master!"
Nien Qi's expression was sorrowful as tears gushed out.
Extreme Fire's body trembled as well as he gripped his fists tightly with endless rage in his eyes!
The Net of Misfortune formed by the aura emitted by the Sword of Misfortune was already so terrifying that it could kill all Mighty Figures and Half-Martial Ancestors.
What realm would the power of the Sword of Misfortune reach?
Even Mahayana Patriarchs might not be able to survive against the Sword of Misfortune, let alone a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure like Su Zimo!
All of a sudden!
Extreme Fire's expression changed as he asked sternly, "What's that?"
He was not the only one. Nien Qi, Night Spirit and the other members of the Kunlun race sensed it as well.
In the direction of Su Zimo and the Dragon Cavalry Commander, an extremely vast power burst forth!
In the face of that power, everyone seemed incomparably insignificant, as though they could be engulfed and disappear at any moment!
That was not the power of the Sword of Misfortune.
The aura of that power was completely different from the Sword of Misfortune!
The moment that power appeared, the dark and cold Nets of Misfortune that filled the valley dissipated silently.
The power spiraled in the valley with Su Zimo and the Dragon Cavalry Commander as the center!
"I've got it!"
Extreme Fire said in a deep voice, "The power of the Sword of Misfortune has triggered the divine power forbidden zone of the Kunlun Ruins and triggered a divine power storm!"
By the time Extreme Fire said that, the divine power storm in the valley had already formed!
The figures of Su Zimo and the Dragon Cavalry Half-Martial Ancestor were faintly discernible in the divine power storm.
"Ah!"
Nien Qi exclaimed with a pale face as he muttered instinctively, "Divine power storm? Wouldn't young master be torn to pieces by the divine power storm? "
There were three types of divine power storms.
There was a minor divine power storm, a major divine power storm and a supreme divine power storm.
However, even a minor divine power storm was enough to tear some Mahayana Patriarchs apart, let alone Su Zimo who was at the Conjoint Body realm!
"Ah!"
Before Nian Qi's voice even fell, the dragon knight commander's miserable shriek of pain rang out!
Within the storm of divine abilities, the dragon rider commander's body began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye, bursting forth with boundless vitality!
The vitality was too immense and the Dragon Cavalry Commander's body could not accommodate it at all. It swelled and exploded, turning into a blood mist!
His Essence Spirit was also torn apart by the divine power storm and turned into dust – his body and spirit were destroyed!
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