Chapter 690 (1/2)

On the sky, the thunder came. The blue sky, which used to be sunny and cloudy, had become overcast in an instant.

The dark clouds, black to the battlefield light is blocked up, a purple thunder snake, constantly across the sky, providing a moment of light.

It's a strange phenomenon caused by the fighting between the emperor level strong, and it's also a sign of the anger of the world's will.

Although she can't interfere in anything in the world, she can't bear to watch her people die and die.

Black monster hateful, must die!

The dark clouds are more and more dense, the sky is more and more dark, the breath of the six emperors has disappeared.

Above the sky, three small figures, and three giant monsters as big as mountains, have disappeared.

They went to another place where they could give full play to their strength. The three emperors didn't want to destroy it.

The strength of a strong emperor. In theory, it has broken through the limitation of the law. Even if the main god of the system is here, I'm afraid it will have to suppress the powerful aftershocks released by the emperor level strong. There are also some troubles.

After all, these planes are not created by it. It has no control over them. Moreover, although this plane looks stable, it is very likely that it will collapse directly because it can not bear too much pressure.

Therefore, the three emperors who did not want to hurt the tribal soldiers and the ancient tree of life by mistake chose to fight in the void.

There, everywhere is a barren, vast space, is a great battlefield.

The emperor level strong people have been able to adapt to the environment there. It is absolutely not difficult for them to survive.

As soon as the three great emperors left, the three black monsters left here.

They also don't want to destroy the ancient tree of life. They haven't got the heart of life yet!

How can you destroy this place with your own hands! So. They went out, too.

After the breath of Liugu emperor disappeared, both tribal soldiers and black monsters fell into a temporary state of muddle.

What's the matter? My boss is gone.

Now it seems that this kind of muddled stage is obviously more serious on the side of black monsters. After all, their thinking is too limited.

On the side of tribal soldiers, there are already God level strongmen coming out to Abbot the order.

The patron saint of green dragon, together with these other powerful deities with high prestige, reorganizes their tribal soldiers, and then looks up to the distant sky.