Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

Chapter 234 The beast tide retreated! The Wuhun Empire won? ?

Even Xiong Jun and others were seriously injured. Xiong Jun's originally thick fur was soaked with blood. The originally soft and shiny fur was now tightly attached to his body, stuck into wisps by the blood, and his body was covered with wounds deep enough to see the bones.

Every wound seemed to tell of the brutality of the battle. Blood continued to flow out of the wounds, dripping onto the ground, dyeing the land red.

He was breathing heavily, and each breath seemed so heavy, as if he had used up all his strength, but his eyes were still firm and fierce, revealing an indomitable will, as if telling the enemy that he would never fall easily.

The clothes of the King of Ten Thousand Demons were torn to pieces. Only threads of his originally gorgeous clothes were left hanging on his body, fluttering in the wind.

There were many wounds on his body and blood was gushing out. The blood flowed down his body like a red stream and gathered into a pool at his feet. His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. His originally rosy lips had now become dry and white.

Brigitte's delicate body was shaky, as if a slight breeze would blow her down.

Her beautiful face had lost its former color and became pale and haggard. Her originally bright eyes now looked dull and lifeless. Blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth. The bright red blood dripped down her chin, leaving shocking marks on her clothes.

However, they still gritted their teeth and persisted, guarding the soul beasts behind them.

They have all reached their true limit!! Every breath and every movement is accompanied by great pain, but their figures are as firm as a mountain, and they have never retreated.

When the Angel God saw that his sword failed to kill the main force of the soul beasts, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and a moment of astonishment appeared on his handsome face.

Then he sighed helplessly, with a look of regret.

"Hmph, you are lucky."

He whispered to himself. The voice seemed to come from the distant sky, with endless majesty and indifference.

However, he only has the power of three swords, so he can't attack now, and he can't go to the mortal world next time. The rest of the things will be left to Qian Daoliu and the others!

After getting rid of the Son of Darkness, the only one left is the remnant of the Silver Dragon King! Her aura was exposed last time, right on Douluo Continent. Later, they will let the Spirit Hall solve this problem!

The soul beast tribe must not rise up! Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his powerful consciousness retreated like a tide.

Qian Daoliu, who was possessed by him, also woke up at this moment, but he was in a very bad condition. His eyes were confused and his consciousness was not yet fully awake, as if he had just escaped from a chaotic dream, but fell into another real nightmare.

His body was shaking involuntarily, not because of fear, but because of extreme weakness. He tried to stand firm, but found that his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he had no strength at all.

Qian Daoliu was breathing heavily, and every breath sounded like he was pulling an old bellows, making a rough and hoarse sound.

I just felt that every inch of muscle in my body was sore, and the pain was like countless small insects gnawing at my muscles, which was unbearable.

Every bone seemed to be falling apart, as if the body was no longer supported by solid bones but a pile of broken rubble.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, as if the vitality of life was being rapidly drained from his body. Beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and instantly blending into the dust.

He looked at the devastated battlefield around him, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

The blood all over the ground, the broken weapons, and the corpses lying all over the place shocked him immensely.

Everything that had just happened seemed like a nightmare to him, but his extreme weakness told him clearly that it was not an illusion.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu no longer had the strength to fight, and even standing was extremely difficult.

His body leaned forward slightly, with his hands hanging limply at his sides, as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

"Huff... Was it really the Angel God who possessed me just now? The God... in person..." Qian Daoliu was very excited. The Angel God was the belief of the Qian family for generations. At this moment, he felt that his death was worth it.

The light of excitement flickered in his tired eyes, like a candlelight in the darkness.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu also recalled that Qian Renshang seemed to have been killed. A twisted smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and he still felt very happy in his heart.

"As long as Qian Renshang is dead, everything will be worth it."

He thought to himself that the joy made him temporarily forget his extreme physical weakness and lifted his spirits for a moment.

At the same time, the beast tide began to slowly recede, like a tide.

The beasts, which were originally surging and aggressive, seemed to have lost their backbone and will to fight. They turned around and fled in the direction they came from.

The originally neat team became chaotic, and every soul beast was running desperately just to get away from the battlefield filled with the breath of death.

There were all kinds of soul beasts, some with deep scars on their bodies, with the skin and flesh turned inside out and bleeding; some were limping, and every step seemed so difficult, but they were running desperately.

The ground trembled slightly under their steps, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun, as if providing a layer of cover for their escape.

Although Xiong Jun and his companions were seriously injured, they still tried their best to maintain order and prevent the soul beasts from falling into greater chaos. They shouted loudly, their voices filled with fatigue and pain, but still firm and powerful.

Their eyes were filled with grief and resentment, but they also understood that it was futile to continue fighting at this moment.

The situation is not right, blind revenge will only lead to death! They are also afraid that the angel god will come back!

The entire battlefield gradually became quiet, leaving only blood and debris on the ground, witnessing the tragic battle that had just taken place.

The blood dyed the ground red, forming pools of blood; debris was scattered everywhere, including broken weapons, as well as limbs of soul beasts and humans, it was a shocking sight.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others quickly stepped forward and asked with ferocious expressions:

"Boss, do you want to chase them? This is a great opportunity to wipe out the beast tide."

Their eyes burned with vengeance, their voices urgent and angry.

"That bunch of beasts killed Qianjun, Jiangmo, Qingluan... Guangling, damn it!!!"

The Golden Crocodile Douluo really wanted revenge now and was extremely angry. His body was trembling slightly, his hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

Qian Daoliu also understood Golden Crocodile Douluo's feelings, but hesitated for a moment, glanced at the tired and injured figures of the crowd, and then looked at the beast tide receding like a tide in the distance.

Finally, he waved his hand and said:
"Forget it. Even if the beast tide is badly damaged, it is still beyond our current strength to defeat."

His voice was a little weak, but it was filled with unquestionable determination. The voice echoed in the empty battlefield, sounding particularly heavy.

When everyone heard this, although they were unwilling, they also understood that what Qian Daoliu said was true.

They lowered their heads and remained silent. The anger in their eyes gradually died down, replaced by helplessness and exhaustion.

(End of this chapter)