The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

This demon looks extremely creepy.

He was roughly human-like, with limbs and a head, but his bluish-gray skin was covered with bloodshot eyes!

It also has a pair of huge, pointed horns that are tens of meters long on its head.

These two sharp horns can use magic, sometimes unleashing lightning to bombard all directions, sometimes lifting a piece of lunar soil and throwing it into space, and sometimes causing the earth to collapse thousands of meters.

The two-hundred-meter-long demonic blade in the demon god's hand was even more terrifying in power.

All attacks can be blocked by the Demon Blade, and each attack from the Demon Blade results in widespread annihilation.

The 100,000 soldiers of the Warriors Army and the Allied Forces were like leeks in front of him, easily harvested.

The crowd was crowded because everyone was focused on attacking the phantom.

The demon rushed into the crowd and swept through them, causing heavy casualties among the professionals.

They are losing staff at a rate of several thousand people per month.

"Mommy! Is this an enemy we can handle? I don't want to play anymore! I want to go home!!"

"This isn't a meat grinder, it's a juicer!"

"God, save me!!"

The five judges who arrived immediately launched an attack on the demon god.

With their combat power, they could indeed make the demon god stagger and struggle.

But this demon god seemed determined to annihilate all the professionals in the arena, ignoring the attacks of the divine transformation and only caring about killing.

As the demonic blade reaped lives, the judges noticed that a red light began to glow on it, growing brighter and brighter.

One of the judges, named Rulta, was the oldest of the five.

His expression changed drastically after he saw the red light.

"It's Blood Shadow Technique! We can't let him continue killing. Once he's fully gathered his blood energy, that one strike will be enough to cleave the moon in two!"

The young god may not know much about some of the secrets of life on dark stars.

As an early god, Rulta participated in some battles with the Dark Artifacts, so he has some knowledge of them.

Upon hearing this, the other deities stopped holding back and all took out their divine treasures to begin attaching them to the gods.

Originally, after the Illusionary Spirit Body activated the Myriad Gathering Demon and transformed into a Demon God, the combat power of this Demon God was at most that of a mid-stage Divine Transformation.

But just now he jumped into the crowd, went on a killing spree, and used his demonic blade to absorb too much blood from the dead, greatly strengthening the blade.

As a result, even now that the five gods have been transformed into gods, it's not easy to defeat him.

Nevertheless, the Five Gods' attack on the Demon God still bought the allied forces and warriors on the ground time to escape.

The mechanical legion of the celestial beings did not take the opportunity to escape.

Most of those fighter jets, mechs, and spaceships are unmanned.

Even if there is a pilot, they can launch an escape pod to escape, leaving the mech behind, and then activate intelligent mode or remotely control the battle.

Therefore, whether you run or not is not very meaningful.

Staying behind can also provide support for the top players.

That's the advantage of technology; you don't have to be on the battlefield.

From the start of the lunar crisis to now.

On the side of the celestial beings, there are both those who advocate returning to the homeland and those who advocate interstellar travel.

Their high-ranking military and political leaders have never even been to the moon.

Even the people in the sky are rarely seen; the one who appears most often is Miss Butterfly, the front-line base commander.

After all, their leadership is different from that of Earth's leadership.

The top echelons of Blue Star are themselves the ceiling of combat power.

The higher-ups in the heavens may just be ordinary people made of flesh and blood.

Tong Zhan activated his skills and sped away, glancing ahead at the third-tier professionals riding their mounts.

"I'm so envious of people who have mounts! Escaping must be so much fun!"

Longtan looked back with lingering fear.

"Luckily, we were far away from this great demon, otherwise we would be a pile of mud right now."

Gou Bi said worriedly.

"I told you the Dark Star people weren't so easy to defeat! I doubt even these few Divine Transformers can handle this fiend. Why don't we steal a few return ships from the base and make a run for it!"

Song Gua, or rather, the clone Song Gua, although he has undergone three transformations, also has a mount.

However, in order to impersonate a second-tier professional, they also rushed along with the army.

"If the crisis here can't be resolved, going back to Earth will only lead to certain death."

"Let's go to Mars then! We're all family anyway!"

Gou Bi's unique thinking drew unanimous praise from her teammates.

Just as everyone was fleeing for their lives, a cloud of dust billowed ahead, and a large group of figures were rapidly approaching.

It was none other than the bandits!

So many synthetic spirits, tens of thousands gathered here.

The bandits came smelling the scent.

"The bandits are here! Maybe there's still hope?"

"Damn, man, even if you're under the influence of magic, you can't let it cloud your judgment. If you can't handle five Divine Transformations, how can you possibly deal with a bunch of level 3 bandits?"

"No! I believe the bandits can handle it! They're just that unbelievable!"

The human army is retreating, while the bandit army is closing in.

The two groups of people brushed past each other, raising clouds of dust, and the bandits roared like a tidal wave.

"Oh—oh oh oh oh!! The bandits march! Nothing will survive!!"

"Oh la—oh la oh la oh la!"

"Marijuana thieves are here! Get out of the way!"

"Ha! So many synthetic spirits! If I can get my hands on them this time, won't I definitely get a place among the executives?"

"A cadre? If I had tens of thousands of spirit cores in my hands, I'd only ask one question: Old thief, why did you rebel?"

"Gigeis, stop bragging! This demon is really strong!"

Even if a 10,000-strong bandit army charged in, including the Twelve Heavenly Kings of the Bandits, they would be helpless against the Demon God.

The demon god's body seemed indestructible; no attack could leave a mark, at most causing him to stumble and fall.

Once the demon god makes a move, his two-hundred-meter-long demonic blade, heavy with blood-red light, can cleave the space itself with a single strike!

This was the first time the bandits had clearly seen something with destructive power capable of tearing through space!

No wonder even five judges couldn't handle it.

The Divine Transformation technique does not yet possess the combat power to easily destroy space.

Just when neither the gods nor the bandits could subdue the demon god, both in heaven and on earth.

Ninety thousand stepped forward.

"All that is past; to find truly remarkable figures, look to the present! Everyone step aside, let me have my turn!"

Ninety thousand, like a pagoda-bearing heavenly king, came carrying the dark scales.

"balanced--"

It can be started directly without the need for anyone else's cooperation.

Because the demon god is too big.

With so many people beating him up, his range of movement can't be that large.

If he can miss with that, he'll be ridiculed to death by the other bandits.

Balanced hit rate.

The demon god was clearly taken aback.

It actually spoke human language, but its voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like it had a mouthful of phlegm stuck in its throat.

"A supreme artifact? Why is it in your possession?"

Nine thousand was dumbfounded.

"Not working?"

The demon god raised his demonic blade and aimed it at 90,000.

"Speak! Where is the Lord?"

Ninety thousand turned around and ran away.

"Brothers, save me!"

The bandits in the vicinity scattered like birds and beasts.

"There's no way to salvage it."

"Prepare for the 92,000th generation."

"I wonder which unlucky guy will be pulled back to level zero by Blood Bro and replaced by 90,000."

Even before Jiuwan died, his clones were already making arrangements for his funeral.

They love each other so much.