Chapter 1288: Power of the true god

The Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace, Jian Ming, squinted his eyes, and thought to himself, with murderous intent on his face...
"Anyway, that Fang Fan can't escape..."
"Let these idiots be cannon fodder, when Fang Fan runs out of trump cards, this is my chance to kill him completely!"
Jian Ming thought this in his heart, and immediately led the cultivators from the Heavenly Sword Palace to leave the battle.
There are not a few forces holding such thoughts...
...
Ten Thousand Demons Alliance...
"Master Saint, what are we going to do now? Should we continue to fight to the end?"
A cultivator in the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance said nervously, cold sweat madly showing on his forehead.
If you look closely, the left arm of the cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance has been cut off, and the incision is completely dark...
Previously, a drop of black rain was accidentally contaminated on his arm, and then the drop of black rain exploded, causing his entire arm to be destroyed. At a critical moment, he chose to cut off his arm and barely saved his life.
"Fight...no...no..."
"The people from the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance and the Earth Shazong have already gone to the Nether Sacred Flame. We will only be wasted our combat power in vain if we stay here... In the end the gain is not worth the loss!
"Call... All the cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, follow me to evacuate! Head towards the center of the Chentian battlefield! Kill the gods and seize the Nether Sacred Flame!"
Tianhu Meier, the saint of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, glanced around the surrounding area, and then fled frantically.
In the distance, Chen Tianshi, the princess of the Chentian clan, who is leading a small group of Chentian clan elites towards Fang Fan’s position, can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief...
Just now she saw that all the forces were targeting Fang Fan, so she was naturally unwilling to stand by, so she wanted to lead the Chentian Clan cultivators to help.
It's a pity...in the end, less than one-third of Chentian Clan cultivators are willing to follow her...
Most of the rest fell directly to Chen Tiange, the son of the Chentian clan's great worship...
"Fang Fan is safe, everything is fine..."
"It doesn't matter if the cultivator of the Chentian clan is unwilling to follow me to help, it's just that the prestige of the son of the great worship, Chen Tiange, is so strong..."
"My father asked me to beware of the big offerings before. I didn't take it seriously before. I didn't expect the big offerings to penetrate the family to such a degree!"
Chen Tianshi squinted her eyes, thought to herself, her face couldn't help showing a thoughtful look.
...
Sikong Yuxin, the goddess of the Chamber of Commerce, who was heading to the center of the Chentian battlefield, turned her head to look at the dark rain, her face could not help showing a look of astonishment.
"Why... why do I feel some true god's power... this is indeed the dark true god's power, and the divine power quality is not low..."
Sikong Yuxin squinted her eyes, the color of astonishment on her face became more and more.
"Who is he..."
"I won't talk about my own mystery, but the guards under his command still have supernatural power?"
"Recall that when he used to fight against the Emperor's Heavenly Tribulation, it seems that a true secretly made a move..."
"Is he the reincarnation of a fallen god?"
"The reason why I have fallen to this point is just because the divine nature has not been fully aroused?"
"Although it seems incredible, it seems that it can only be interpreted in this way now."
The goddess Sikong Yuxin lowered her head silently, her eyes flickered...
"It looks like I have to find an opportunity to test it out."
Sikong Yuxin thought to himself.