At this time, in the battlefield of three people.

A radiant glow that was extremely bright suddenly lit up.

The vast and deep breath swept across the nine heavens and permeated the eight deserts.

The crazily soaring realm aura crushed thousands of miles of sky and crushed endless territories.

The waves of air, like the abyss like the sea, gushed out of Zhao Yu's body continuously.

At this time, Zhao Yu's breath of life was extremely weak, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

The whole person shrank a circle and turned into skin and bones.

"Is this the power of sacrifice?"

Zhao Yu's somewhat hoarse voice sounded slowly.

At this time, his soaring aura also restrained, and his whole person looked ordinary.

It's like a weak and dying person.

Looking at Zhao Yu whose life was about to be exhausted, the pupils of Wang Mang's avatar contracted for a while.

At this time, Zhao Yu just stood in the air, which made him feel an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The frantic alarm bells ringing in his heart kept stimulating his nerves.

Great fear, invincible!

There is only half a stick of incense left in the constant time body, and there is not much time left for him.

Just when the avatar Wang Mang was dreaming, an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Then he saw a withered palm getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

boom!

A muffled sound sounded, and Zhao Yu grabbed the clone Wang Mang's head with one hand.

This moment happened in an instant, so fast that the avatar Wang Mang had no time to react.

"My time is running out, let's see who dies first!"

Zhao Yu's deep and hoarse voice slowly reached the clone Wang Mang's ears.

boom!

As soon as the words fell, Wang Mang's head was crushed instantly.

The next moment, billions of thin threads of time reappeared and slowly intertwined to form Wang Mang's body.

Looking at Wang Mang, the avatar who was resurrected again, Zhao Yu's withered face was very calm.

"Hehe, I don't believe that such power has no limit!"

In an instant, his figure reappeared next to the newly revived clone Wang Mang.

Before the avatar Wang Mang regained consciousness, his newly restored body was shattered again.

boom! boom! boom…

All of a sudden, the clone Wang Mang's body began to collapse and recover continuously.

Over and over again, the avatar Wang Mang has been killed dozens of times.

Zhao Yu's torrential pear blossom attacks continuously enveloped Wang Mang.

In an instant, Wang Mang's body was crushed to pieces.

In this way, the time for half a stick of incense has passed.

Finally, after Zhao Yu killed the avatar Wang Mang for the nth time, the thin line of time that filled the surroundings disappeared.

Then disappeared the phantom of the clock standing in the void.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Yu also stopped attacking.

"do you died?"

There was a trace of doubt on Zhao Yu's withered face.

After perceiving around for a while, he was relieved after confirming that there was no breath of life from Wang Mang.

The next moment, his realm breath began to fall crazily.

At this time, Wang Jian, who was watching the battle dumbfounded, appeared.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay?"

Looking at Zhao Yu's trembling torso, he quickly reached out to support Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu glanced at Wang Jian, but his eyes became brighter without saying a word.

After killing Wang Mang, the smog that filled his heart disappeared.

The improvement of his state of mind made him realize all of a sudden.

Now he is only one retreat away from the Eternal Realm Second Heaven.

It's just that his current life span is only half a month.

But it is said that one foot has stepped into the gate of hell, and the other foot has stepped into the threshold of the second heaven of eternal realm.

Life and death depend on half a month!

"Brother Wang, I need to retreat now."