Perfect Counterattack (3)

The power of the eight major races exploded in Ouyang Huanyu's body. The destruction of his body urged the divine power and devil energy in his body to continuously repair his body. Mottled black and white spread throughout Ouyang Huanyu's body, tearing apart his handsome appearance bit by bit.

Ouyang Huanyu could no longer support himself as he fell to the ground. All his arrogance had disappeared.

Just like that, he crawled under Shen Yanxiao's feet and struggled in the midst of destruction and regeneration.

The vortex of power gradually faded. Shen Yanxiao looked at the alliance army standing outside the vortex and a smile finally rose on her cold face.

"Everyone, counterattack!" With a wave of her arm, Shen Yanxiao's voice was transmitted to every alliance army member.