The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

The atmosphere in the three realms was extremely depressing, and the howling wind swept across the earth, as if it was the prelude to the wail of heaven and earth. Above the sky, dark clouds piled up layer by layer, and electric snakes roamed freely among them, as if to open the curtain for the upcoming war.

On a vast wasteland, the two sides finally reached their final moment, and the battlefield suddenly erupted like a volcano. The light of immortal magic crisscrossed, like a brilliant galaxy falling to the earth, and every flash of light was accompanied by a loud noise of landslides and cracks, and the earth was torn into deep gullies, and soil and rocks flew everywhere.

The Taoist stood in mid-air, his black robe rustling and emitting a strange and powerful aura, as if he was a demon god returning from the Netherworld. His face was grim, and his eyes revealed endless contempt and murderous intent. Behind him, a group of minions, all with hideous faces and twisted bodies, emitting black mist, a symbol of being eroded by evil forces.

In contrast, there are elites from the three realms. They come from different races and have different looks, but at this moment, every pair of eyes is burning with a determined flame. Meizi is lithe, holding a crystal clear sword, with a soft glow on the sword body, which is in sharp contrast to the cold aura emanating from her body. Her long hair flutters in the wind, like a black lotus blooming in the flames of war. Ye Chen is as tall as a pine tree, with his fists clenched, and veins on his fists bulging, as if containing the power to split mountains and rocks. His eyes are like torches, staring closely at the enemy in front of him, not letting go of any movement.

With a roar that shook the earth, the fierce battle officially broke out. Meiko took the lead, tapping the air with her toes and rushing towards the enemy formation like a stream of light. With a wave of the long sword in her hand, a crescent-shaped sword energy flew out of the sword, and wherever it went, the space was shaken. Several minions of the enemy were unable to dodge and were instantly cut into two by the sword energy. Black blood sprayed out, and was evaporated by the light of the fairy magic before it hit the ground.

However, Daoxian just snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved it, and a black light curtain instantly formed in front of the minions, blocking all the subsequent attacks of Meizi. The black light curtain was like a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing all the forces that approached, and there was a faint backlash force surging. Seeing this, Meizi hurriedly withdrew.

Seeing Meizi blocked, Ye Chen shouted loudly, and rushed forward like a ghost. He circulated the spiritual power in his body, and a blazing fire ignited on his fists. This fire was not an ordinary fire, but the Samadhi True Fire that he had condensed after years of practice. The temperature was extremely high, enough to burn everything in the world. Ye Chen's fists with flames hit the black light curtain heavily. There was only a dull loud noise, and the black light curtain trembled violently, rippling layer by layer, and there were some signs of breaking.

The Taoist's face darkened, and his eyes were colder. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. In an instant, countless black lightnings descended from the sky. These lightnings were like dragons, and they struck towards Ye Chen with the power to destroy everything. Ye Chen couldn't dodge in time, so he could only bite the bullet and block with his fists. The moment the lightning struck him, sparks flew everywhere, and his body was hit by the strong current and retreated repeatedly, his clothes were torn, and there were charred scars on his skin.

But Ye Chen would never give up easily. He endured the pain and stomped his feet on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. With the help of the reaction force, he rushed towards the Taoist again. At the same time, the elites of the three realms also used all their skills, and various immortal methods and magic weapons were used. For a time, the light on the battlefield was extremely bright, and the colorful lights intertwined and collided with each other, and the roar was endless.

Some immortals sacrificed their magic weapon, the Qiankun Ding, and the mouth of the cauldron opened wide, releasing a powerful suction force that sucked the approaching enemy minions into it, and bursts of shrill screams came from the cauldron; some used the art of controlling water to summon a rushing river out of thin air, and the river water rushed towards the enemy like a sharp blade, washing the ground into holes wherever it passed; others were good at sonic skills, and emitted high-pitched and sharp whistles from their mouths. The sound waves were like materialized blades, cutting the air, giving the enemy minions splitting headaches and hindering their movements.

The minions of the Taoist were not to be outdone, and they displayed all kinds of strange and evil skills. Some of them suddenly expanded several times, their muscles were as hard as rocks, and they swung their huge fists to smash everyone; some of them spewed green poisonous mist from their mouths, and wherever the poisonous mist spread, the flowers and plants withered instantly. The elites of the three realms felt that their spiritual power was not flowing smoothly and they felt dizzy after inhaling a little; others could control shadows, hiding in the darkness, and sneaking out from time to time, making it difficult to defend against.

After Miko stabilized herself in the air, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and held the sword in front of her chest, the sword humming. After a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes shone brightly, and she entered an ethereal fighting state. Her figure floated like a dancing fairy, but every swing of the sword was accompanied by deadly murderous intent.

She stabbed several times with her sword, seemingly random and disorderly, but in fact, it contained the exquisite swordsmanship. The swords came out like stars and flowers blooming, covering the entire area in front. The Taoist's minions stared with horror, trying to dodge but found that there was no way to escape. They were instantly pierced through the body by the sword rain and turned into a blood mist that dissipated in the air.

Ye Chen also fought with Daoxian at this time. With his tenacious willpower and super physical fitness, Ye Chen dodged Daoxian's fierce killing moves again and again. He seized the opportunity, pounced on Daoxian, and hugged Daoxian's waist, trying to restrict his movements and give his teammates behind him a chance to deliver a fatal blow. Daoxian was furious. He struggled hard, and his elbows kept hitting Ye Chen's back. Every time he hit, Ye Chen groaned and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but Ye Chen refused to let go.

The three worlds elites behind saw this scene, their morale was boosted, and all kinds of powerful attacks were launched more intensively towards Daoxian. However, Daoxian was extraordinary after all, he shouted suddenly, and a powerful force burst out from his body, knocking Ye Chen away, and at the same time, his hands danced quickly, forming a huge defensive vortex in front of him, which swept all the attacking immortal methods and magic weapons into it and dissolved them into nothingness.

The fierce battle was still going on, and the battlefield was already in a mess. The ground was pitted by various forces, and the original wasteland was now full of gullies and corpses. The blood gathered into a river, flowing in the low-lying areas, emitting a pungent smell. But both sides were blood-thirsty, and no one had the intention of retreating. Everyone knew that this battle was about the survival of the three realms, and only by fighting to the death could they protect their homes and loved ones.

After taking a breath, Meizi and Ye Chen looked at each other again, nodded, and rushed towards Daoxian without hesitation. Behind them was a group of elites from the Three Realms who were equally passionate and ready to die. This fierce battle was destined to leave a strong mark in the history of the Three Realms. However, which side would the balance of victory tilt towards...