Island Master Ziyun, White Dragon, and the others, all sharp of mind, knew the opportunity was fleeting. They swiftly brandished their weapons, shouting fiercely as they charged into the throng of experts from the Divine King's Mansion below.
Most of these experts were heavily wounded from the previous battle, and several top fighters had been maimed or even fallen. Seeing Island Master Ziyun and the others rush in like hungry wolves, they were struck with terror, immediately turning to flee in all directions. They knew that as soon as the Alliance Leader struck down Ye Chen, he would return to deal with them, and with the Alliance Leader's might, slaughtering them would be effortless!
Until then, the only thing they could do was delay!
"Kill!"
"Wipe them all out!"
Island Master Ziyun, Xu Tianguo, White Dragon, and the others surged into the great army below, their eyes blazing with killing intent. Among them, Island Master Ziyun, the white-robed elder, and the other nine peak experts of the Divine Grade were the most terrifying; with flickers of movement, they cut down those calling themselves "Divine Kings" from the Divine King's Mansion!
Most of these individuals possessed physiques around level 4000 to 5000, making them as fragile as ants against Island Master Ziyun, whose physique approached 100,000!
In an instant, screams and shrieks erupted everywhere. Hundreds of experts from the Divine King's Mansion were scattered and pursued. Some who failed to evade in time were struck down by the fifty Divine Grade experts of the Xuanyuan Clan.
"You…" Zi Wan’s purple hair streamed wildly, her cold eyes brimming with icy killing intent as she descended slowly, fixing her gaze upon Togor in the center of the palace square. "Die!" With a flick of her delicate hand, a terrifying aura erupted from her fingers, coalescing into thousands of minute purple needles that shot out like lightning, enveloping Togor entirely.
Togor was utterly shocked, his eyes filled with horror. He had never imagined this delicate girl possessed such terrifying strength; the pressure emanating from her entire being surpassed even that of the Divine King's Mansion experts!
Swish, swish…
The myriad needles pierced Togor’s golden body until it was riddled with holes. He swallowed hard, his eyes wide, and collapsed, dead, consumed by unwillingness and shock.
On the other side.
Whoosh!
The young man wielding a purple saber radiated battle spirit as he lunged toward Yue Heng in mid-air. With a fierce roar, he swung his arm, transforming the purple saber into a thousand beams of light that sealed off every avenue around Yue Heng, forcing him to engage.
Yue Heng’s eyes flashed brightly. With a great shout, he swung his long staff, shattering the sky full of saber shadows. He pressed forward, engaging the purple-saber youth in a fierce battle.
In terms of physique…
The purple-saber youth held a slight edge over Yue Heng.
However, through a year and a half of secluded training in that sealed space within the ruins, Yue Heng’s battle techniques had become exceptionally potent. Though his raw strength was slightly inferior, his attacks were often cunning, allowing him to anticipate the opponent’s line of attack the moment they moved. This wealth of combat experience allowed him to fight the purple-saber youth to a standstill.
Just as large numbers of Divine King's Mansion experts were fleeing under the assault of the allies, a pillar of bloody light suddenly shot up from the east side of the palace, spreading across the sky to slowly form a blood-red cloud.
From within that blood cloud came a chilling, sinister cackle that made the scalp crawl.
Xu Tianguo turned his head, his expression immediately shifting, his voice laced with alarm. "The Blood Race!"
Hoo!
The blood cloud abruptly dispersed, revealing the figures within. Standing there were more than a dozen figures, eight feet tall, both male and female, with symmetrical builds and enchantingly beautiful faces. Each had exquisitely carved features, as if sculpted by a master artisan. They wore garishly red armor, and behind them, two pairs of blood-red wings fluttered slowly.
"Not good!" Xu Tianguo hastily retreated, flickering away. In a blink, he struck down two experts from the Divine King's Mansion and pulled back a hundred feet. His current strength, though somewhat less than White Dragon and the others, had reached level 6000. Combined with his innate combat talent, dealing with the Divine King's Mansion experts was not difficult.
"I didn't expect the Heavenly God Alliance to have Blood Race experts. They must have been captured from some ruins!" Xu Tianguo's thoughts raced. After so long, the Brightness Base City had excavated numerous ruins, learning the lore of the Blood Race through ancient records found there.
The history of the Blood Race was long and ancient.
They were one of the many races from the prehistoric Demon Realm civilization. In an ancient era, a civilization called the "Demon Realm" was established on Earth, thriving with countless races, of which the Blood Race was an insignificant one.
Later, during a catastrophe, the Demon Realm departed Earth, leaving the Blood Race behind. Through generations of breeding and evolution, they became servants, or even deities, to the newly rising civilizations. After the rise and fall of three or four civilizations, they finally formed a civilization of their own, named: the Blood God Civilization!
Legend held that the people of this civilization fed on drinking fresh blood, consuming the blood of various monsters. Through the organic matter within the blood, they strengthened themselves.
"Jie jie…" Among the dozen or so Blood Race members, the leader, an old man with sinister, bloodthirsty eyes, stared hungrily at White Dragon and the others, licking his lips. "Such delicious fresh blood. Tsk tsk, and a replication talent too. That’s one of the top three water-elemental talents, jie jie…" His eyes shifted, locking onto White Dragon.
White Dragon, receiving the enemy's brainwave transmission via the communicator on his arm and having it translated, heard the meaning of the words. His face turned cold. He held his long sword and pointed it diagonally from afar, stating coldly, "I advise you to stand aside obediently, or the consequences will be endless!"
"Is that so?" the sinister old man scoffed.
As the words fell, his figure abruptly shot forward, charging toward White Dragon. On his back, four pairs of wings were visible, clearly symbolizing that his strength had reached the demigod realm!
Demigod, Physique level 100,000!
Most terrifyingly, he commanded divine power!
A golden light erupted from his palm. With White Dragon’s physique, his vision blurred instantly, and the opponent appeared before him. Shocked, his eyes widened, and before he could even move, he was enveloped by the golden light, instantly annihilated into ashes!
An utter demise!
"A pity, wasting such flesh and blood." The sinister old man frowned. "So weak, unable to withstand even a single point of divine power."
Mo Feng, Zhuge Fan, and the others nearby were greatly alarmed to see White Dragon perish, yet they remained composed, their brows furrowed.
"Old man, open your dog eyes wider! Your old man is here!" A wildly arrogant voice rang out from behind Island Master Ziyun. As the words faded, a figure in white stepped out. Judging by his appearance, he was none other than White Dragon, who had just been reduced to ashes!
The sinister old man gasped in shock, then realization dawned. "I forgot, this person has a replication talent; he can use vital energy to replicate anyone. The aura appears identical unless vital energy is infused to probe internally, revealing the trick." He now understood that what he had just killed was merely a clone of White Dragon.
"Since he isn't dead, this old man shall kill him again!" The sinister old man’s mouth revealed a pair of sharp fangs, his expression turning somewhat violent. He tensed his body and lunged furiously toward White Dragon.
Island Master Ziyun had been on guard all along and quickly moved to shield White Dragon. His expression was grave, more so than ever before. Although he could track the opponent’s speed and movement technique with his sight, and knew the strength gap was not huge, the faint but pervasive majesty emanating from the opponent made him feel as if he were facing a colossal mountain, unable to draw a full breath.
"Die!" The sinister old man had witnessed Island Master Ziyun’s previous attacks and knew the man was extraordinary, so he immediately unleashed 10 points of divine power upon striking!
Bang!
A finger infused with immense divine power struck toward Island Master Ziyun’s chest, but it unexpectedly landed on a strip of white bandage. The old man paused slightly, looked up, and saw a youth suddenly appear before him—handsome, entirely wrapped in bandages, his eyes calm yet seeming to encompass the vastness of the universe, instilling a sense of being lost within them the longer one gazed.
"What!" After a moment of bewilderment, the sinister old man was violently shocked to find that the divine power within his body was being automatically drawn along his finger by the bandage. Once inside, it vanished like a stone sinking into the ocean, no longer traceable.
"Mmm, mmm…" The youth in white bandages nodded in satisfaction, muttering, "Not bad, but it’s a bit little. Give me more!" Saying this, he reached out to grab the sinister old man.
The sinister old man was a figure of consequence; seeing this, he immediately knew things were dire and retreated rapidly. To his horror, before he could even move, the seemingly slow-moving hand had already grasped his shoulder. As the palm settled, the divine power within his body flowed toward the opponent's hand like iron drawn to a magnet, vanishing without a trace.
He had commanded countless terrifying enemies on the battlefield throughout his life, yet he had never encountered anything this bizarre. His face drastically changed, and he struggled desperately.
"Behave," the youth in white bandages said flatly, but the voice exploded in the sinister old man's ears like a thunderclap, turning his face pale and nearly knocking him unconscious.
This youth in the white bandages was naturally Kaba!
As a Puppet Master, a master of the Quasi-God realm, although he had been suppressed for countless ages, severely depleting his power, he could reside his soul within a puppet, rendering him impervious to blades and spears, allowing him to exert formidable strength.
This puppet initially had almost no energy, only capable of barely exerting the strength of the demigod realm. However, its body was of the Quasi-God realm, so its resilience was unimaginable. Left here for the sinister old man to kill, it couldn't be damaged in the slightest. Seeing the opponent was a demigod expert now, Kaba’s eyes lit up like a starving dog spotting a bone, and he desperately began absorbing the divine power within the sinister old man to replenish himself.
"Release the Great Elder!"
"Bastard!"
Behind him, the dozen or so Blood Race experts roared and charged over.
Kaba glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly. "Just a bunch of little fellows in the Ghost God realm. What a waste…" Facing these dozen Blood Race experts, he paid them no mind, focusing instead on sucking the divine power from the sinister old man’s body.
Island Master Ziyun, Xu Tianguo, and the others nearby watched this scene in astonishment. They didn't know who this person was, but seeing he wasn't harming their side, they felt slightly relieved, though they dared not approach.
Swish! Swish!
The dozen Blood Race experts roared and attacked together. The myriad attacks stirred the surrounding energy, creating a furious tornado that caused Island Master Ziyun and the others to retreat rapidly in terror.
This combined strike, fueled by a dozen Ghost God realm experts, slammed into Kaba.
Boom!
A burst of shattering shockwave erupted!
"He’s dead, right!" one of the Blood Race experts let out a breath of relief, sneering viciously.
Everyone focused their gaze.
As the clouds and mist slowly dissipated, a blurry figure, faintly visible and flickering, slowly walked out with the gentle breeze. He muttered to himself, "Not bad. Devouring a demigod expert actually restored my energy from 5% to 10%. Jie jie…"