When Moya entered his third form, he would basically lose his rationality. All that was left was his killing instinct, and he could only use his anger and hatred to support his basic actions. As for Leonis, he was stronger, so he was able to maintain sufficient lucidity in his third form.
However, after Leonis entered his fourth form, he was clearly unable to maintain his rationality. There was only killing intent and anger left in his eyes. There was only one enemy in his heart, and the other existences were like non-existent existences.
At this moment, he was no longer the king of the Transcendents, but an angry avenger!
Everything that stood in the way of his revenge would be destroyed, be it the cold buildings or the warm lives. Be it an alien race or a familiar member of his race, there was no difference!
The wall that separated him from the hateful human, as well as the audience stands that were connected to the wall, would be the same!
Leonis raised his foot and was prepared to land it, regardless of how many screams and wails there were at his feet.
The people in the northern audience stands could see a gigantic black shadow that nearly enveloped the sky when they looked up. The black haze that emanated emitted the stench of rotting corpses. The flesh at the bottom of the gigantic foot was squirming, with bubble-like pustules protruding and sinking in. The contours looked like faces without facial features.
It was disgusting and terrifying, but most of all, it was terrifying. This was because the gigantic black shadow was about to land on their heads. It was like a mountain smashing down from the sky!
Death was just a step away from them. The Transcendents found it unbelievable that their king would disregard the lives of his people, but the reality of death made them wail as they squeezed together in an attempt to escape!
However, the packed audience stands only had two exits. There would eventually be people who could not escape in time.
"No, my king, open your eyes and look at the people beneath your feet!"
"It's useless. Leonis has already gone mad. He only wants to kill that human. In his eyes, we are just a bunch of ants crawling on the ground!"
"If this continues, Transcendence will probably be destroyed by Leonis before that human dies!"
"Heavens, who can stop him? Where's the Bravehearts? Where's our Bravehearts!? "
At this moment, the Transcendents recalled their Bravehearts. Weren't Bravehearts the existences that stood forward to protect the city and their people when Transcendence was in danger?
However, when they looked at their hero with pleading gazes, they would sadly discover that Mo`at was already unconscious, while the other seven heroes were paralyzed on the other side of the spectator stands as if they had been scared silly.
Fairy tales were all lies. The brave would not step forward at the most dangerous moment, because compared to the lives of others, the brave cared more about their own lives!
At this moment, other than frantically fleeing and praying that Leonis would regain his rationality at the final moment, there was no other way.
Despair didn't necessarily mean that there was no hope. When hope was so slim that you didn't even have the courage to believe, it was also despair.
At this moment, the sky was shrouded in despair.
However, in the next moment, a golden light suddenly soared into the sky, piercing through the haze of despair.
"What's that?"
The Transcendents, who were destined to be unable to evacuate in time and could only hug their heads to await death, opened their eyes in shock and looked up.
On the other three sides of the spectator stands, the spectators who could only watch helplessly as the foot landed also widened their eyes.
It was a beautiful golden light that rose from the ground. It was like a huge golden sword that pierced through thousands of meters!
The golden sword's blade had stabbed into the gigantic bloody foot that was about to land on the spectator stands!
And at the end of the golden sword's hilt was the human youth with black and silver hair!
The youth held a normal-sized black sword in both hands. His body was enveloped in a faint golden glow, as though he was a god that had descended to the mortal world.
The black sword in the youth's hand was the gigantic golden sword's hilt!
Could the youth who had always been fighting with his fists be a swordsman?
What sword was this golden sword that pierced through the heavens?
Why would he use such a strike at this moment? Was it to save them, who had always looked down on humans?
At this moment, the Transcendents had all sorts of questions in their minds.
But the answer they wanted to know the most was …
Would this sword be able to block the Lion King's kick?
"Boom!"
An explosion resounded, and immediately following that, everyone saw an unbelievable scene.
The gigantic golden sword had penetrated Leonis's right foot. Leonis roared in pain as his massive body fell backwards, like a city wall that was hundreds of meters tall collapsing!
"Peng!"
A deafening crash resounded as Leonis collapsed to the ground. Countless buildings were crushed as the entire ground quaked. The spectator stands seemed to be bounced up as many people fell to the ground because they could not find their footing. However, they stood up as fast as they could and turned their heads in disbelief.
The black haze in the sky had disappeared, and in its place was a resplendent golden glow that resonated with the sun's rays.
This strike had slammed the gigantic Leonis to the ground!
This strike had saved the Transcendents who were about to be trampled to death by Leonis's foot!
"Roar!"
An angry roar suddenly surged into the sky!
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Leonis, who was in his fourth form, obviously would not be defeated so easily. The angry roar nearly ruptured their eardrums!
The ground quaked once again, more violently than before.
Leonis, who had fallen to the ground, was about to stand up again!
"Evacuate to the south."
A calm voice suddenly resounded, like a bell that had suddenly rung in the silent night.
The youth who said that had suddenly walked north with his sword in hand.
The people in the spectator stands were in a daze for a moment before they finally understood the meaning of the sentence.
Leonis, who had been knocked to the ground, would quickly stand up again. The northern side where Leonis was was like a dead zone from hell.
The youth, who was in the most danger, should have fled to the south, but at this moment, he was heading north with his sword in hand.
This was because he wanted to leave that safe spot for them!
"Why?"
Why was the person who nearly brought death not the infamous Infernal King, but Leonis, whom they regarded as their king?
Why was the person who stood forward to save them not their Bravehearts, but the humans whom they despised and mocked?
There was no greater irony in the world than this.
However, in the face of death, the proud Transcendents did not refute such sarcasm. Instead, they clamored to flee.
This strike had bought them enough time to escape!
But at this moment, the youth who was walking out of the arena with his sword suddenly staggered and nearly fell. He used his sword to support himself on the ground to stabilize his body!
The people who saw this scene focused their eyes and saw that the youth's face was so pale that it was nearly devoid of blood!
They suddenly realized something.
Every form of the Transcendents had a several-fold increase in strength. If Leonis was already so powerful in his third form, it was obvious how terrifying his fourth form was.
Then, how did the human manage to knock Leonis to the ground with a single strike?
He must have paid a certain price to use that strike!
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