Wang Zhong brought Grai, Napier Mo, Mario, and the others out one after another. Ordinary mercenaries didn't feel anything and only saw some young people. What kind of combat power could they have?
Moyus's eyes flickered. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
As a top expert at the peak of the Heroic Soul Stage, Moyus was also a well-known representative in Tutankhamun. He was very knowledgeable and had heard of and even experienced many things that few people knew of.
In front of him, if he wasn't wrong, this spatial portal should be exclusive to a place called the Holy Land in the Dimensional World.
Moyus's expression became solemn. He stared closely at the young people coming out of that portal one after another. If he knew that this force was backed by people from the Holy Land, he would definitely advise the feudal lord to give up. Before he entered the Heavenly Soul Stage, he really didn't want to provoke such a place.
Everyone knew that the Federation was very powerful, but very few people knew why the Federation was so powerful.
The 10 Great Families? The Federation Army? The so-called industrial products produced by the so-called old civilization?
None of them! Very few people from the Empire could tell the real reason, but Moyus knew the true strength of the Federation and the truth that the Empire was truly afraid of.
The Holy Land, the human fortress in the Dimensional World, the city of God where Heavenly Soul Stage could be found everywhere and Heroic Soul Stage could be found like weeds.
How terrifying was the Holy Land?
Moyus only knew one thing. In the Empire, there was once a Heavenly Soul Stage master who wanted to overthrow the influence of the 10 Great Families in the Empire and wanted Tutankhamun to break away from the influence of the Federation. As a Heavenly Soul who had broken through the bottleneck, he indeed had this pride.
He was just about to succeed. The Federation did not seem to be able to deal with him, as most of the Federation members were Heavenly Souls who had failed to overcome their Heavenly Tribulations. However, just as he was about to achieve victory, a spatial door opened in the sky. Three experts at the peak of the Heavenly Soul Stage walked out from the light. The insufferably arrogant Tutankhamun was chained up like a dog and brought into the Dimensional World …
He never came back.
The Holy Land needed the Federation to have the ruling position on Earth. Therefore, the Federation was invincible and undefeatable.
From that moment onwards, Tutankhamun had completely become a vassal of the Federation. This was the reason why Tutankhamun had always been so cowardly. It wasn't because the royal family here had no ambition, but because they had chosen to survive in the face of an unknown and terrifying power.
However, an existence like Moyus was full of ambition for the Holy Land. He did not want to provoke them, but if they really came, he was not afraid of trouble. He could use these people from the Holy Land to practice his skills. If they were really that strong, he would have run away long ago.
In a flash, Moyus grabbed Sister Hong and returned to Caslort's side. "My Lord, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this matter. These people should have come from that place. This woman …"
Caslort's expression was also very ugly. What the f * ck! He wasn't an ignorant person. As an aristocrat of a great feudal lord, he was qualified to know some of the secrets of the Holy Land. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he stared at Wang Zhong and the others who had descended from the portal. He cursed rudely, "Damn it, how could they have set their eyes on this place? How is that possible in a small place like Katchirda? "
"My lord?"
Caslort suddenly raised his head and glared at Moyus fiercely. "Kill them all! As long as you kill them all, even the Holy Land might not know about it! Moyus, tell me that you can do it. Kill them all! I'm willing to pay any price. Don't you want that Golden Stone Slab? As long as you can do it, the Golden Stone Slab is yours! "
Moyus' gaze became extremely dangerous. Then, he took a deep breath and said in a deep and decisive tone, "Yes, my lord. I can do it. Please leave for a while."
"My army will assist you, Moyus. I will bring the Golden Stone Slab and wait for the news of your victory in the castle." Caslort knew what Moyus meant. After he finished speaking, Caslort decisively retreated with his personal guards.
Looking at Caslort's back, a trace of madness appeared in Moyus' eyes. As long as he got the Golden Stone Slab, he would change his name and leave this place. The Golden Stone Slab was a treasure that even the Holy Land coveted. Caslort was still too naive. Did he think that he could hide it by killing all these people?
If the Holy Land wanted to investigate, there would be no secrets in this world. However, killing all these people could buy a lot of time. The Holy Land might not necessarily make a big fuss over some dead geniuses. Caslort might be finished, but as long as they could catch him in the desert, even a Heavenly Soul Stage expert would not be able to do so.
Kill!
Moyus ordered the lord's general to launch an all-out attack. This time, no one would be left alive.
On the other side, Wang Zhong took a deep breath. He was still too late. Looking at Gong Yi, Reynolds, and Sister Hong, who were covered in wounds, an uncontrollable rage gushed out from his chest. At this moment, his heart was no longer a heart, but a volcano. Every time he breathed, every time he beat, what flowed in and out was not blood, but lava.
This was the side effect of Wang Zhong's understanding of the fire attribute to a higher realm. There was no power without a price. His Heaven and Earth Chessboard Dharma Idol had summoned the Spirit King Salamander, who represented the fire attribute. Inevitably, his state of mind was tainted with the characteristics of fire. Usually, he would maintain a balance and suppress this influence.
But now, he didn't want to suppress it anymore. Looking at Reynolds's injuries, the black bloodstains at the corner of Gong Yi's mouth, and the weak look on Sister Hong's face, he released the raging fire in his heart and let the volcano in his blood boil.
With the arrival of Wang Zhong and the others, the battle became even more tragic. Caslort's army became even more frenzied, and the tenacious resistance of the Katchirda tribal warriors was about to be torn apart by them.
"Save Sister Hong! That guy is the Scorpion King Moyus. Be careful!" Gong Yi gritted his teeth and said. He wanted to stand up, but he didn't have the strength to do so in a situation where there was help.
Wang Zhong's eyes locked onto Moyus. It was obvious that he was the strongest person on the opposite side. His aura in all aspects was far superior to the others. Wang Zhong's eyes locked onto Moyus. It was as if there was magma flowing in Wang Zhong's eyes. Endless fighting spirit surged and burned. "Grai, you guys take care of the others. I'll go and get rid of that one."
Grai nodded. "Don't worry. Be careful."
Wang Zhong nodded his head. His figure flashed, and flames exploded in the sky. Salamander, the Spirit King, suddenly descended from the sky and landed beside Sister Hong. He pulled her into his arms and was about to take her away.
"You're courting death!" Moyus's eyes flashed, and his killing intent exploded in an instant. He stretched out his right hand, and the flesh on it suddenly withered. In an instant, his entire arm looked like a ghost claw made of bones. With a light wave, it landed on Salamander's body. Boom!
In an instant, there was an explosion of light. The flames that burst out from Salamander's body obviously dimmed a little, and there was an additional trace of red light on Moyus's hand.
The Netherworld Ghost Hand had the characteristic of absorbing and transforming Soul Power. It could be said that it specialized in restraining the attacks of Dharma Idols and Soul Beasts.
With a flash, Wang Zhong, who was only a moment slower, had already rushed in front of Moyus and punched him violently!
Moyus dodged Wang Zhong's heavy punch gently, and his feet moved like quicksand. Then, he turned around and rushed east with Sister Hong.
"If you want this woman, then come!"
Moyus's cold voice drifted over. Half of his attention was locked on Wang Zhong, while the other half was fixed on Lord Caslort. Before obtaining the Golden Stone Slab, he couldn't let Caslort die. Once he used his power, it would be an indiscriminate killing move. He could ignore the Eight Great Poisonous Scorpions, the mercenary corps, and the army, but if Caslort died, he might have to spend another ten or twenty years to find the Golden Stone Slab that was related to his advancement to the Heavenly Soul Stage.
Wang Zhong's eyes were filled with killing intent. In a flash, he chased after Moyus.
Grai and the others looked at Wang Zhong's back. Although no one objected, they were actually a little anxious in their hearts. In just a moment, Gong Yi had explained Moyus's background clearly with just a few words. But now, other than trusting Wang Zhong, there was only one thing they could do!
"Let's do it," Grai said faintly.
The power of the Blood Race erupted from his body without any restraint. His vampire Dharma Idol appeared and merged with his body, making Grai's body look like a bloody shadow.
This was the profound skill of the Blood Race — Blood Shadow Transformation!
Grai wasn't stupid. On the contrary, he was clear-headed and calm. This was his biggest gain in the Holy Land. The Holy Land was the pinnacle of mankind. On Earth, he was still scrupulous because of his identity as a member of the Blood Race, but in the Holy Land, this bloodline had become a symbol of power. Many interested Teachers extended a helping hand to him. Although it was for research purposes, the benefits to Grai were obvious.
In fact, he had gained even more benefits. For example, the Blood Shadow Transformation was given to him by a Great Teacher. Currently, he didn't know the specific purpose of the Great Teacher, but the Blood Shadow Transformation was definitely a powerful profound skill of the Blood Race bloodline. This gave Grai an earth-shattering understanding.
Of course, in return, Grai had to provide his blood to the Great Teacher for experiments. This was blood essence, so Grai usually lived in seclusion to recuperate. In the Holy Land, one had to give in order to gain something. This was a balance.
Boom!
Grai directly attacked Rozan and Yin Scorpion. The Blood Shadow Transformation made him look like a blood vortex, pulling the two poisonous scorpions into layers of blood waves. His body was like a parasite, entangling Rozan and Yin Scorpion tightly.
Rozan and Yin Scorpion's attacks were completely ineffective on Grai, but the Vampire Cloak that Grai instantly threw out was like countless bloody blades, severely injuring Rozan instantly. Most importantly, Rozan's strongest recovery ability was actually restrained, as if countless small bugs were sucking his blood.
Although Yin Scorpion escaped, she didn't expect her opponent to be immune to her attacks. She had never encountered such a strange situation before.
On the other side, Mario's Hell's Cage had trapped Horned Mantis and Dyro, while Chela and Demon Scorpion were blocked by Napier Mo. Napier Mo, who had reverted to his clown costume, was slightly different after his true nature was released. His Soul Power was still the same as before he had joined the Wanderlust Team, peaking at 4,000 Grassos. However, the same amount of Soul Power had changed due to the change in his mental state.
At the same time that his nature was released, Napier also used his talent on his Dharma Idol. His Dharma Idol continued to materialize, and with his original understanding of the soul, it formed a clone.
It was a combination of the Tyrants' Puppet Technique, but it was different. Napier's puppet could pass off as the real one, take damage, and at the same time, it wouldn't be seriously damaged if it was destroyed. This was different from most Soul Puppets.
It could be said that this was a display of absolute talent.
Only with confidence and release could one walk one's own path.
Mo Ling was in charge of entangling the remaining opponents. He wasn't in charge of attacking and only needed to restrain them. That was because Grai and Napier Mo would definitely end the battle quickly.
Fighting one against two, he fully displayed his talent for defense. He constantly mobilized Jado and Scorpion like crazy bulls, but they couldn't shake Mo Ling at all.
Sharmie and Mario worked together to restrain Mo Ling, attacking and defending. Even if they couldn't end the battle immediately, they couldn't let their opponents have time to deal with them. Sharmie's Dharma Idol could also support the Katchirda warriors' line of defense.
Gong Yi and Reynolds stared blankly as they adjusted the condition of their Soul Seas. At first, they were still worried, but the more they watched, the more stunned they became. Were all the people from the Holy Land so ferocious? Their Soul Power was obviously inferior to the others. Among them, Grai and Napier Mo's opponents were at the Peak Heroic Soul Stage, but they were still suppressed by their Dharma Idols and techniques.
However, the two of them didn't look very relaxed. They did have the upper hand now, but the Eight Scorpions were also eight veteran Heroic Souls. Even without their Dharma Idols, there were still three Peak Heroic Souls among them, and they weren't that easy to kill.
The situation on the battlefield was in a complete stalemate. The scales of victory and defeat were tipped to Wang Zhong and Moyus. Whoever could come back alive would be the last straw that tipped the scales.
On the other side …
Moyus stopped in his tracks and threw Sister Hong, who had fainted at some point, onto the ground. He turned around and saw Wang Zhong standing a few meters away.
Wang Zhong was a little cautious. Moyus held Sister Hong hostage to lure him over. Now that he had achieved his goal, it was hard to say if Moyus would be ruthless to Sister Hong.
At this time, the two of them had pulled a straight line distance of nearly 10,000 meters from the main battlefield. In the desert, with the isolation of sand dunes, this distance was enough for their battle to not be affected by the main battlefield.
"From the Holy Land?"
Moyus said coldly. He knew that Wang Zhong valued Sister Hong, who was lying on the ground, so he deliberately stood beside her.
"It's too late now," Wang Zhong replied coldly. Wang Zhong replied coldly. His extreme anger had instead caused him to become even more calm. Controlling his anger and turning it into true power instead of recklessness was the first lesson Simba had taught him in combat.
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