Boom!
Before Wang Zhong could finish his sentence, Moyus suddenly made his move. With an instantaneous flash, an almost pure silver light exploded from Moyus's palm, and the space was distorted by this power. It was hard to tell if it was a visual error, or if the space was really compressed by this power, causing cracks to appear!
The terrifying power of 10,000 Grassos!
It was definitely pure power. Moyus had been at the Peak Heroic Soul Stage for ten years, and his control over his power had already reached an extreme peak that could no longer be improved! At this moment, this power, pushed by his fist, blasted towards Wang Zhong like a meteor.
Seeing Moyus pouncing towards him, Wang Zhong's eyes flashed, but his heart relaxed a little. He quickly retreated, but Moyus sneered. Wang Zhong's reaction was all within his calculations. Wang Zhong's hesitation would make Moyus want to stay away from Sister Hong, who was on the ground. As long as he grasped this point, he would be able to grasp the absolute offensive initiative.
Although Moyus said that the Heroic Soul Stage was nothing, he was actually extremely focused and careful, as if he was dealing with a Heavenly Soul Stage powerhouse.
He would never underestimate anyone who came from the Holy Land, even if they were only at the Heroic Soul Stage.
Boom!
Wang Zhong didn't dodge. This was also the first time he faced a truly mature Heroic Soul Stage expert head-on after his Soul Power had increased.
"Explode!"
Moyus shouted with a grin. His pure power was like a giant siege hammer, pouring the power of 10,000 Grassos into Wang Zhong's arm that was blocking his attack.
Moyus waited for the crisp sound of bones breaking when his arm was broken. His opponent's Soul Power was only half of his, so he had absolute confidence in suppressing him!
Boom …
The desert exploded in an instant, and the yellow sand scattered in all directions like bullets. Moyus actually took three steps back, while Wang Zhong flew back more than ten meters. He felt like his body was collapsing, but it felt really good. Was this the power of the Peak Heroic Soul Stage?
It was very strong, but it wasn't enough. If he was only at the Initial Heroic Soul Stage, this attack would be enough to break Wang Zhong's body. However, Wang Zhong, who already had 5,000 Grassos, was never afraid of this kind of attack.
From the moment he awakened, he was used to defeating the strong with the weak.
Once he attacked, Moyus didn't have time to lament. His withered claws were as hard as steel, and he continuously attacked Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong didn't hesitate to fight back, and his Soul Power burst forth. Wang Zhong's control over his Soul Power had reached the extreme, but Moyus was also like steel. After experiencing countless life and death situations, he had completely formed his own fighting style. Both sides were engaged in a fierce battle. At the same time, Wang Zhong had already asked Salamander to take Sister Hong away. This was also the reason why he was entangled with Moyus.
Moyus knew, but he didn't mind. It would be good if Sister Hong could restrain the opponent with a powerful Soul Beast or a Dharma Idol. They were going to die in the end anyway!
It had to be said that this fellow from the Holy Land really had some tricks up his sleeve. His soul power was clearly much weaker than his, but he was able to fight head-on without falling into a disadvantageous position. His opponent's consumption of soul power should be several times that of his, but he didn't seem to be afraid at all. Could it be that his soul power was really that deep?
Moyus also had an unlimited amount of Soul Power. This was the tempering of his blade and spear. He had never slacked off in his training, but he did not intend to be entangled with this kid. A battle was not a spar. It was fine as long as he could kill his opponent.
After their fists collided, Wang Zhong suddenly felt an intense attraction from his opponent's soul power. It was a binding force!
At this moment, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Moyus' mouth. It was already too late for him to understand. His withered claws had already grabbed Wang Zhong's hand.
— — Nether Ghost Hand.
Moyus was rapidly devouring Wang Zhong's Soul Power. Those who were caught by him could not escape. Ever since he absorbed a Heavenly Soul Stage soldier, he thought that he was invincible in the Heroic Soul Stage. He did not expect that someone from the Holy Land would come knocking on his door. After absorbing this guy and obtaining the dimensional treasure, the Golden Stone Slab, he would advance to the Heavenly Soul Stage soon. Furthermore, he would become the strongest Heavenly Soul.
At this moment, Wang Zhong opened his mouth, and a small runic array appeared between the two of them.
This was Wang Zhong's control over his Soul Power. His thoughts were already sufficient to carve a simple runic array.
Subwoofer ~ ~ ~
Boom …
Moyus' head felt as if someone had hit it with a hammer. At the same time, Wang Zhong had already kicked him, and Moyus was sent flying. Wang Zhong had already followed up, sliding his body and kicking Moyus into the air. Moyus screamed in pain, but Wang Zhong was faster. He was already in the air, and he slammed his leg down hard.
Boom …
Moyus' entire body was smashed into the sand.
Suddenly, Wang Zhong was slightly stunned because Moyus' aura had disappeared. Did he run away?
Impossible. The other party did not seem like someone who would give up easily. Furthermore, the other party still had the upper hand in terms of strength. Once he reached the Heroic Soul Stage, this set of attacks just now would not cause any serious damage. Besides, the other party had obviously lured him here to get rid of him.
But how could his aura disappear?
At this time, laughter came from the desert, as if it came from every grain of sand. However, even with Wang Zhong's Spiritual Insight, he could not sense the enemy's location at all.
"The warriors from the Holy Land are indeed interesting. Pure Soul Power and exuberant vitality. You are the most delicious food I have ever seen. You are even better than the Heavenly Soul Stage last time. Unfortunately, in the desert, I am God!
"Desert, my kingdom, descend upon me!"
Amidst the cold roar, the world was shrouded by a violent gust of chilly wind. Countless sandstorms surged in from all directions.
Wang Zhong felt that the world around him had changed. A strange power shrouded the entire environment, somewhat similar to his Dharma Idol. This was the strongest Dharma Idol that could build one's own world.
"Hehe, you can feel it, right? So what if you are from the Holy Land? I have the best Dharma Idol of mankind, the Vicinity Dharma Idol. This is the highest level of Dharma Idol. Not only does it contain nomological fragments, but it also generates rules. It is the best Dharma Idol anywhere!"
Following Moyus' words, sand soldiers emerged from the desert one by one. There were hundreds and thousands of them, and each of them was brimming with Soul Power at the Heroic Soul Stage. They were simply a terrifying Yellow Sand Army.
This was not something that a Heroic Soul Stage fighter could control. The only explanation was the Dharma Idol itself.
It was also Wang Zhong's first time hearing this name — Vicinity Dharma Idol.
Moyus was even more proud when he saw Wang Zhong's surprise. The more obsessed a person was with cultivation, the more they cared about this, especially when the other party was an expert from the Holy Land. What could be more satisfying than stunning such a person?
"I know the selection criteria of the Holy Land. As long as the Dharma Idol has a certain trace of nomological laws, it will be regarded as a treasure by them. But that's nothing. The highest performance of the Heroic Soul Stage is the Vicinity Dharma Idol. I can create my own Vicinity Dharma Idol, and I will be the master of this land!"
Moyus laughed wildly. The reason why he was so unrestrained was that those who knew his secret would all die. He wanted them to understand one thing before they died: surrender to his power. When he entered the Heavenly Soul Stage, he would become the real King of the Desert. Even the experts from the Holy Land would not have to worry about him. Once he passed the Heavenly Calamity, he would lead his Undead Desert Army to conquer the world and conquer dimensions!
Moyus appeared among the sand soldiers, and his opponent would not be able to detect him. He had his own Vicinity Dharma Idol, his own master, and absolute rule. Even the Heavenly Soul Stage soldiers who were all-powerful could only be killed by him.
The moment he entered the Vicinity Dharma Idol, it meant despair.
At this moment, the fish on the chopping block in his eyes suddenly laughed.
"There's a saying in the Holy Land for people like you: 'You know nothing about power.'"
On the other side, the one who broke the balance of the battle was not Grai or Napier Mo. Grai and the others were undoubtedly outstanding, and their combat power was also stronger than their opponents. However, in a one-on-two situation, it was impossible for them to crush their opponents, especially when their opponents were extremely experienced in combat. They used all kinds of tricks to entangle their opponents. This was also the mercenaries' combat experience. Their advantage was that their Soul Power was slightly stronger, so they had to delay the battle. They believed that Captain Moyus would arrive soon and deal with these small fries.
Grai was the strongest, but he was also entangled by Rozan. Even with the power of the Blood Race, he could not stop his regeneration. Rozan could tell that Grai wanted to end the battle quickly, so he became even more wretched. Together with Yin Scorpion's attacks, he managed to block Grai's attacks. The other battlefields were evenly matched, but the Katchirda soldiers could not hold on any longer. Sharmie was also struggling to contain the Katchirda soldiers. The mercenaries of the mercenary corps were all existences who lived on the edge of a knife, so they naturally knew how to take advantage of loopholes.
Reynolds was driven mad by the sight of every warrior's death. Living together during this period of time had allowed Reynolds to find the meaning of living. When he was teaching these young Tutankhamun warriors, he saw every bit of progress they made and every cheer they cheered for. He thought of his own children. However, watching them being slaughtered while he could only lie on the ground was something he absolutely could not allow.
Reynolds never wanted to live to a hundred years old, nor did he care if he could break through to the Heroic Soul Stage. He just wanted to do what he was supposed to do, just like he did in the Federation.
His Soul Sea was in turmoil. In fact, Gong Yi was more talented, but he was really not cut out to be a soldier. The stalemate on the battlefield was very clear. On their side, only Grai could break through the situation, while the other side relied on the mercenaries to find a breakthrough. Whoever collapsed first would be finished first. Furthermore, could Wang Zhong stop his opponent?
Moyus was a top expert in the Heroic Soul Stage in Tutankhamun, so he could not count on Wang Zhong to defeat him. They even needed support.
The scar on Renault's face was trembling, and his body was resisting his forceful actions. He forcefully circulated his soul power against his injuries, causing him to feel a burst of blood and qi roiling. It was as if there was a boxer punching his chest over and over again. Every beat of his heart was abnormally strenuous.
However, this pain was worth it. His eyes suddenly lit up, and the scar on his face seemed to come alive, emitting a thin layer of red light. In an instant, Reynolds's body was overflowing with a brilliant luster, as if it was the first clear day of the winter snow.
To him, potential was meant to be consumed. So what if he lost a few years, or even a dozen years of his lifespan? He was living freely!
Kill ~ ~ ~ ~
Heart Blade, pressing forward with indomitable will!
This blade was aimed directly at Yin Scorpion. It was a reckless attack. The combination of Yin Scorpion and Rozan was extremely disgusting, but as long as they broke through one ring, they would collapse!
Yin Scorpion and Rozan were dealing with Grai with all their might. This handsome guy from the Blood Race was extremely terrifying, and one mistake could cost their lives. Never in their dreams would they have thought that Reynolds, who was half-dead, would actually attack with his blade.
Yin Scorpion's reaction was already very fast. The moment she noticed Reynolds's Heart Blade flying up from the ground, she let out a ghost-like scream. Rozan in front of her cooperated perfectly with her. He roared and ignored Grai's attack. His fat body trembled, and his entire body seemed to have teleported in front of Reynolds's Heart Blade. His two fat hands grabbed at the Heart Blade with the speed of wind and thunder.
Silver-white hair sprouted from Reynolds's temples, and his hair turned white in an instant. Boom! The Mind Blade, which was supposed to be caught by Rozan, suddenly flashed a mysterious light and stabbed into Yin Scorpion's body.
Reynolds heaved a long sigh of relief. It was a pity that Yin Scorpion still reacted at the last moment. She avoided being hit in the vital parts, and the Heart Blade only stabbed into her shoulder. After all, she was one of the Eight Great Poisonous Scorpions! However, Reynolds's Heart Blade wasn't meant to kill.
His goal was to create an opportunity, a chance to break the balance. Grai was extremely calm.
How calm was Grai? He had already sensed an opportunity the moment Renault had taken action.
"Blood Sucking Rainbow!"
Chi chi chi chi …
Blood was drawn out of Yin Scorpion's wound like a waterfall, and all the blood in her body was instantly emptied. Not only that, the blood that splattered suddenly formed a sharp arc. Under Grai's control, it conveniently took away Rozan's head.
The two fell, but there was not a trace of blood. This was the killing method of the Blood Race. It was artistic.
Before the corpses fell to the ground, Grai had already turned around and killed Chela and Demon Scorpion, who were fighting against Napier.
When Grai was free to attack, the fate of the Eight Great Poisonous Scorpions was already decided. Grai was actually most suitable for a frontal attack, but he was more suitable for a flank attack. He would definitely kill one with one strike.
In the blood-red sky, this battle had made Grai more proficient in controlling his blood. The Poisonous Scorpions that dominated the desert had completely become his target. Napier Mo was speechless. This Grai was much more unrestrained than in the CHF. Perhaps the Holy Land was more suitable for him.
After seeing that the Eight Great Poisonous Scorpions were all killed, the great feudal lord's army changed from a crazy attack to a crazy retreat. Sharmie also heaved a sigh of relief. She really couldn't hold on any longer. She didn't know how weak she was without fighting.
Looking at the retreating army in the distance, Grai's handsome face did not change at all. "I'll go and help Wang Zhong. I'll leave the rest to you guys."
"I'll go too!" Napier Mo followed up with a determined look. He did not put away his Dharma Idol Doppelganger. The two of them looked exactly the same, and their bodies were dyed with a strange luster. This battle had further improved Napier's control, and he would never slack off when he could persist.
Sharmie and the others nodded. The rest were not a concern, but just in case, they still had to leave someone behind to defend. The most important thing was that the rest of them would only be a burden if they went.
Sharmie clenched her fists, and her slender nails were about to dig into the flesh of her palm. In the past, she also hoped to have great power, but she had never yearned for it as much as she did now. She had also never felt so weak.
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