There would be no harm if there was no comparison. If they didn't keep up, she and Mario might really fall behind. Think about Laura and Scarlet. One of them had a family backing her, while the other had a good teacher. What did she have?
Grai and Napier had just confirmed the direction that Wang Zhong was heading in. Just as they were about to set off, the sky in that direction suddenly turned dark. A thick yellow fog of sand filled the sky and surged in their direction. Sandstorm!
In the desert, there was nothing more terrifying than this. Even the ant army or human experts were still insignificant in the face of nature.
The strong wind blew one step ahead of the sandstorm. The violent wind whistled and swept the air, and the tall sand dunes wailed and moved under this violent gale.
In the distance, the people of the Katchirda Tribe had already started to retreat and hide. No one knew the power of the sandstorm better than them. This wasn't something that could be resisted with courage. They could only hide.
Grai's handsome face showed a struggling expression. However, the surging yellow sand had already swept in with the strong wind, instantly drowning everyone's vision.
In the face of the mighty power of nature, humans could only retreat.
"Retreat first. Wait for the sandstorm to pass!"
Grai could only turn around and loudly call for everyone to retreat into Katchirda. Even if he insisted on looking for Wang Zhong, he would only get lost in this kind of environment where he could only see the yellow sand when he stretched out his hand.
Soon, everyone retreated into the oasis. Like bullets, the sand bombarded the walls wantonly, making banging sounds.
However, Grai's expression changed. Although he didn't know what the sandstorm looked like, the power of this sandstorm wasn't right. Most importantly, it contained the aura of Soul Power.
If human soldiers wanted to borrow the power of heaven and earth, they would definitely have to enter the Heavenly Soul Stage. … Could it be that Moyus had already entered the Heavenly Soul Stage?
Everyone's expression changed drastically. Gong Yi was extremely regretful. If he had known that there would be a Heavenly Soul Stage expert interfering, he would have admitted defeat long ago. It was over. He had harmed Wang Zhong. No matter what, no one could defeat a Heavenly Soul Stage soldier.
"Wang Zhong will be fine!" Sharmie suddenly shouted out. However, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was the one who was the most worried. In fact, even Grai's expression was somewhat unsettled.
They had underestimated their opponents. Although the Holy Land was full of experts, this did not mean that there were no experts on Earth. On the contrary, there were some experts who were unwilling to be restrained and were hidden on Earth. The Federation might be better off, but in the three great empires, there were definitely more than a few such experts. The Holy Land could look down on the world, but they were clearly not worthy.
And now, it was Wang Zhong who had to face this terrifying monster by himself!
There was a sandstorm on all sides, and the strong wind swept up the sand dunes. The yellow sand swirled in the air, and the sand turned into a smoke-like fog, blowing in all directions.
Wang Zhong stood at the edge of the sandstorm. It was amazing that the sandstorm was raging around him, but it was like the eye of a tornado. In this area, there was only silence. He sensed the situation of Salamander, Sister Hong, and the Fire Spirit King. They were trapped by the sandstorm, but under Salamander's protection, they were temporarily safe.
Wang Zhong took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at this area. At this time, the entire desert was filled with endless sand soldiers. Moyus had disappeared. Not only him, but even his aura and his Soul Power had disappeared without a trace.
Rumble!
Hundreds of sand soldiers charged at Wang Zhong at the same time. These sand soldiers cooperated with each other. This was a well-trained elite battle formation with seamless cooperation!
Wang Zhong kept releasing golden wheels with both hands, and the cross wheels formed by Soul Power continuously swept away the sand soldiers that were charging at him. Rows of sand soldiers fell, but more and more of them stood up. Moyus laughed wildly. He was not in a hurry. It was more interesting to torture such prey to death, and he could also prevent Moyus from doing something desperate.
Any powerhouse from the Holy Land might have one or two killing moves. To the experienced Moyus, patience was a must. Back then, it took him a month to kill that Heavenly Soul. Now, it was a competition of who had more patience!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
The sand spears that filled the sky shot at Wang Zhong like raindrops under the support of his Soul Power. It felt like thousands of spears were piercing through his heart.
The terrifying thing about the Radius Dharma Idol was that the consumption of Soul Power was minimized. At the same time, the consumption of one's mind was also minimized when controlling it. Ordinary people would not be able to control such a large area and so many sand soldiers. This was equivalent to having a clone. For example, Napier could only control one clone.
This was the difference in talent. Of course, Moyus had to rely on the desert. This was his home ground. Once he went to other places, his Dharma Idol would be greatly reduced. Therefore, he would not go there. He would even stay far away from the oasis to prevent his opponent from having any strange escape methods. But here, he was the only one in the world!
Boom boom boom boom …
Wang Zhong's fists were as fast as the speed of light. He attacked like lightning without any intention of evading. The violent attacks were accompanied by a loud roar. The power of the Subwoofer Cannon shattered all the attacks.
Then, he charged into the sand soldiers. His Soul Power was like a shield, blocking a circle of attacks. Then, his body crashed into the formation of the sand soldiers like lightning. His palms were like knives, his legs like whips, and his elbows like hammers. These were the simplest and most direct killing moves. With just one hit, these seemingly terrifying sand soldiers were like wax men encountering a raging fire. They softened and turned into a pile of sand.
In just a short while, these sand soldiers were wiped out. They seemed powerful, but they were just puppets. Wang Zhong was quite confident in his Soul Power and physical strength. Once he reached a certain level, he would not be able to win by relying on numbers.
It was just that Moyus was not among the sand soldiers.
The Radius Dharma Idol was just a name. Wang Zhong had read about it in the library in the Holy Land. Naturally, there were such people in the Holy Land, and they would basically reach the Devour Level. This was also the reason why Wang Zhong kept a low profile. Under normal circumstances, any Dharma Idol would have a weakness. Although Wang Zhong did not know where his weakness was, he still had to be careful. At the same time, he had too little information about his opponent.
It was just that he did not expect to encounter such an enemy in Tutankhamun. Moreover, his Radius Dharma Idol was the 'Golden Desert' that resonated with the desert environment.
This was also why Moyus kept a low profile. No one knew his true strength, or rather, those who knew had died in his Golden Desert. This was also another reason why Moyus lured Wang Zhong here. After all, there were many people in Katchirda. Before he reached the Heavenly Soul Stage, he did not want anyone to know this secret!
As long as he reached the Heavenly Soul Stage, no one would be his opponent. No matter how strong his opponent was, or even if he was favored by God, as long as he stood in the desert, he could easily escape if he could not defeat his opponent. The desert was his invincible land. There were deserts on Earth, and there were deserts in the Dimensional World. This was the basis of Moyus' ambition!
"It's just a last-ditch struggle. In the face of the power of God, you can only crawl!"
Rumble! Moyus' voice could be heard from all directions in the Golden Desert. Not only was his voice transmitted through the air, the sand grains were vibrating, and even the ground was rumbling with a heavy echo. It was as if hell was howling.
Endless sand soldiers kept surging forward, like a high-pressure faucet that could not be turned off. Once again, Wang Zhong was surrounded by layers of sand soldiers.
However, among the endless sand soldiers, a sand soldier that looked exactly the same was staring coldly at Wang Zhong on the battlefield. Just as Wang Zhong was about to attack, he suddenly realized that he could not move his body.
His feet were grabbed by something. At the same time, the sand quickly covered Wang Zhong's body as if it was alive. Countless quicksand began to wrap around him.
Moyus laughed coldly. This was childish. The sand soldiers were just a prelude. His power to control sand had already reached the extreme. His favorite thing to do was to make living mummies!
The sand desperately tried to drill into Wang Zhong's seven orifices. Although Wang Zhong could use his Soul Power to seal it, he could not stop the endless sand from pressing down on him.
Here, he had countless ways to get rid of his opponent. He really did not know where these idiots from the Holy Land got their courage from. He could even drag out a Heavenly Soul Stage existence to death, and a mere Heroic Soul Stage actually dared to challenge him. After killing this guy, he would go back and kill everyone in the oasis.
Moyus appeared in the desert. Wang Zhong had already sunk to the bottom of the sand and was buried alive as a mummy.
Moyus spat. "With this level, you are not fit to talk about power. I have seen everything you have seen, and I have mastered everything you have not seen."
"Huh?" Moyus suddenly realized that the stupid Dharma Idol was still there, protecting the unconscious Sister Hong.
What was going on?
Moyus frowned. Just as he was about to get rid of this Dharma Idol creature, in his vicinity, in his Golden Desert, his kingdom, and his divine territory, a grain of sand that he could not control appeared.
It was a very ordinary, very inconspicuous grain of sand.
However, Moyus's eyes were filled with astonishment. How could there be a grain of sand that he could not control in the desert of his Golden Kingdom? Every grain of sand here was actually a part of his Dharma Idol, and it was in a special state of control between the virtual and the real.
"In my world, it is called the Ruler."
Wang Zhong's voice was very soft, but it clearly sounded in the entire vicinity.
The Dharma Idol was born from the heart, and the words were the law! The Ruler's law was unfolded, and the grid of the heaven and earth chessboard extended in all directions. This soft voice became a roar of thunder from the sky, getting louder and louder!
Ruler … Ruler … Ruler …
The Golden Desert changed color as if the sky was pressing down on it. The sky and the earth were so close together, and in the sky, dense lightning tore open cracks.
Black and white colors were covering the desert itself. While occupying this space, new laws were eroding and spreading.
A sand dune rose, and Wang Zhong appeared again. Not far away, Salamander was already kneeling on one knee. This was the power and prestige of the origin.
This was the power that truly belonged to a god.
Moyus's whole body was trembling. A second ago, he was still a high and mighty god, standing in the center of his Divine Kingdom and controlling everything. The next second, starting from a small grain of sand, he began to fall.
Because at this moment, he could clearly feel how his Circumference World was being covered, eroded, and devoured by Wang Zhong's world bit by bit, and then stripped away! His desert law was smashed into pieces by Wang Zhong's unfolding world law, like an egg hitting a stone.
The weak were prey to the strong, and only the fittest survived. When the Circumference Dharma Idol clashed with the Circumference Dharma Idol, it was definitely the cruelest competition in the hunting world.
First, it was a competition of ranks. If a high-ranked Dharma Idol fought against a low-ranked Dharma Idol, it would be a direct crushing, and there wouldn't even be a chance to compete. If the high-ranked Dharma Idol could compete, then it would be a competition of other levels.
Obviously, Moyus was crushed, and he was as lowly as a grain of sand.
"This is impossible! How can you have such a world, your Dharma Idol? "
Moyus pointed at Wang Zhong. For the first time, he felt panic!
This was because his pride, his confidence, his ambition, and the reason why he was the Scorpion King were all because of his Circumference Dharma Idol world.
However, now, his biggest source of power was crushed into pieces in front of someone else!
"No, you are …"
Suddenly, Moyus's eyes widened, and his anger was replaced by shock. In the battle of worlds, he had lost, completely lost. Therefore, he could 'see' the essence of this world that Wang Zhong had unfolded!
The essence of the Circumference World was to create a small world through a special Dharma Idol that fit in with different environments!
However, Wang Zhong was not a creation.
He was a ruler!
If Moyus felt that he was a god in his Golden Kingdom, then Wang Zhong was a god in his unfolded world of domination.
He didn't need to rely on anything at all. Wherever Wang Zhong was, it was his territory!
"It seems that you really don't know anything about power," said Wang Zhong. Said Wang Zhong. His voice was still very soft, but when it reached Moyus' ears, it was as if a subwoofer had hit his head.
"No! It's impossible for such a Dharma Idol to exist in this world. There shouldn't be such a Dharma Idol. How can the Heavenly Axiom tolerate you? "
Wang Zhong smiled. "Maybe the Heavenly Axiom is dozing off."
Wang Zhong didn't make a move, and he didn't need to. His Dharma Idol was stripping his opponent's Dharma Idol. This was the most fundamental confrontation. This experience and feeling were very wonderful. Perhaps it was the greatest nourishment for his Dharma Idol.
Moyus rushed towards Wang Zhong crazily. All the Soul Power in his body condensed into a ball, wanting to fight desperately, but the territory that belonged to him was getting smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared.
Moyus, who was halfway through his charge, trembled, and his whole body froze. The last rule of the Golden Desert had just been stripped away by the ruler. Power always came with a price. The more powerful one was, the greater the backlash when one failed.
Boom!
Gusts of wind rushed towards Moyus from all directions, and countless sand rushed into Moyus's body crazily. Along with Moyus's scream, he completely became a part of the desert.
Born in the desert, buried in the desert, and his ambition.
Wang Zhong looked at it and then let out a long sigh. He seemed relaxed, but only the people involved knew the taste of this confrontation. This was a valuable experience.
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