The battle was still going on.
Although the Disciples of the Red World had shown enough courage, the Mist Warriors that came here this time were all elites. No matter how hard the Disciples of the Red World worked, the defensive line that they had barely established began to crumble. After all, they were too few in number. Due to the miscalculation of the Mist Warriors' attack method, the Disciples of the Red World's defense line was on the periphery, which made it impossible for them to resist the enemy's attack for a while.
At that moment, Decarabia finally made his move.
"Boom —!"
The ground trembled. The next moment, several huge, fish-like figures emerged from the ground like mythical monsters, staring at the invaders in front of them.
"That's … Decarabia! Attack! Attack! "
Seeing the King of the Red World suddenly appear in front of them, the Mist Warriors hurriedly launched an attack. But what surprised the Mist Warriors was that no matter what kind of attack they launched, they could not cause any damage to him. Not only that, but with the appearance of Decarabia, the Disciples of the Red World that they could easily destroy became stronger. Not only were they faster than before, but their defense had also improved a lot. Many times, the attacks of the Mist Warriors could not break through the defense of the Disciples of the Red World at all!
"The [Comfort Technique] that can transfer damage and buff everyone? No wonder he's the commander-in-chief. "
Standing on the city wall and watching the scene in front of him, Fangzheng nodded in satisfaction. The reason why Decarabia could become the commander-in-chief of the East and West as the King of the Red World was not only because of his intelligence, but also because of his large-scale buffs. Come to think of it, if his subordinates became invulnerable and had super strong combat power, it would definitely be a headache for the enemy.
Frankly speaking, if these Mist Warriors attacked from the periphery, Decarabia alone would be enough to make them die. Who would have thought that they would parachute into the battlefield?
But even so … the number of Disciples of the Red World guarding Dawning Star Palace was still too little …
"Break through from a single point! Build a bridge! "
Along with the roar, the Mist Soldier in the black military uniform stepped forward again. He stared coldly at the Dawnstar Palace that was floating in mid-air not far away. Then, he raised his hands and slammed them on the ground!
"Rumble —!!"
The formless Freedom Technique was unleashed at this moment. The ground cracked and rocks and soil seemed to be attracted to it as they floated up from the ground. Then, they rapidly condensed into a thick and sturdy bridge that extended all the way forward, crossing the entire battlefield and connecting with the Dawnstar Palace.
"Boom!!"
"Alliance Master."
Feeling the intense collision beneath his feet, Fangzheng furrowed his brows. At the same time, Fekeru's voice rang in his ears.
"The other party has restricted Dawnstar Hall's movements. We are temporarily unable to move!"
"It's fine. There's no way to move it anyway."
Fangzheng didn't care about this. Right now, the entire Dawnstar Hall was used to maintain the existence of the Gate of God. There was no way to move it in the first place. However, this was not a problem for him.
"Leave the rest to me."
With that, Fangzheng leaped down from the city wall. Behind him, Tiria chuckled and followed closely behind.
"Everyone, get ready! Adjust your pace! Assault!! "
Following the order, the Mist Warriors quickly lined up and rushed towards the nearby Sky City along the bridge that crossed the battlefield.
"This is bad!"
"Those damn items!"
Seeing this scene, the Disciples of the Red World were also shocked. They hurriedly wanted to stop the other party, but they were entangled by the other Mist Warriors and could not move at all.
Now's the time!
Tightly clenching his fists, Zamuel led the other Mist Warriors and sprinted forward along the bridge. The Dawnstar Palace was currently lacking manpower. According to 'Bold Mother' Zofee, even if the other party wanted to mobilize the Mist Warriors from the east and west battlefronts to reinforce them, it would take at least a day. Although he didn't know how long it would take for the God of Creation to return, he had to seize every minute and second … Hmm?
"Whoosh —!!"
At that moment, Zamel suddenly saw a black shadow mixed with the whistling sound of the wind rushing towards him.
It was an attack!
"Defend, protect, isolate!"
As a battle-hardened Mist Warrior, Zamuel immediately reacted. Along with his furious bellow, a sturdy wall of soil and stone rose from the bridge deck and blocked Zamel's way. At the same time, he quickly jumped back and retreated.
But even so, he was still one step too late.
Swoosh!!
Just as the black shadow reached the barrier that Zamuel had created, Zamuel saw the black shadow suddenly transform into dozens of phantoms and explode. In the next moment, the incomparably sturdy barrier that Zamuel had imbued with the Freedom Technique instantly exploded, crumbling and shattering like tofu. At the same time, a black shadow rushed through the smoke and dust like a viper and lashed at Zamel.
Bam!!
Following a loud bang, Zamir's tall and sturdy body swayed for a moment. He took two steps back before coming to a stop. He lowered his head and looked at his arm, only to see a deep whip mark there.
At that moment, a voice sounded.
"Sorry, this road is blocked."
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing the voice, Zamel waved his arm abruptly and gestured for the Mist Warriors to stop in their tracks. Then, he lifted his head and gazed ahead.
The smoke and dust dispersed in the whistling cold wind. Shortly after, Zamel saw a young man in his early twenties. He wore a black suit and a pitch-black cloak. A long whip emerged from under his cloak and slithered like a viper. In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.
Beside the young man was an adorable young lady in a pink dress who resembled a French doll. At that moment, she held an umbrella and gazed at the Mist Warriors with a smile on her face.
Naturally, Zamel was no stranger to these two people.
"Patrolman Fangzheng? Love him, Tiria? Why are you guys here? "
Frankly speaking, the appearance of these two people had indeed shocked Zamel. He did not expect that these two fiends would actually join the masquerade party — and more importantly, from the looks of it, they were obviously planning to become his enemies?
"Why are we here? It's a long story and I don't have the time to explain it now. "
Facing Zamel's question, Fangzheng shrugged.
"All in all, I'm here to stop you. This road is blocked. Find another way."
"What did you say! Brat! "
"Go to hell!"
Before Fangzheng finished his sentence, several Mist Warriors leaped out from the crowd and pounced at him with a furious roar. Facing the Mist Warriors, Fangzheng wasn't afraid in the slightest. Instead, the corners of his mouth perked up into an ice-cold smile.
"Sh * t!"
Upon witnessing Fangzheng's expression, Zamel's expression changed instantly. He looked ahead hurriedly and yelled.
"Stop! Come back!"
But it was too late.
Swish!
The instant the Mist Warriors pounced on Fangzheng, the pitch-black whip emerged out of thin air once again like a shadow clone. In an instant, it split into layers of whip shadows and lashed out in all directions. On the other hand, the Mist Warriors didn't expect the opponent's counterattack to be so decisive and sudden, so much so that they didn't even have the time to defend and were struck by the ghostly whip. Then, they screamed and fell to the ground.
Bam!
In the blink of an eye, the menacing Mist Warriors collapsed in front of Fangzheng and turned into corpses. Their eyes were wide open as though they didn't know what exactly happened. However, the deep dents on their corpses as though their bodies were sliced apart by the whip explained everything.
"It seems like Professor 'Pinball's invention isn't too shabby after all."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Fangzheng nodded in satisfaction. The long whip in his hand was not one of Fangzheng's spoils of war. It was an autonomous combat relic made by Dantaleo after he came to Dawnstar Palace. The crazy professor originally planned to attach it to Fangzheng's head in the form of a wig, but Fangzheng firmly opposed it.
The Qing Dynasty had been gone for so many years, who the hell still had a braid!
In the end, Dantaleo had no choice but to make the relic into a long whip. The original name of the relic, "Dragon's Tail", was also abandoned by Fangzheng and replaced with a new name — Forbidden Whip.
'Now I'm only missing an iron mask and a black qilin to be invincible ….'
Looking at the corpses of the Mist Warriors that turned into flames and disappeared, Fangzheng could not help but sigh. How could they lose when they were so calm? Even the 12 Taiyi Immortals had to kneel!
"Let's go together!"
Looking at the fallen Mist Warriors in front of him, Zamel's expression was solemn. He was silent for a moment, then decisively gave an order.
In any case, there were only two of them. As long as he could hold them back, the others might continue to break through and rush into Dawnstar Palace!
"They really won't give up until they reach the yellow river."
Looking at the Mist Warriors rushing towards him, Fangzheng snorted coldly.
Since that's the case, let me send you back to your hometown.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng raised his right hand.
"Seal."
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