This was a completely different battle. Even though Yan Qing was strong, she couldn't even break through the defense of the blood-colored armor on the afterimage's body, even after using everything she had, except for her final trump card.
"This time, the Human Emperor Palace, the Asura Palace, and the Hell Palace have all produced impressive geniuses …"
Many people were discussing among themselves. Most of them had joyful expressions on their faces, while the foreign tribes were filled with worry.
The strength of the human race had exceeded their expectations. This weak human race was not weak at all. On the contrary, every single one of the top ten geniuses was shockingly strong.
"It seems like the human race is going to rise …"
The eyes of some of the more far-sighted people flickered, while the eyes of some of the older generation were filled with tears.
With such a genius, the human race would definitely not be satisfied with being ordinary. They would definitely make a name for themselves in the Hundred Races Continent.
Currently, the human race was weak. They were bullied by others everywhere. No matter where they were, they were at a disadvantage. They did not dare to compete with the stronger races, so they could only compromise and give in.
Now that they had the capital, they would naturally return the humiliation they had suffered.
However, the races that were enemies with the human race would definitely not let these people grow. They would definitely take action.
At that time, the real chaos would arrive. It was very likely that an unprecedented war would break out.
This was almost certain.
However, no one was afraid, nor did they want to flee. On the contrary, the people standing on the boundless plains were all filled with fighting spirit. Their blood was boiling, and they wanted to fight.
As long as they were alive, they must fight for their dignity. Even if they were to bleed, they would not hesitate.
… …
At this moment, on the combat arena, the afterimage approached step by step. His footsteps were steady, and his figure didn't sway. He was like a god that had walked out from hell, and he looked down upon everything, disregarded everything, and stood above all living beings.
As for Yan Qing, she could only retreat again and again. However, there wasn't the slightest hint of fear on her face. On the contrary, she was very calm, as if she had already expected this. She dodged the afterimages and moved around the arena like a bolt of lightning. There were dark clouds above her head, and lightning arcs flickered. She was like a god of thunder, casting lightning from the clouds.
"Hmph."
Seeing that Yan Qing kept dodging his attacks, the remnant shadow couldn't help but let out a soft snort. A red light flashed in his eyes as he chanted an incantation. "Rise and Fall of the Blood Sea."
"Splash … …"
Instantly, a sea of blood spread out with him as the center. It was like a tidal wave, like a tsunami. It swept through the nine heavens, rising and falling, and moved in all directions.
Yan Qing's reaction was also very strange. She did not choose to take the attack head-on, but instead quickly swam around. Above her head, there was a layer of dark clouds that was about a meter wide. Lightning arcs fell down like a curtain of water, protecting her. Strangely, she did not attack even once as she swam around, as if she had already given up and was just trying to buy time.
"What is she doing?"
Below the stage, Feng Hao slightly narrowed his eyes. Purple light flickered in his eyes as he carefully observed the path that Yan Qing took.
He believed that Yan Qing would not do useless things.
As expected, after a period of observation, Feng Hao saw that wherever Yan Qing walked, there would be remnants of lightning.
These lightning arcs seemed scattered, as if they were remnants. However, they were strangely extremely tenacious. Even though they were in the vast sea of blood, they still managed to survive. In fact, there seemed to be a special connection between them. If one were to take a closer look, they would see an indescribable pattern.
"This … …"
Seeing the pattern hidden within the scattered lightning arcs, Feng Hao's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. He seemed to have guessed what Yan Qing wanted to do.
"Heavenly Lightning God Punishing Array, condense."
In just a few breaths' time, Yan Qing walked again. She stood in the middle of the stage and suddenly stopped. She did not escape, but instead, she spat out an ancient and choppy incantation.
"Buzz … …"
In an instant, a simple and unadorned large array formed from lightning arcs was formed. It practically occupied half of the arena. A powerful aura that could destroy everything whizzed out and filled the entire arena.
"Rumble … …"
While the afterimage was momentarily stunned, the endless Heavenly Lightning struck down from all directions, drowning him within. Even the blood sea that was surging with a baleful aura was shattered under the endless Heavenly Lightning, turning into nothingness.
As for Yan Qing, she stood in the middle of the array. She was like an ancient deity, pointing in all directions. With a thought from her, endless lightning fell, destroying everything. She was truly like a god of lightning that could destroy the world.
"She's actually able to control a killing array."
Seeing this scene, many people exclaimed in shock, thinking that it was impossible.
Nowadays, formations were almost a lost art. Now, even those who understood ordinary formations would be called masters by the world.
It could be seen how difficult it was to control a formation.
However, the girl before them was only in her twenties, yet she was able to control an ancient killing array.
It could be seen how extraordinary her comprehension was.
However, below the stage, Feng Hao's slightly furrowed brows did not relax. On the contrary, his brows furrowed even deeper.
Under the endless bombardment of the heavenly lightning, although the afterimage suffered a great blow and tiny cracks appeared on the blood-red armor on his body, it still did not shatter.
However, the huge impact made him uncomfortable. His chest felt stuffy, and he almost vomited blood. Even with the Divine Armor, he could still feel the bone-gnawing pain, causing him to furrow his brows.
"To actually control such a killing array …"
A smear of surprise flashed across the afterimage's crimson eyes.
If he did not condense the Asura Divine Armor beforehand, he might really fail miserably and fall to the killing array.
"Asura World Exterminating Slash."
He uttered the Burning Chant, and a huge crimson sword condensed in his hand. Murderous aura surged, and even the descending heavenly lightning was sliced in half like lines.
The crimson sword was dazzling and moving. It brought with it a coldness and heat, as if it was a mixture of hell and heaven, causing one's mind to sink.
"Slash."
He wore the Divine Armor and held the World Exterminating Sword in his hand. His eyes were crimson red as he uttered coldly. The sword in his hand slashed down, drawing a stunning crimson arc. Thousands of lightning bolts were sliced apart, as if they were as fragile as threads. With an astonishing murderous intent, the sword landed on the silvery-white lines of the formation.
Hiss … Hiss …
After a slight pause, under Yan Qing's astonished gaze, the lines of the formation were sliced apart. She vomited blood and the lightning around her dimmed.
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