The appearance of the masked man not only caused the army of the Shaman Spirit Race to fall silent, but also the Human Race's side.
Who was this person?
The masked man's body fell to the ground like a fallen leaf, less than ten feet away from Feng Hao. He stared at Feng Hao, and a hoarse voice came from under the mask.
"A lowly race actually produced a tier-seven expert. It's really surprising …"
There was a strong disdain in his voice, as if he didn't put Feng Hao in his eyes at all. The masked man looked around at the morale of the Human Race army and shook his head.
At this time, no matter how stupid he was, he could tell that the masked man was an expert from the Shaman Spirit Race. After the appearance of this person, Gongsun Jing's brows suddenly furrowed. His intuition told him that if there was a change in this war, the reason was likely to come from this masked man.
But why didn't he have any information about this masked man?
Gongsun Jing narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the many experts of the Shaman Spirit Race. He was even more puzzled. It seemed that the Shaman Spirit Race didn't know the origin of this person.
"The trump card of the Shaman Spirit Race."
Feng Hao also stared at the masked man in front of him. Although he couldn't sense any aura fluctuations from the other party, it was also because of this that he felt fear.
"A Seventh Order expert, it's a pity... that he was born in such a lowly race."
The masked man didn't seem to hear Feng Hao's question. Instead, he was talking to himself. From beginning to end, he didn't take Feng Hao seriously.
"Feng Hao, beat him to death. He's even more arrogant than me, Old Long."
Behind him, Longyue Pass directly shouted. Under his leadership, the entire Human Race army cheered loudly, their morale reaching a peak.
"Beat him to death."
"Beat the scum of the Shaman Spirit Race to death."
Listening to the rousing shouts behind him, the corners of Feng Hao's mouth rose slightly. This was the level of morale he wanted. Only in this way could the Human Race army display 200% of its strength.
"Don't talk nonsense. Let's see what's special about this so-called trump card of the Shaman Spirit Race."
Fenghao's voice resounded throughout the entire arena. His battle intent soared to the heavens. His eyes flickered with divine light as he walked forward step by step. With every step he took, the battle intent that erupted from his body increased by a terrifying amount.
"Oh, it seems that you have some ability." When the masked man saw Fenghao's battle intent erupt, his pupils constricted. It seemed like his opinion of Fenghao had changed.
In the next moment, the world lost its color as a majestic aura quietly rose from the masked man's body. It was as if a true dragon that had been slumbering for tens of thousands of years had awakened.
The masked man's robe fluttered even though there was no wind. His body floated up into the air and coldly glanced at the human army as if he was looking down on all living beings. His voice, which was filled with killing intent, resounded across the battlefield.
"Ant-like Human Race actually dares to provoke my Shaman Spirit Race?! Today, I will wash your Human Race army in blood and tell everyone that this is the outcome of provoking the Shaman Spirit Race!"
As his aura spread out, his voice was like a heavy drum that struck the hearts of everyone in the Human Race army. It was actually a Seventh Order powerhouse.
"Holy shit, a Seventh Order powerhouse. The Shaman Spirit Race has truly hidden themselves deeply." Long Yueguan was instantly shocked when he saw the masked man release his aura. An unknown Seventh Order powerhouse could play a significant role on the battlefield and could even turn the situation around.
Gongsun Jing's face slightly changed, and the calmness on his face was gradually replaced by a solemn expression. This Seventh Order powerhouse of the Shaman Spirit Race had not been announced, and he did not have any information about this person.
Just where did this masked man come from?
At the same time, this question also troubled many people in the Shaman Spirit Race's army, because even they did not know that such a powerhouse had appeared in their race. But after a moment, they reacted and cheered. No matter what, with the appearance of this Seventh Order powerhouse, he would be able to kill the leader of the other party's army.
Fat Fox, who was standing on the city wall, had also lost his calm. The sudden appearance of a Seventh Order powerhouse had the ability to turn the tide of the battle. No matter how profound the other party's schemes were, everything was useless in the face of absolute strength.
"Lord, this powerhouse is …" Fat Fox looked at the person in charge of the Shaman Spirit Race with excitement. He seemed to have vaguely guessed the origins of this powerhouse, but he was unsure.
The person in charge looked at the figure of the masked man and let out a deep breath. "You're right. He's an expert with the Divine Master Physique of our Shaman Spirit Race, the legendary Shaman Spirit Physique."
Fat Fox's expression was excited. It was just as he had said. The Divine Master Physique of the Shaman Spirit Race had finally appeared. The outcome of this battle was already determined. No matter how strong the Phantom Martial Physique of the Human Race was, it was impossible for them to escape from this lord.
"Hmph. Originally, the higher-ups did not intend for this lord to show himself so quickly. But thinking of how even a lowly race like the Human Race dares to provoke us, our Shaman Spirit Race has been silent for too long. We need to use a bloody method to intimidate the other races."
Fat Fox had also lost the calmness that he lacked as a military advisor. He nodded and looked at the Human Race army as if he was looking at a dead man.
Feng Hao naturally did not know the origin of the masked man. Although the other party was also a Seventh Order powerhouse, he did not fear him. So what if he was a Seventh Order powerhouse? He would know the result of this battle.
"The Phantom Martial Physique of the Human Race. In the past, a Divine Master with such a physique was extremely awe-inspiring. If I kill you, how do you think those dead Divine Masters will feel?" The masked man stood in the air as he looked down at Feng Hao with a cruel arc on the corner of his lips.
In the past, when the Human Race was at its peak, the various grudges with the Shaman Spirit Race had always been engraved in the blood of the descendants of the two races. Therefore, the two races were mortal enemies. Once they fought, it would only be a matter of life and death. There was no third outcome.
"In the past, the seniors of my Human Race could suppress the Shaman Spirit Race. Naturally, I can do the same." Feng Hao's fighting spirit soared. He did not fear the other party just because the other party was a Seventh Order powerhouse. He directly attacked the masked man.
"You're courting death."
Hearing Feng Hao's words, the masked man seemed to be enraged. Killing intent flashed in his eyes. He had decided to make Feng Hao die in the cruelest way possible in front of the two armies.
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