These were runes that flickered with azure light. They seemed to have a metallic texture, as if they were cast from gold essence. They gave off an indestructible visual impact.
Furthermore, along with the formation of the azure runes, the aura of the masked man had also abruptly multiplied. A terrifying aura spread out, as if a giant beast had awakened. It was extremely terrifying, causing the Shaman Spirit army that was too close to him to involuntarily take a few steps back.
At this moment, regardless of whether it was the people in the Tenth City or the human army in the distance, everyone's gaze was focused on the masked man.
His mask had already fallen off, revealing an extremely ugly face. Due to his rage, his ugly face looked even more ferocious, as if he was a devil that had escaped from hell. No one dared to look at him directly.
As his aura slowly rose, Joan Of Arc, Yan Qing, and the rest in the distance revealed worried expressions.
Previously, the masked man could already display the strength of a Seventh Order without using any runes. Now that he had formed his Natal Rune, how much more powerful would his strength be?
Although they couldn't use the power of the heavens and earth, the Shaman Spirit Clan's innate runes could multiply their strength and defense.
Therefore, even Leng Yu Sen and the remnant shadow's expressions turned grave at this moment.
This person was a Divine Lord of the Shaman Spirit Clan, and his physique wasn't inferior to theirs. But in this environment, the other party had a slight advantage because of the runes' defense and power.
Although they were all from different Mansions, Feng Hao had already become the pillar of morale for the human army. If he was defeated, they clearly knew the consequences.
Therefore, even Leng Yu Sen wasn't willing to see Feng Hao lose.
"I wonder if this fellow has the Phantom Martial Physique. Furthermore, even if he does, those good-for-nothings in the past don't seem to be much …"
Leng Yu Sen muttered in a low voice, regretting that he didn't make a move earlier.
Although the Void Martial Lord that was passed down through the generations was powerful, it was still lacking when compared to a genuine Divine Master's physique. Therefore, in his view, even if Fenghao possessed the Void Martial Body, it was impossible for him to be a match for the Divine Master's physique of the Shaman Spiritual Clan.
The people in the Tenth City were shocked. They never thought that the Shaman Spirit Clan would have such a hidden powerhouse, which made those with ulterior motives in the dark feel uneasy.
If such a powerhouse were to make a move, it wouldn't be difficult for him to take the head of an army. Therefore, it wouldn't end well for him if he went against the Shaman Spirit Clan with such a trump card.
…
Fenghao's expression could not help but turn grave. He could sense that ever since the other party had condensed the Destiny Rune, the aura that erupted from him had already faintly shown signs of surpassing his own.
"I didn't expect to encounter such a troublesome opponent …"
Although Feng Hao was thinking this way, the golden tide within his body churned even more intensely. It was so much so that a layer of golden light was plated on Feng Hao's body. At the same time, an enormous aura slowly rose and Feng Hao's figure also became much taller in the eyes of the crowd.
"Fight."
The battle intent that he had not felt for a long time completely erupted at this moment. Traces of blood appeared in Fenghao's eyes as a ruthless aura spread out at the same time.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since someone aroused his battle intent. At this moment, facing the pressure from the masked man, the Heavenbattling Art naturally circulated on its own. An unyielding battle intent burst out from his heart like a sharp sword. In an instant, he was like an unsheathed peerless divine sword that stood there, extremely terrifying.
"An insignificant skill. It's just a last-ditch struggle."
A tinge of astonishment flashed across the masked man's eyes before it immediately turned into coldness once again. The corner of his mouth curled slightly as he violently stomped on the ground. His entire body leaped into the air and transformed into a sharp arrow as he swiftly charged toward Feng Hao.
"Sorcerer God's Scythe."
As he hovered in the air, the masked man spat out two cold words. A scythe that was condensed from azure runes was held in his hand, emitting a frightening ominous aura.
"He will die without a doubt."
The person in charge of the Sorcerer Spirit Clan had a sinister smile hanging on the corner of his mouth as he fiercely waved his fist. His eyes were filled with fanaticism.
The experts of the Sorcerer Spirit Clan also had the same expression. This was the Divine Master Physique of their Sorcerer Spirit Clan, the strongest person in the clan. They believed that the masked man, who had already condensed his Destiny Rune, would definitely look down on everyone. Anyone who dared to stand in his way would be crushed.
"Hmph."
Feng Hao lightly snorted as he stretched out his hand and coldly spat out a few words. "Heavenly Destruction Slash."
With Battle Will, a golden longsword directly condensed in Feng Hao's hand. It was like a peerless divine sword that was filled with killing intent.
"Bam!"
Without any hesitation, Feng Hao slightly stomped his feet and he turned into a ferocious tiger that had just been released from its cage. Holding onto the golden longsword, he charged over.
Clang! …
The scythe that was condensed from azure runes clashed with the golden longsword. However, the scene that the Sorcerer Spirit Clan had expected did not appear. The golden longsword in Feng Hao's hand did not shatter. When the two clashed, a metallic clanging sound rang out.
A gale blew out from between the two of them. Some of the experts of the Sorcerer Spirit Clan that were too close were instantly blown away like duckweed. With the two of them at the center, a deep pit was formed.
Looking at the two of them who were locked in a stalemate, everyone couldn't help sucking in a mouthful of cold air.
The masked man had already reached the Seventh Order before he condensed his Destiny Rune. However, at this moment, he still couldn't do anything to Feng Hao. This meant that Feng Hao possessed a physique and foundation that was not inferior to his.
"Impossible."
Looking at Feng Hao, who had drifted away, the masked man's ugly face was filled with astonishment. He couldn't believe that there was someone in this world that could fight against him.
Compared to the Shaman Spirit Clan's side, the Human Race's side burst into cheers. Everyone was in high spirits and their faces were flushed red.
"Haha, Brat Feng is really good. Kill that ugly ghost!"
Long Yue Guan shouted loudly. He couldn't wait to jump down and start a massacre.
"Could it be that he has already mastered the Phantom Martial Body?"
Leng Yu Sen and the remnant shadow exchanged a glance, their expressions turning grave.
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