"How is this possible? How did he withstand it? This is absolutely impossible."
The person in charge of the Wizard Spirit Tribe obviously could not accept the fact that Feng Hao could contend against the Master God of their tribe. Even Fat Fox was dumbfounded at that moment.
The Master God of the Wizard Spirit Tribe represented the pinnacle of the entire Wizard Spirit Tribe and was also a supreme powerhouse. If someone could contend against it, wouldn't that mean that the person's talent was comparable to that of a supreme powerhouse?
Not only them, but the people in the Tenth City also could not accept this fact. No one made a sound at the scene as they could no longer use words to describe their feelings at that moment.
"Emperor's Mansion, Void Martial Body. Could he be the reincarnation of the Void God?"
Fat Fox murmured after a long time.
Although they were unwilling to admit it, it was a fact that the Void God had once gone to the Wizard Spirit Tribe and escaped unscathed.
If he had that ability, would the Master God of the Wizard Spirit Tribe not have kept such a strong enemy?
The Void God's safe escape meant that the Master God of the Wizard Spirit Tribe had been defeated. Now, the scene from back then was probably going to happen again.
However, at this moment, the masked man was unleashing a torrential barrage of attacks towards Fenghao. In one hand, he held a long scythe that was condensed from blue runes. It carried an astonishing killing intent as it agilely attacked Fenghao's vitals. It was as fast as a shadow.
However, Fenghao's speed was not inferior to his. The golden long sword in his hand, which was formed from his battle intent and five types of innate talents, was not inferior to the long scythe in his hand. He attacked and defended at the same time, without the slightest hint of panic. However, the battle intent that burst out from his body faintly increased in this kind of battle.
His battle intent was evolving.
However, at that moment, Feng Hao did not notice this. There was only one word in his mind – battle.
"Damn it, this guy. How is this possible?"
The anger in the masked man's eyes slowly subsided, and his fluctuating emotions also calmed down. The golden sword in Fenghao's hand carried a shocking battle intent, and he had no choice but to use his full strength to deal with it.
However, what shocked him the most was that Feng Hao's attacks seemed to be getting heavier each time.
He had a very strong feeling that his opponent was becoming stronger. He was increasing his strength at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This feeling filled him with fear. He could not understand how this person could continue to grow in the Hundred Race Tower.
However, he had no choice but to go against such a person. Furthermore, this person was from the Human Race.
This was what he could not stand the most.
Back then, the Human Race had risen to power and ruthlessly trampled on the Wizard Spirit Race. He did not dare to forget this humiliation.
"The Body of Nothingness must die!"
An ice-cold killing intent flashed across the masked man's eyes. He hardened his heart and bit down on his own tongue. After that, his figure rapidly retreated.
"Pfft."
A stream of blood essence sprayed from his mouth onto the two green scythes in his hands. The blood did not drip onto the scythes. Instead, it was absorbed by the scythes.
"With my God's blood, open the Divine Mark."
Blood flowed from the corner of the masked man's mouth as he spat out two words filled with killing intent.
"Hum …"
As a buzzing sound rang out, the green runes on his body seemed to have come to life. They did not continue to attach themselves to his body. Instead, they floated out, as if they were real existences. Within the green light, there would occasionally be a flash of blood-red light.
"He actually forced the lord to use the Divine Mark."
The person in charge of the Wizard Spirit Race's expression changed. Sweat seeped out of his palms.
He clearly understood the price of using the Divine Mark. At the same time, he also understood why the masked man was so desperate … It was obvious that he wanted to eliminate the powerful enemy before him at all costs.
However, at this moment, although the masked man had once again unleashed an unprecedented divine might, no one cheered for him. Instead, everyone's gazes were focused on Fenghao, as if they really wanted to know how this expert from the Human Race would deal with this killing move.
Facing the masked man who was like a mad demon, Feng Hao's eyes showed no fear at all. As his battle intent surged, the longsword in his hand grew longer.
Moreover, golden energy slowly covered his entire body in the form of the Black Tortoise Formation. It looked as if he had donned an impenetrable golden armor.
"Die, Divine Mark Demonic Seal!"
The masked man's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed a little hysterical. As he let out a roar, the green runes floating around him began to move. Slowly, they condensed into the head of a demon.
The gigantic demonic head was at least five meters tall, and it looked exceptionally intimidating. Indistinctly, ghostly wails and wolf howls could be heard. Baleful aura rose, and the surrounding area of a few li seemed to have turned into a ghostly realm.
"He can actually condense a seal!"
Many people cried out in surprise, their eyes filled with disbelief.
One must know that this was the Hundred Clan Tower. There was no Great Dao Energy of the world here. Therefore, aside from some body techniques, martial skills that required Great Dao Energy to condense could not be used.
However, no one expected that the Shaman Spirit Clan's Divine Master Body would be able to unleash such a powerful move. He condensed a huge seal from runes to suppress Feng Hao.
"His strength is at least at the eighth step."
Xue Mo made his judgment, and his face darkened.
Who would have thought that the masked man could condense a Divine Mark to increase his strength? Now that his strength had increased by another step, he could easily suppress Feng Hao.
Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing's hearts clenched when they heard his words. Only Little Qingmeng was still confident in her father.
"Seal."
The masked man seemed to be a little strained. Veins popped up on his arms as he panted slightly. He pressed his palm down, and the huge seal he condensed smashed towards Feng Hao with a frightening baleful aura.
"Eighth step?"
Feng Hao's eyes narrowed. His body slightly crouched. After which, his entire body transformed into a sharp arrow that shot out. The golden light longsword in his hand slashed towards the large seal that was pressing down on him without any hesitation.
Bang! Bang!
With a loud sound, the longsword in Feng Hao's hand snapped. A great force struck him, and terrifying cracks appeared on his divine armor. He was sent flying.
Thud thud thud …
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