Northern warriors were also users of combat aura, but they were different from the warriors that were commonly seen in the Southern Continent. In other words, they were two completely different professions. Compared to the Southern Continent's universal Combat Aura, they preferred to infuse their Combat Aura with different elemental attributes. It was said that the Northern Continent's natural environment was harsh. The pioneers of the Northern Continent had experienced the various powers of nature and came up with an alternative training method.
Elemental Combat Aura was more powerful and had some special effects, but at the same time, it sacrificed its versatility. Compared to the Southerners, who had the freedom to learn any technique they wanted, the Northerners would only be able to learn two or three techniques in their entire lives. Be it martial arts techniques or equipment, they would have to choose techniques that corresponded to their Combat Aura attribute, or else they would be easily countered by others. Furthermore, a person could only train in one type of Combat Aura, and if they were countered by others, they would have no chance of turning the tables. The Southerners were far more flexible and versatile.
That was why the Warrior's Ice and Fire combat chi, which had two different attributes, was regarded as a treasure by the local sects and factions. It was also understandable why the Northern Warrior was acting so strangely. How could he not experience such a legendary technique for himself? Baiyi had been a Holy-level fighter for quite some time now. If he wanted to take that final step, he would need to find some insights and opportunities. Sparring with a high-level opponent was obviously the best way to do that.
As for the Godsfall Mission … Who cared? He was not a member of the Godsfall Cult, to begin with. Even the nobleman behind him only had a cooperative relationship with the cult.
Perhaps it was because of Baiyi's earlier performance that he had forgotten how terrifying his opponent was, and he did not doubt whether he could escape unscathed. His opponent, who could use both magic and martial arts at the same time, was far beyond his comprehension. However, hesitation and consideration would not help him back down. The only way was to fight!
The intense collision between the two did not last for too long. In less than five minutes, they separated from each other and stopped. The turbulent flow of Combat Aura gradually calmed down. The illusions of the Roc and the Tiger quietly disappeared. The ground within a few hundred meters had been completely changed into a deep crater that looked like it had been smashed by a meteorite.
Baiyi retracted the layer of icy blue combat chi and touched his breastplate. There was a shallow scratch on it, and the heat from the flames still lingered.
The Northerner, on the other hand, fell to his knees and squeezed a smile on his face. With the last of his strength, he said, "Heh … You live up to your reputation …" Then, he lowered his head. His entire body was frozen into a beautiful ice flower, with a layer of dancing blue flames covering its surface.
The Northern Warrior had used all his strength to leave a cut on Baiyi's chest, but the price he had to pay was that his entire body had been destroyed by the icy blue combat chi. It was not easy for him to say his last words before he died.
Truth be told, the Northern Warrior had lost in terms of power. Even though Baiyi was also using elemental combat chi, it was converted from Void Energy and had an endless supply of it. He did not need to wait for it to recover, and he did not need to worry about running out of energy. The only thing the Northern Warrior had lost was in terms of stamina.
"What a powerful guy. He's a Holy-level fighter after all. If I wasn't a Soul Armature, I would've been severely injured," Baiyi said in a low voice. This was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury since he descended into the Void.
"Come to think of it, martial arts sure are convenient. They don't have such a strict limit on how much power you can exert," the Northern Warrior lamented. Suddenly, the Warrior Walker's voice reverted to her usual indifferent tone. "You're the one who insisted on becoming a sorcerer."
Baiyi suddenly thought of something when he heard the Warrior Walker's words. He asked, "Hey, you see? I'm pretty good at learning that stuff of yours, aren't I? And you're calling me stupid? "
"Hmph! That's the only thing you're smart about, "the Warrior Walker retorted before falling silent.
'How boring …' Baiyi thought to himself. He did not bother to collect the enemy's corpses. Instead, he walked out of the crater left behind by the battle. As he expected, arrows, ambushes, and all sorts of undead swarmed toward him.
The Godsfall cultists were brave enough to fight back. They had been watching the battle between the Northern Warrior and the Northern Warrior, waiting for an opportunity to strike. However, the chaotic battle had prevented them from doing so. They could only watch helplessly as the Northern Warrior fell into a disadvantageous position. In the end, the Northern Warrior lost his strongest fighter.
"Tell me everything you know, and I'll consider sparing your lives," Baiyi said. He waved the War God's Sword, which he had just unsheathed, and deflected a few incoming combat chi bolts. Now that the Northern Warrior was no longer a threat to him, the rest of them were no threat to him at all.
Baiyi looked at the frighteningly large army of undead calmly. Suddenly, a green flame burst forth from the slit in his visor, and the skeletons and death knights collapsed to the ground, as if they had lost their strength. Soon, the skeletons and death knights were reduced to piles of bones, and a series of hoarse screams could be heard from afar.
Controlling the undead was a secret technique of necromancy, which relied on a special type of mana known as Death Energy. Baiyi, who had inherited the Demigod Lich's memories, had a much deeper understanding of this technique than the imposter. With a few simple actions, the imposter's control over the undead army was severed, and the imposter suffered a severe backlash. Baiyi did not even need to lift a finger to cripple the imposter.
Baiyi was not a fan of the Demigod Lich's tricks, so all he had to do was sever the imposter's control. Otherwise, he would have been able to seize control of the undead army and turn them against him.
The situation was just as Baiyi had said. Using Void Energy was much simpler and more effective. Even if he did not use it, the knowledge and experience he had learned from the other Voidwalkers would have been more than enough to deal with these undead.
However, the opponents did not give up. They ignored Baiyi's advice and continued to fight with all their might. It was a pity that they had allocated their Talent Points to the wrong path, or rather, they had chosen the wrong opponents. They were only good at fighting sorcerers, so there was no hope for them against Baiyi who was going all out. The battle had lost its last bit of suspense.
"Remember to keep them alive," the Archmage reminded. "We're in another plane now. There shouldn't be any problems."
"I'll try my best," Baiyi said as he casually swung his sword. Suddenly, an arm appeared out of thin air from the shadows and fell to the ground. The knife-wielding assassin let out a blood-curdling scream as he revealed himself.
"Still not going to surrender?" Baiyi placed the War God's Sword on the assassin's neck and asked coldly, "Now that we're in a different realm, you don't have to worry about the people above you having control over your lives, do you?"
"P-please wait …" The archer could not hold on any longer. His combat chi was almost depleted from using such a high-energy attack, but he was not as much of a threat to Baiyi as he would have been if he had used a normal bow and arrow. After losing all hope, and encouraged by Baiyi's words, the archer wisely chose to live.
"Put down your weapons and come to me," Baiyi ordered, but before he could finish, the men who were about to put down their weapons convulsed violently and fell to the ground.
'What the f * ck?' Baiyi was speechless. He quickly bent down to check the assassin's body, and as expected, his heart had been completely charred by the flames.
However, according to common sense, there was no reason that a technique like the Power Mark or the Wicked Tattoo, which could be used to execute one's subordinates from a distance, could be performed across realms. The dark rift between realms was very similar to the Void, so it was a very troublesome process to allow one's power to travel across the rift. Usually, it would require a special formation, such as the Realm Communication Formation or the Teleportation Formation. How could something like that be carried on one's body without being noticed? At least, according to the memories of the Voidwalkers, it should not be possible to do such a thing. Previously, the Archmage had also thought of this, which was why he had specifically reminded Baiyi.
However, the truth was just as surprising. It seemed that Baiyi was not the only one who could subvert people's common sense.
"Could it be that other than not being able to celebrate a festival, I have another attribute that prevents me from capturing anyone alive?" Baiyi mocked himself. He had no choice but to search for clues on the bodies. However, before he could bend down, the one-armed assassin's body suddenly sat up on its own.
If it was a normal person who witnessed this scene, they would probably be scared to death. Even Baiyi took a few steps back and unsheathed the War God's Sword in his hand.
"Huh? That Lich is not dead yet? " Baiyi looked strangely at the one-armed assassin who had just been resurrected. He looked like a common low-level zombie. He even retained the characteristic of having only one arm. Baiyi wondered if he knew how to use the Thunderclap Bomb or something like that. It was as if he had just been transformed into a zombie by a necromancer.
However, the assassin spoke in a monotonous, mechanical voice, "These servants don't know much. If there's anything you want to know, why don't you ask me directly?"
It seemed like the person behind the scenes was using the corpse to communicate with Baiyi. Baiyi put away the War God's Sword and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
"You can call me the First High Reverend." The corpse continued to speak in a mechanical voice. The voice sounded hollow, as if the two of them were talking to each other from a few mountains away.
"Heh, to think that you could use your will and power across realms. You guys are really something …" Baiyi said.
"Our strength is beyond your imagination, just like the shock you brought us," the consciousness of the First High Reverend replied.
If this person could take the lives of his subordinates across realms, then it was not surprising that they could watch Baiyi's battle. Could it be that Baiyi's strange intuition was referring to this person? Baiyi had expected that his opponents would use a recording spell to record the battle, so all he had to do was kill them all and there would be no problems. However, he did not expect them to be able to broadcast it across realms.
Could it be that he had made the right choice by not using Void Energy?
Just as Baiyi was mulling over the matter, the corpse continued to speak, "You are indeed very powerful. So powerful that it defies common sense. We have made many guesses about your identity and tried to test you, but we did not expect you to be able to fool us. Now, we finally know who you are …"
It seemed like the duel that was supposed to be a lesson had something to do with them. One of the Vice Presidents of the Sorcerer's Association was a member of the Godsfall cult? No wonder he was so passionate about Baiyi's ascension. The fact that he could control a Holy-level fighter was a little unbelievable, but when he thought about the Holy-level fighter, it did not seem that hard to accept.
Just how powerful was this organization? How many powerful fighters of this level did they have? How many forces could they influence? These were questions that Baiyi needed to ponder.
"So what if you know who I am?" Baiyi retorted. He had already realized that his identity had been exposed. Fortunately, his opponent was a cult with little credibility. Baiyi had some experience fighting against rumors back on Earth, so this problem was not too serious.
"Oh, War God's Emissary. We're on the same side, so we're not necessarily enemies," the corpse said, looking down at the War God's Sword in Baiyi's hand.
After saying that, the corpse fell back to the ground and burst into flames. Soon, it was reduced to ashes. It seemed like the Emissary had said what he wanted to say. The conversation had ended abruptly.
Baiyi was amused. Although he did not know what was going on, it seemed like the Emissary had misunderstood something. They did not seem to think of the Void at all. Instead, they used the War God's Sword to conclude that Baiyi was a member of the War God's War God.
Since he was a God's Emissary, he had the knowledge and power of the gods. Therefore, many things that were difficult to understand could be easily understood. It was true that the Voidwalkers, which were theoretically impossible, did not exist.
Well, that was not entirely wrong. After all, Baiyi had worked for the War God before, and he had received a temporary payment. Therefore, it was not entirely wrong to label him as a God's Emissary. However, when he thought about the fact that the War God's Emissary was Attie, the Kitty Cat Maid, who loved to act cute, Baiyi's identity did not sound right.
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