The nacing Soul-eater was approaching.
It was massive, around the size of a mountain, and although it did not use Grand Teleportation, it still managed to cross several supre worlds in just one minute.
“It's coming!”
“Supre Lord Lester, you have to go now!”
“Let block it...”
If Blayd was unable to defeat this monster, then what more the other Supre Lords could do? They knew they couldn't possibly win this fight but they couldn't just revert into ek lambs who waited to be slaughtered by the wolf. They were Supre Lords and they would fight this monster to the death if need be.
At that mont, Zen raised his head and stared up at the sky. “You... are you still not going to make your move?”
His words stunned Master Feng, along with the other Supre Lords. They all looked at him with strange expressions.
“Zen, who are you talking to?”
“Do you know soone who can help us?”
“Is that person more powerful than that long-haired man?”
The Supre Lords began to ask in earnest.
Seeing that Zen wasn't that nervous from the start, Supre Lord of Oracle figured that the young man might have so tricks up his sleeve, and he seed very confident in his trump card.
Zen chose not to directly answer their questions but there was a faint smile on his face as he looked at the Sacred Supre Lords on the other side.
The blue-clothed woman was enslaved by him but he still respected her. If she wasn't willing to appear right now, she might have her reasons. He could only ask her.
“Hooo... hooo...”
The blast of the wind was deafening as the Soul-eater continued passing through several more supre worlds. It was now only a few million miles away now. It would only take it a split second to cross this distance with its fast travelling speed.
The Sacred Supre Lords were naturally overjoyed. If the Soul-eater managed to kill all these Supre Lords in one go then that would save them a great deal of effort in truly conquering the Evolutionary Universe. After all, the Sacred race had lost so many Supre Lords on their side and if they acted rashly now, they were afraid that they would lose more.
However, at that mont, a pillar of blazing light appeared in front of Zen. From the space crack erged a burly figure.
“Blayd? No. You're too injured... You don't have to fight!” Zen told him. He had thought that it was the blue-clothed woman that was going to make her move.
Blayd's body was currently bathed in blood. After that slap from the Soul-eater, his body was worse for wear: he had broken bones and muscles all over his body, and blood that poured continuously from his wounds. His entire body was like a porcelain figure which was fit together with broken pieces.
“Huff, huff…”
Blayd breathed heavily. “I promised you that I would help you kill those three enemies. I'm not soone who goes back on their word.”
Zen shook his head. “You're not that guy's match. Moreover, you've already helped kill three True Gods: Mateo, Pranav, and Marko!”
“Hahaha! The warriors of the War God Hall always keep their promises. I cannot go against my heart.”
As he said this, a heroic aura burst forth from Blayd's body. The wounds he had endured suddenly healed and a fighting intent, fiercer than before, emanated from him. This fighting intent turned into bands of light that visibly surrounded him in ripples.
“Grand Fighting Technique!”
“SixFive Fist!”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Six circular patterns suddenly appeared in front of Blayd. He grabbed each one and the six patterns quickly converged and glowed on his palm.
The aura then disappeared along with the fighting intent. At that mont, Blayd closed his fist which emitted a faint blue light from the patterns earlier. There was only determination in his eyes.
Deep in the dense fog of the divine land...
“Woodruff, this young man is not bad. He's a good person!”
“There aren't many people who have mastered the SixFive Fist, not even in the War God Hall, right?”
“What a pity. There is a high possibility for him to die if he were to fight a Soul-eater head-on.”
“Blayd! Don't be a fool!” A roar reverberated in the fog from the Holy Being of the War God Hall.
Blayd's spirit was very admirable but his actions were no different from suicide. The War God Hall had searched for him for so long and the mont he appeared, it seed that he was about to give his life away for the virtue of the fight.
Holy Beings were forbidden from interfering in the war between universes, Mike and Murphy were no exception. The consequences of breaking the rules written on the stone slab were too serious for them to bear.
“You… Do you still not want to co out?”
Zen asked a second ti. He also didn't want Blayd to lose his life like this.
“Alas…”
A faint sigh murmured near his ear. The sigh was almost inaudible but a voice then began to speak softly in his mind. “I indeed do not want to reveal myself so I can only borrow your body for now. I hope you don't mind, Master. Hehe…”
There was another soft laugh that gradually faded out.
At the next mont, Zen suddenly felt as if he had lost control of his own body!
It seed that the blue-clothed woman had possessed him!
Zen couldn't help but feel as if he had been tricked.
The Enslaving Token ensured that he had that woman under his thumb but she was able to take over his body so easily. This was quite ironic and far too much.
However, no matter how loud he yelled in madness, nobody would really be able to hear him.
The mont she took control of his body, she had already isolated his soul from his mind. At that mont, Zen didn't even have the ability to release his perception.
“Zen? What are you doing?”
Lavender asked as she looked at Zen strangely.
Before she could stop him, Zen had already darted past and arrived in front of Blayd! Zen's movents were too fast. What she saw was only a flash of light in the whole process.
His movents also stunned the Supre Lords. Supre Lord of Oracle and the others also couldn't help but look at Supre Lord Healum.
Zen was only a world lord who could cross a distance of 10, 000 miles at most using Grand Teleportation. Blayd had been millions of miles away from him so it was impossible for him to have gotten so close at such a short amount of ti. Had Supre Lord Healum thrown Zen using the Space Lock?
What was his purpose in sending Zen there? Did he want to send the young man to his death?
Noticing the strange looks the other Supre Lords were giving him, Supre Lord Healum was quick to prove his innocence. He shook his head fervently. “This... It's not ! I have long since unshackled the Space Lock on Zen!”
“Then how did he do it?” one of the Supre Lords asked.
“How should I know?” Supre Lord Healum shot back. “There are a lot of unimaginable things that had already happened to that guy. Ask him yourself!”
“What should we do now? Should we go to help him?” Supre Lord of Oracle did not care why Zen was suddenly behaving like this, all she cared about was his safety.
Master Feng frowned as the Evolution Lotus Flower spun above his head. “Let us watch what will happen first. Zen would never act so rashly. He might be planning sothing.”
anwhile, Blayd was already brimming with fighting intent and was ready to unleash his SixFive Fist. Zen's sudden appearance suddenly threw him off. “What are you doing here?”
Zen rely smiled at him and Blayd couldn't help but feel sothing strange with that smile. “Step back,” Zen told him.
The tone and the expression on Zen's face confused Blayd greatly. He knew that the voice was Zen's but it was definitely another person. Why did he feel as if the young man's manner resembled that of the blue-clothed woman?
Thinking quickly, Blayd finally realized what just happened. Just as he was about to speak, Zen had already placed his hand on his shoulder. An intense mysterious aura hit Blayd on the face as Zen made a strange gesture by pressing the tips of his thumb and forefinger together while keeping the other three fingers raised. The young man then lightly brushed against Blayd's shoulder with his fingers.
Blayd suddenly felt himself shooting backwards before smashing into the supre world where the Supre Lords of the Evolutionary Universe were staying.
Just as Zen pushed Blayd away, the Soul-eater burst forth and suddenly charged towards him. Zen quickly turned and brushed his hand upwards towards the monster. As his fingers lightly brushed his opponent, Zen was able to skillfully change the Soul-eater's direction and made it charge up into the sky!
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