Two new Beast Souls appeared, one of which, shaped like a bull's head, let out an angry roar, and thunder exploded above the entire arena, with densely-packed blue lightning striking down incessantly upon the Nine Heavens Bronze Arena.
The lightning intertwined, surging into the surrounding tornadoes, generating even more destructive force.
Then, the fourth tiger-shaped Beast Soul roared into existence, emitting waves of tiger roars that seed to pierce the heavens, accompanied by surges of sonic waves and shockwaves, forming visible ripples in the air.
The sonic waves produced by this series of tiger roars made everyone present, even those listening through projections, feel their hearts skip a beat and slightly deafened their ears, causing a dizzy illusion, leaving the crowd utterly astonished.
"Too strong, this Eight Desolates Supre Robe on Zhao Yue is just too strong," Zheng Wentian exclaid in amazent, "Can armor from the ninth realm have such formidable power aside from its defensive powers? The combined power of these four Beast Souls is simply a natural disaster."
Feeling the power of these Beast Souls, Tu Tianmo's expression slightly changed, "Such formidable Beast Souls, their power must have reached the ninth realm, right? Four Beast Souls, isn't that equivalent to four ninth realm warriors? I'm glad we didn't fight to the death on the third day of the competition."
Xiang Haocu clenched his fists as he watched, silently cheering for Zhao Yue in his heart: "Co on, Zhao Yue… You must defeat Zhou Bai! You must kill him!"
These four Beast Souls depicted on the Supre Robe each had a profound and notorious history, having once wrought chaos in the world and slaughtered the human race. Now refined into Beast Souls, they possessed the power to strike with the peak strength of the ninth realm.
At this mont, after Zhao Yue released these four Beast Souls, two of them were crushed under her feet as she floated upwards, the remaining two revolving around her body, accompanied by gusts of wind and lightning, making her resemble an ancient War Goddess.
Simultaneously, bulging veins appeared on Zhao Yue's forehead, her Primordial Spirit power sowhat uncontrollably spreading from her sea of consciousness, writhing around her body emitting an array of auras.
Clearly, operating four Beast Souls simultaneously put great pressure on her, causing her control over her Primordial Spirit power to falter.
But in her mind, the scene from yesterday, where the elders and her forefathers of the Zhao Family each offered up their Primordial Spirits and their lives, erged.
Tears, like pearls, stread from the corners of her eyes, instantly shattered by the force of her Primordial Spirit power.
She clenched her teeth, her muscles and vital energy continuously oscillating, "I made a promise, I must win today!"
'The defensive power of the Red Heavenly Armor is extrely high, and Zhou Bai's Body Refinent skill is unrivaled.'
'The Beast Soul has only one chance to strike, I must be stronger, even stronger, gathering all my strength into this one strike...'
She let out a fierce shout, and the charms in her hand suddenly burst forth with surging spiritual energy.
Her Eight Desolates Supre Robe seed to co completely alive, with purplish-golden light tracing runes moving back and forth across her body, consecutively erging Primordial Spirits from the robe, so with tiger heads, so with human faces.
These Primordial Spirits emitted a ghastly green light, guarding Zhao Yue's body as if they were using their bodies to protect her.
Whispers emanated from these Primordial Spirits, continuously resounding in Zhao Yue's ears.
"Co on, Zhao Yue!"
"Use our power to its fullest."
"Ah! I'm going to kill him!"
Watching so of the Primordial Spirits that had already gone mad, Zhao Yue sighed softly in her heart.
The next mont, operating so many Beast Souls and Primordial Spirits with the Eight Desolates Supre Robe brought her an unprecedented burden. Intense pains exploded in the location of her brain, and her own Primordial Spirit trembled ceaselessly, as if it might lose contact with the armor on her body at any mont.
On the other side, Zhou Bai was startled by the human face among them and stared at Zhao Yue, asking, "What have you done?"
A cruel smile slightly lifted the corners of Zhao Yue's mouth. "They are all my family. To defeat you, they all entered into the Eight Desolates Supre Robe together yesterday."
Zhou Bai frowned. "Have you gone mad?"
"Mad? Perhaps..." Zhao Yue said, "Because we know you are strong, know your Red Heavenly Armor is strong, so to defeat you, we had to pay a price. They gave everything, and now it's my turn."
In the spectator seats, Zheng Wentian gripped the railing tightly, shocked, "What on earth has Zhao Yue done? These Primordial Spirits... they seem to be from the Zhao Family?"
In the competitors' seats, the ergence of each Beast Soul escalated Zhao Yue's power further, but just when everyone thought she had reached her limit, Zhao Yue summoned those myriad Primordial Spirits, sending shivers through the crowd.
Tu Tianmo felt a chilling sensation deep in his heart. "Has the Zhao Family really gone this far? To kill Zhou Bai, they have sacrificed their own clan? That's ruthless... Who can withstand this?"
At that mont, Tu Tianmo, gazing at the spaceti of Daluo Heaven, felt as if it were a at grinder, continuously fed by the elites of the human race by the gods, ground into fragnts.
In the distance, Shi Fa watched this scene with a solemn expression, feeling the determination of Zhao Yue and her family, and couldn't help but cheer for her internally. "Can it be done? Co on, Zhao Yue."
On the other side, Xiang Haocu also cheered for Zhao Yue. "Charge, Zhao Yue, kill Zhou Bai... The human race can't endure any more turmoil now."
But just when everyone thought Zhao Yue's power had been pushed to its peak and they were curious how Zhou Bai would block her next, the projection of Zhao Yue burst forth with new power, pushing her strength to a new peak for the third ti.
Xiang Haocu's face showed shock, watching the projection of Zhao Yue and deeply sighed, his eyes flashing with sorrow. "Has it co to this? Both are geniuses of the human race... now they must fight each other to the death, both perishing... Damn it..."
In Xiang Haocu's heart, Zhou Bai was never wrong. Although he was determined to kill his opponent, it did not involve any personal hatred.
The only mistake Zhou Bai could be said to have, in his view, was his pure-blood human race identity, which would lead to changes in the policies of Wanxian Island, creating changes extrely detrintal to the human race at present.
"Sorry, Zhou Bai, but the Mixed Blood Human Race has already been flourishing in this world for hundreds of years... this world no longer needs pure-blood humans... You have appeared far too late."
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