The four individuals who rushed here were the remaining four of the Netherworld World’s Five Great War Generals. And the reason Blade Master Old Wang didn’t flee imdiately upon seeing the Myriad Demons Country’s five was because he knew his reinforcents would soon arrive. His task was to hold off these five n until they ca.
Thus, when Mo Can challenged him to regain face for Yao Wung, a sense of relief actually washed over Old Wang. Otherwise, he would have had to provoke them himself, at which point Old Wang wasn’t sure if the opponents would still engage in one-on-one combat.
Quickly stepping back a few paces, he stood with the four who had just arrived, and it was only then that Old Wang truly felt at ease. At this mont, one of the newcors, a youth in his early twenties with a purple rod slung over his shoulder, walked over, pulled out a small jade box, and opened it to reveal five sparkling golden Elixirs. He took one out and handed it to Old Wang.
Old Wang reached out to take it but hesitated in his hand, unwilling to consu it.
"Old Wang, don’t be like that. You can’t bear to use your own, and now when I give you mine, you’re still hesitant? I really can’t with you. If you can’t bear to eat it, just brace yourself for a beating later during the fight!" said the youth who handed the Elixir to Old Wang.
After listening to the youth, Old Wang thought for a mont, then clenched his teeth and swallowed the pill. Soon after, an imnsely powerful aura burst forth from Old Wang’s body.
"Worthy of the Purple Gold Blood Dragon Pill, what a fine item indeed. If not for facing such a formidable enemy this ti, I would have truly hesitated to use it. This one pill not only completely healed my injuries, but I feel even stronger than before!" Old Wang laughed heartily.
At the sa ti, his body gradually returned to normal, and his Dao also reverted to its original state after a flash of light.
The reason Old Wang’s speed suddenly increased was that he had forcibly extracted the Soul Power within his body and concentrated it all in his brain, which greatly enhanced both his reflexes and movent speed. And slimming down the snow-white long blade was to quicken his strikes. This technique was Old Wang’s own invention.
As Old Wang returned to his peak condition, the five individuals from Myriad Demons Country also jumped down from Stone Mountain. However, Yao Wung was left up on Stone Mountain. After all, both parties knew they were facing strong adversaries, and with a battle imminent, no one had the intention to look after Yao Wung anymore.
Similarly, Mo Can also swallowed an Elixir to recover from the recent exertion. Although the consumption was minor, it wasn’t her pri condition, which might affect her performance during the imminent battle.
"Netherworld’s Five Battle Generals, I’ve long admired your reputation. Today, I can finally fulfill a long-held desire!" The speaker was Fen Yan, one among the Five Demon Gods of Myriad Demons Country, and also the leader of these five.
Fen Yan looked to be a handso middle-aged man in his thirties, with long hair, sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a dignified presence. Moreover, he was empty-handed, without any visible weapon.
"The Five Demon Gods of Myriad Demons Country are also renowned, aren’t they? We too have long wished to asure our strength against yours," replied the leader of the Five Battle Generals, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark-colored robe, with very ordinary looks that one wouldn’t rember after a glance!
And this was precisely what made him so fearso. The Netherworld Five Battle Generals were led by the Evil Monarch, the man who had just spoken. He was an extrely terrifying assassin who had once boldly declared that of all the creatures under the heavens, except for the World Suppressing Stele, all others were within his range to kill. And indeed, his deeds proved this was no vain boast.
The second in command was a young man called Du Tianyang, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wielding a Unicorn Demon Dragon Spear. This spear had a significant history, forged from a dragon horn belonging to the Annihilation Greedy Dragon, once one of the three demon lords of the Annihilation Demon Nation.
With its thrust, Demonic Qi billowed, and when launched, the demon dragon annihilated everything!
The third was also a youth nad Shang Sheng, extrely frail-looking. Despite being delicate and slender, his weapon was a pair of Glittering Grief Hamrs! Countless skulls had been smashed, and nurous weapons destroyed by these massive hamrs, truly a touch would spell death.
The fourth was Blade Master Old Wang, who had saved Sun Wukong and the others, which needs no further elaboration here. As for the last person, the one who gave the Elixir to Old Wang, his na was Zhan Yunyi. He wielded a Rod of Spirit-Severing, his moves fierce and aggressive.
These five individuals aligned in a row, and imdiately an overwhelming aura of dominance and boldness rushed forth, gradually stirring up a fierce wind. The wind at tis took the shape of wild beasts, and at others that of an army of thousands of horses, and for a mont, the montum of the five people reached its peak.
The other group of five was no less formidable.
The Five Demon Gods from Myriad Demons Country took their positions. The leader, Fen Yan, stood casually at the forefront with his hands empty, his expression relaxed as he stared at the five opponents across from him. The second in command, a madman nad Chu Zhan, was bursting with muscles.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles protruding prominently, clearly signaling to any observant person that he was a master of fist techniques. And at this mont, Chu Zhan was excitedly putting on a pair of dark, full gauntlets.
The third was a young man with two long swords hanging from his waist. Although he simply stood there, he gave off the impression of a sharp treasured sword, his formidable aura shining brightly whilst a subtle Sword Intent continuously flowed around him. This person was nad Jue Cha, a master of the Sword Dao.
As for the fourth, it was Mo Can, who had just made his move. The last one was an extrely beautiful woman nad Han Ling, and it was not yet clear what weapon she used. However, the smile on her face suggested she was absolutely not to be trifounded with. Experience tales at empire
The two groups faced each other from a distance, the atmosphere intensely solemn. All ten people from both sides were well aware that today’s battle had been inevitable, beyond anyone’s ability to flee. And this ti, it was surely a fight to the death. Only when one side was completely annihilated would this battle end!
Just then, a sudden breeze picked up without warning, and though it ca without a sign, it marked the beginning of the fierce battle between the two sides. However, only the Evil Monarch and Fen Yan seed to sense sothing, casting perplexed glances around, but they saw nothing. Then, the two armies collided with ferocity.
Perhaps due to their male pride, the Evil Monarch and his four companions unconsciously avoided engaging with Han Ling, each picking one of the other four opponents to face off in combat.
Due to his profession, the Evil Monarch imdiately disappeared from sight. However, Fen Yan knew that the Evil Monarch’s target must be himself, so he did not choose anyone else but instead swiftly ran towards an open space.
Despite the risk, as the Evil Monarch might take the opportunity to assassinate another, Fen Yan believed that at their level, the urge to fight would arise only when faced with a similarly powerful opponent.
Thus, Chu Zhan, already equipped with his dark gauntlets, took on Shang Sheng, who wielded twin hamrs. The reason was simple: Shang Sheng appeared to possess imnse strength, which was exactly the type of opponent Chu Zhan loved. Similarly, with an innocently harmless smile, Shang Sheng accepted Chu Zhan’s iron fists.
The two then began a contest purely of strength and techniques, appearing like two martial warriors.
Zhan Yunyi, bearing a long staff, found himself up against the Sword Dao expert, Jue Cha. The two did not specifically choose each other; it was simply that they happened to cross paths and imdiately began their battle!
The remaining Du Tianyang and old Wang glanced at each other and realized there were only two people left to fight—furthermore, one was a woman. Neither wanted to confront the woman, so they both headed towards Mo Can. However, Du Tianyang was a bit closer and hence engaged in combat with Mo Can first.
Now with no one left, old Wang gave Du Tianyang a fierce look and then slowly walked up to Han Ling. "Let’s just fight, okay? You’re a woman, but I don’t have any other choice!" But as soon as he finished speaking, Wang’s heart skipped a beat, as a streak of white light flashed before him, and he felt a scorching pain on his cheek.
"Never underestimate a woman; this is a warning to you. If you don’t get serious later, your next mont will be your last!" She said, and with a wave of her hands, another streak of white light flashed.
Feeling the pain on his face, old Wang quickly shelved his underestimation and with a swing of his blade, deflected the incoming stream of light. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the white light was actually a silver hairpin.
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