Roland crashed through the boulders and debris that had buried him, leaping to his feet.
Despite the blow, the creature was disheveled but not seriously wounded. Like the fear-inducing primordial ancestor, it too was protected by an extrely strong gravitational field.
However, the situation at this mont was extrely unfavorable for him, and Roland reverted back to his male form more suited for combat, frowning as he said,
"The opponent's speed and strength have actually doubled! This is troubleso, I need to call for backup..."
But just as he caught his breath, Lu Yao descended from the sky, his left fist and right palm carrying a terrifying energy as they blasted toward him!
With his attributes doubled, his strength had undergone a qualitative improvent. His speed, in particular, was even a hair faster than Roland's.
Roland could no longer dodge at will, nor could he instantly move behind him.
The creature narrowly avoided "Regret of the Dragon," allowing this imposing strike to whistle past its nose.
But the other hand, "Sombre Dragon Clasping Grief," was unavoidable no matter what. He could only counter with a punch, eting attack with attack.
But this ti, it wasn't as hugely forceful as before.
As soon as the two made contact, Roland was sent flying backward, shooting towards the Mist City like a teor.
Roland was full of tricks, clearly planning to dissipate the force and still hoping for a war of attrition.
But he severely underestimated Lu Yao's Martial Path skills!
By now, the commotion of the two combatants had long been sensed by those in Mist City.
Pri Minister Winston and other British powerhouses were assembling beside Queen Victoria, wanting to co and investigate.
But they soon realized there was no need to take any extra actions.
Roland whistled through the air, crashing in like a cannonball into a sandcastle, overturning nearly 10 kiloters of buildings along the way and finally landing in the Thas River.
Dust and smoke filled the air, along with various pieces of large debris and cars falling from the sky.
The crowd panicked and dispersed, filled with screams and wails.
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Roland leaped out of the river, his fingers twisted and deford, his face also extrely pale.
Despite having dissipated most of the force, the remaining power was so solid that he still suffered considerable injury.
The enemy was not just a brute force fighter, but one with thoroughly honed combat skills!
As Roland straightened his broken fingers, he completely abandoned the idea of an attrition war and started to send a distress signal to a certain entity:
[The First Apostle, a massive threat has erged on the planet, please eliminate it imdiately.]
Roland shouted twice but received no response; instead, his opponent's follow-up attack arrived.
Lu Yao's body, with its ridians faintly glowing red, had all his Nuclear Fusion Acupoints fully operational.
Next, he moved so fast that he beca a blur of light, instantly reaching his opponent and delivering "Dragon Ascends to Heaven" directly to his chest!
Roland blocked with bent arms, only to be sent spinning into the air.
But Lu Yao, pressing his advantage, flashed forward and followed up with a "Divine Dragon's Tail Sweep" directly targeting the vulnerable "Mingn Acupoint" at the waist of his midair foe.
This strike, in combination with the fearso force of "Dragon Ascends to Heaven," resulted in extrely serious consequences.
Roland's eyes split with fury as a painful tearing sound emanated from his body, and a huge fissure opened at the point of impact!
Seriously injured, the creature let out a piercing scream, "Bastard! You insolent native, how dare you!"
At the sa ti, it called for help even more frantically: [The First Apostle, hurry up and kill him aahh!]
But still, there was no response, and it was quickly becoming unable to hold on.
In the deafening sound of thunderous explosions, Lu Yao spread his arms and continued to pound his imnsely powerful techniques onto his opponent.
At this mont, he felt incredibly refreshed. At his level, true opponents were hard to find, and this punching bag had co just in ti!
Roland was brutally battered, his body blown open with large and small ruptures and cracks. The dispersed energy turned into a terrifying shockwave that completely shattered Parliant Building by the Thas River.
It must be said that the Primordial Ancestor's defense was high and its vitality, profoundly tenacious. Despite being covered in wounds, Roland was not dead, and it seed he could hold on for much longer; no wonder he dared to engage in a war of attrition.
Seeing this, Lu Yao took a deep breath, his left hand forming the Immovable Fundantal Seal and his right suddenly lashing out with a palm strike, fully charged with the power of "Tathagata Palm: Buddha Shakes the Mountains and Rivers"!
His hands ford the sacred seals with a solemn dignity, the palms rubbed the air so fiercely they generated extrely high temperatures and a red glow like an evening horizon.
The scene resembled divine retribution as if a god had descended, blasting Roland directly into the earth!
In the midst of the booming sound, a vast wave of energy was released, rapidly dispersing the clouds in the sky.
Highways and surrounding buildings, fragile as biscuits, were instantly shattered by the shockwave, turning into a monuntal wave of earth and stone that rose nearly a kiloter high!
Such a magnificent sight was clearly visible throughout the Mist City area! The consequences were also extrely severe.
When the dust settled, the scene revealed a radiation-like crater as large as a sports stadium.
One-third of the city was leveled to the ground, and the Thas River was permanently rerouted!
Having received this blow, Roland also suffered an irreversible, grievous injury.
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Lu Yao arrived at the very center of the crater, casually waving away the dust and debris to find Roland, now ragged as a piece of torn cloth.
The creature had lost an arm and a leg, its body riddled with gaping wounds, especially a palm print on its chest, which looked like a shattered glass cup haphazardly glued back together.
With a roar, using its remaining arm, it desperately threw a punch.
Lu Yao easily caught the punch, then grabbed the fist and counter-struck with a palm to Roland's face.
Roland was sent flying and tore off his own arm. He also smashed into Westminster Abbey.
The Gothic-style church's top tumbled over, landing right beside Queen Victoria, Pri Minister Winston, and others.
Seeing everything in the arena, this group couldn't believe their eyes – was the great Primordial Ancestor actually defeated!?
The Primordial Ancestor's mighty power, deeply embedded in their descendants' bloodlines, made them all the more unable to accept this outco.
Queen Victoria's expression fluctuated, as if she wanted to rush forward to help.
But seeing the devastation of the city, they knew very well that rely getting close in such a battle was tantamount to courting death!
Roland struggled to his feet, unable to help but look up at the second sun in the sky and bellow, "What is The First Apostle doing! Why is there no response at all!"
Lu Yao tossed away the severed hand and slowly advanced, testing,
"So you're saying you're not the strongest of the dead demons, and by killing you I can et this so-called First Apostle?"
Roland's initially calm and wicked deanor had long since vanished, and now he spoke in a pitiful and venomous tone,
"Don't be smug. The destruction of this world is just a matter of ti, and you are nothing more but a slightly stronger insect!"
This creature was tight-lipped, and to avoid the risks of protracted nightmares, Lu Yao had no desire for further chatter, and imdiately joined his palms as if wielding a blade and thrust fiercely into Roland's chest!
He intended to tear out the Fusion Engine and put an end to everything.
Roland had no strength left to resist and just stared, yet he didn't beg for rcy.
As the crystal slowly left his body, Roland suddenly showed a hint of a seductive smile,
"Having destroyed so many worlds and played with so many precious babies, my life has been worth it... Joining the Angel Envoys was the wisest... decision... I have ever made..."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lu Yao had already violently torn out his core.
Roland's expression stiffened, and with his last breath, he said, "Heh... struggle all you want... your world will ultimately fall into endless darkness..."
Upon finishing his sentence, he collapsed and disintegrated just like a vampire does upon death, turning completely to dust.
With this, Lu Yao had finally achieved his small goal of ripping apart the Primordial Ancestor with his bare hands.
Witnessing this mont, Queen Victoria, the Pri Minister, and others were petrified; they did not dare to face Lu Yao and imdiately fled towards Belgium, abandoning their own capital.
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