Wang Yimao's face stiffened, and he could only smile awkwardly, "Rest assured, Commander, I guarantee victory."
Seeing Wang Yimao take the stage, the Sea Star Demon Clan, after so discussion, sent out a clam spirit.
This clam spirit had not fully transford, carrying a massive shell on its back, moving like a fan. In an instant, it arrived, its elongated face devoid of any expression.
Without a word, Wang Yimao flicked his fingers, and countless threads shot out from between them, aiming at the clam spirit's face.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The clam spirit closed up, letting the threads strike its body without moving an inch. This update is available on novel-fire.ɴet
Wang Yimao released two puppets, one gold and one silver, which instantly grabbed the clam spirit's shell on both sides, trying to pry it open with all their might, but it remained as immovable as a mountain.
Puffs of purple-black mist spewed from the clam spirit's seams, imdiately corroding the two puppets, lting most of their arms.
"Turtle tactics?"
In an instant, the ground lted, the seawater evaporated, and a thousand-foot radius turned into a world of magma. Despite the clam spirit being charred black, it still had no effect.
This was a war of attrition.
Gong Jiang wore a mocking expression, secretly laughing, "Hmph! Divine Continent Star lost a round, so they'll definitely send out their ace this ti. We'll use the strongest defense, Shi Kun, to slowly wear them down, ensuring their ace can't take the stage again!"
This was Gong Jiang's plan!
In the second round, they didn't plan to win, adopting a strategy of delay and attrition to exhaust the opponent's ace.
They also had an ace, Yu Huang, who could suppress everything once he appeared.
Their task was to clear obstacles for Yu Huang, eliminating potential threats in advance, though Yu Huang didn't believe anyone could threaten him.
As the battle progressed, Wang Yimao noticed sothing amiss. His spiritual power was depleting rapidly, and the opponent seed to have the ability to devour spiritual power.
"If this continues, I'll be drained to death. I must finish this quickly."
A fierce look flashed in Wang Yimao's eyes. He took out a crimson pill and swallowed it. His previously calm spiritual power instantly beca violent, and a fla mark appeared on his brow, representing the fla law.
"Let's see how you defend against this!"
Wang Yimao flung out a large number of beans, which transford into flaming phoenix birds in mid-air, attacking the clam spirit. As they approached, they exploded, the fla law spreading, unleashing powerful divine abilities without restraint.
The bombardnt lasted for a full hour.
Finally, the clam spirit, unable to withstand the heavy blows, was blasted open. Before Wang Yimao could strike, it conceded defeat.
"Damn!" Wang Yimao cursed.
Conceding ant he couldn't kill the opponent, allowing the clam spirit to escape.
Wang Yimao returned to the camp, grumbling to Xu Hei, "Sorry, Commander, I couldn't finish him off."
"No matter."
Xu Hei handed Wang Yimao a fourth-tier pill.
Wang Yimao quickly took it and began to recuperate.
The score was now tied at one to one.
In the third round, Sea Star sent out their renowned expert, the Frogman Clan's top Chosen, Yuan Yi, also Yuantai's personal disciple, who had previously won three consecutive matches.
Following advice, Xu Hei dispatched the Divine Puppet Sect's strongest core disciple, Daoist Sparrow's true disciple, Qin Hao, to counter.
These two were old rivals. Yuan Yi had lost to Qin Hao before, and now, facing off again, the result was the sa, with Qin Hao narrowly winning by a single move.
However, the victory was hard-fought, with Qin Hao exhausting all his ans and being utterly spent. He couldn't participate further.
"Qin Hao is out; now cos the main event."
Gong Jiang smirked, his goal achieved.
After so thought, Xu Hei sent out the Divine Puppet Sect's core disciple, Zhou Yuelong.
Gong Jiang calmly said, "The ti has co, it's your turn."
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a blue shadow flashed by like a streak of light.
Zhou Yuelong didn't see a figure, but felt a strong sense of danger approaching, his whole body tingling, scalp tingling. Without hesitation, he used his life-saving technique.
"Slash, slash, slash..."
In an instant, blades and swords attacked, slicing Zhou Yuelong's body into countless pieces, scattering them across the ground, blood splattering.
"So fast!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
Even Xu Hei was stunned, finding it hard to believe that among Elental Infant stage cultivators, soone could understand teleportation!
Indeed! The opponent had used teleportation!
In his Elental Infant stage, Xu Hei could make his flying sword teleport with full power, achieving a similar effect through it.
But never had he seen such a clean and swift teleportation kill, without any warning or preparation, executed instantly.
Only now did the opponent's figure appear near Zhou Yuelong's remains, clad in golden armor, holding a long halberd, covered in golden fish scales—the rman Clan's prince, Yu Huang!
Even his movents were invisible to Elental Infant cultivators, only Divine Transformation could catch them. His strength far exceeded others in the sa realm, clearly not on the sa level.
"Too fast, how can we fight this?"
"So strong! I can't even see his moves!"
Wang Yimao felt very fortunate not to have faced him, or he would have been dead for sure.
Only the strongest core disciple, Qin Hao, could have exchanged a couple of moves with him.
At this mont, on the battlefield.
Yu Huang stepped on Zhou Yuelong's head, grinding it down, saying, "Stop pretending, co out and face your death."
Finally, a figure erged from the ground, Zhou Yuelong, unhard.
Before dying, he had used a puppet to replace his physical body, narrowly escaping death.
Now, Zhou Yuelong's face was as pale as paper, drenched in sweat. He wanted to concede, knowing he had no chance of winning, but he needed to at least wear down the opponent, giving his teammates an advantage.
"Boom!!"
Suddenly, Yu Huang's eyes turned towards him, the blue pupils spinning. Zhou Yuelong felt a roar in his mind, as if seeing a terrifying deep-sea beast, a monstrous mouth in the depths, coming to devour him.
"I, I..."
Zhou Yuelong tried to speak, but couldn't utter a word, his breath stopped, as if his throat was being squeezed.
"Not good!" Daoist Sparrow's face darkened.
"Boom!!"
An invisible mouth descended, swallowing the ground where Zhou Yuelong stood, along with all the space within ten thousand feet, leaving only a barren abyss.
The edges of the swallowed area were smooth as a mirror, the cut clean, as if erased from existence.
Zhou Yuelong, along with his hidden hundreds of puppets, vanished without a chance to substitute.
"Pathetic."
Yu Huang snorted coldly, his spinning pupils returning to normal, and the Sky God mark on his brow flashed and disappeared, a display of a divine ability.
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