As for the two Holy Angels he’d just sweet-talked into joining him, Zhang Xiaoman wasn’t worried they’d turn on him.
Anyway, they’d already signed a Soul Contract on both sides; at least as far as Yeluo and Naphaya were concerned, they couldn’t unilaterally betray him.
The pity was, the other captured Peak Lower God of Plague couldn’t sign it, because the conditions for signing a Soul Contract were limited: the target had to be non–Spiritual Wisdom Clan, and had to fully agree from the bottom of their heart. On that point, Plague didn’t et the requirents.
Fortunately, with Yeluo’s help, when it ca to dealing with the Demon Clan, especially the Transcendent-level ones, Zhang Xiaoman now had a very powerful trump card. That was way more effective than however many bottles of Holy Water.
He was even already considering whether he should find a chance to have Yeluo give it a try and see if she could produce Holy Water, since according to the description in the System items, the source of Holy Water seed to be related to these Angels.
Even if the Holy Water she made wasn’t at the sa tier as Yeluo herself, at least all of that wouldn’t cost any points. By then, even if he distributed it to the Star Alliance mbers, it could greatly boost their Combat Power when fighting Low-level Demon Clan.
At this mont, because of the sudden situation over here, the two nearby factions that had been fighting each other had also stopped, and were all watching Zhang Xiaoman and the others with obvious nervousness.
"Three Divines, plus a Demigod... can soone tell what the hell is going on? How did all these big shots end up in our fleet?!"
One Commander’s face was full of panic; the pressure from those four figures in the field was simply too much. Not to ntion that just now a True God had fallen right before his eyes—it practically scared both his little hearts out.
"Thank you, all of you. This ti, the Lan Family owes you a favor."
Blue White Clothes was a very straightforward person. He expressed his thanks for everyone’s earlier help; he didn’t look nearly as cold as his appearance had suggested.
This ti, the Lan Family being able to win out in their clash with the Rothschild family was indeed largely thanks to the Strength these few had contributed.
Zi Kuang went without saying. This Transcendent powerhouse of the current era had directly joined the battle, standing side by side with Blue White Clothes against the two Rothschild brothers after they demonized.
Yeluo had even intercepted and killed the fleeing Vashanesh, helping the Lan Family eliminate a massive hidden danger for the future.
As for Zhang Xiaoman, as the key figure tying these two Transcendent-levels together, his credit was naturally indispensable. You could even say that without him, Zi Kuang and Yeluo would never have made a move, and he would have had to face two demonized Lower Gods alone.
Although Blue White Clothes wasn’t afraid of the other side—even after sleeping for so long and having his Strength greatly weakened—that forr title of his wasn’t for nothing.
If the two sides had kept fighting, even without help from Zi Kuang and the others, Blue White Clothes was confident that he’d be the one who won in the end, it was just that the price he’d have to pay would probably be extrely high.
Yeluo looked curiously at this white-robed man. Using her Talent, she had already seen through his true realm—he was actually a Peak Lower God, on the sa Level as Plague.
The burly man with purple hair next to him was about the sa as her; his Strength should be a bit higher than her own, so he couldn’t be considered weak either.
As for that Demon Clan mber she’d just killed, his Strength was actually even greater than the purple-haired brute’s. She could even sense so lingering auras not far away, that seed to belong to another Demon Clan mber and a Star Beast, but judging by the feel they should have already been taken out.
"Huh? There are still two Lower Gods fighting over there... Wait, sothing’s wrong with those fleets too. I think I can feel two forces spying on us..."
Yeluo held a finger to her chin, face full of shock and confusion. She’d only taken a quick casual look around, and what did she see? Nine Transcendent-level beings! If she counted herself and Lord Jixing, then the number of Extraordinary Level powerhouses present—or who had been present—had already broken into double digits.
Yeluo had no idea how the world had turned into this during the few thousand years she’d spent on the road to Rebirth. It had changed so much she barely recognized it. Transcendent-levels felt like cabbages on the roadside now; they could apparently even pile up enough to throw a party.
As a mber of the Holy Angel Clan, Yeluo didn’t usually have much contact with the Spiritual Wisdom Clan. Her race basically lived in seclusion from the world, spending their days mainly fighting the Plague Demon Clan. They couldn’t imprint Star Pattern, couldn’t use much equipnt, so naturally they seldom went to the territories of the Spiritual Wisdom Clan.
Even so, Yeluo still knew that Transcendent-levels were definitely not cabbages. No matter how nurous the Spiritual Wisdom Clan were, there was no way they could just casually produce close to a dozen Extraordinary Level powerhouses like this.
Yeluo was very curious about what had happened here, but she didn’t dare ask Zhang Xiaoman directly, afraid of disrupting Lord Jixing’s plans. She could only look around full of curiosity, wanting to see what exactly they were up to.
"With so many Transcendent-levels gathered here, Lord Jixing must be carrying out so kind of grand layout. So this is why the Star Lord hid his true Strength..."
Blue White Clothes had no idea what this Holy Angel was thinking, but seeing that expectant look on her face, could it be she was waiting for him to give her so sort of reward?
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