Each Displays Their Own Methods

Crimson-gold beams burst from his eyes, striking the twelve Sovereigns on the field with pinpoint accuracy. Aside from the beam aimed at Evernight Sovereign, which was swallowed and extinguished by thick, profound darkness, none of the other Sovereigns escaped.

Including Stephen Simpson and Cowboy Locke, the spiritual power within every Sovereign immediately went out of control, thick cords of flesh bulging beneath their skin.

It was as though every cell in their bodies had come alive and developed thoughts of its own. Their self-awareness instantly collapsed, and a deep voice echoed through their minds:

"Do not make pointless resistance. Do not make pointless resistance."

The Sovereigns of the evil faction were caught completely off guard.

One move suppressed eleven Sovereigns. This was Demon Eye's Bewitching Eye, a Bewitching Eye that even Fear Heavenly King could not resist.

"Click, click." Fu Qingyang pulled a heavy black iron case from his Inventory. Amid the sounds of mechanisms and gears turning, the case sprang open, revealing twelve hiltless longswords arranged inside.

The twelve flying swords whistled out, automatically splitting into two groups and shooting toward the two Wind Mages: Seraph and Hurricane's Wrath.

This was a new technique Money Prince had developed recently—combining sword control with Skill Nearing the Dao to take a man's head from a hundred meters away.

The frail Wind Mages could neither evade his swords nor withstand the razor-sharp sword qi contained within the twelve flying swords.

"Bang!"

A gunshot echoed through the arena.

The instant the shot rang out, Demon Eye Heavenly King's head exploded. Bone fragments, flesh, and brain matter sprayed everywhere.

His body swayed precariously for a moment before crashing down, the crimson-gold demon eyes on his body closing at once.

The Ancient War God, possessed of a body of bronze skin and iron bones, had