At this moment, the most extraordinary legend of the Northern Region, the founder of the Zenit Empire, fell from the clouds to the mortal realm, transforming from a god into a mortal with his own joys and sorrows.
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden phantom shrank back into the scroll and disappeared.
Christo stood frozen in disbelief, his eyes glazed over, seemingly in a daze.
Regret? Disbelief?
Or is the resentment still there?
An overwhelming surge of emotions overwhelmed him instantly, suffocating him.
"No, Father... Pfft!" He spat out a large amount of shocking blood, fell backward, and fainted.
A terrifying silence filled the main hall.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Alexander, we pay homage to His Majesty Alexander..." The two ministers who had previously defected knelt on the ground with obsequious expressions, kowtowing and paying homage to Sun Fei.
Sun Fei said indifferently, "Someone like you dares to pay homage to me?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Bang!
The two sycophantic ministers instantly burst open like inflated balloons, their blood and bone fragments turning into red mist and disappearing completely into the air before they even hit the ground.
The other dozens of ministers were so frightened that they collapsed to the spot.
One by one, they were urinating and defecating, too afraid to stand or kneel, bending over and standing still, their expressions filled with terror.
A few of the more timid ones fainted from fright.
Sun Fei ignored them.
He rested his chin on his right hand, looking slightly tired, his eyes half-closed, as if waiting for something.
Outside the palace.
The roars and howls grew louder and louder, interspersed with the screams and wails of the Barcelona residents.
With the help of the Silver Crystal Battle Soul of Chambord City and other powerful figures, the Barcelona army of less than 50,000 stationed in the capital had no power to resist.
One can imagine what methods the enraged Zenit civilians would use to deal with these demons who burned down their homes and slaughtered their relatives. Even if they swallowed the flesh and blood of the Barcelona residents one bite at a time, it probably wouldn't be enough to quell their hatred.
Once the flames of anger are ignited, the power they unleash is absolutely terrifying.
At this rate, Saint Petersburg will likely be back under Zenit control before nightfall.
Time passed slowly.
Outside the palace, the surging tide of anger finally began to subside.
In the sky, a blood-red sun cast its crimson light across the land, illuminating the ruined walls and collapsed statues of Saint Petersburg with a flowing, blood-red hue.
It was at this time that...
Suddenly, a series of explosive sounds, like rolling thunder, echoed through the sky and reverberated across the earth.
Then, dozens of rapidly swaying figures appeared in the blood-red sky.
The energy from the fierce battle destroyed everything in the sky.
Ten minutes later, these figures slowly descended to the ground, landing precisely in the main hall of the Zenit Imperial Palace where Sun Fei was.
The figures stood in two separate groups.
Surrounding them were powerful members of the Douglas Mastiff Clan and twenty Silver Crystal Battle Soul led by the Hell Demon Armor Bastürk.
In the very center stood the four Extreme Dao experts: Busquets, Alves, Pedro, and Masiqielanuo, their expressions panicked, their auras weak and disordered, their clothes tattered, and their faces ashen.
"Has it finally arrived?"
Sun Fei sat reclining on the imperial throne, looking down at the four Extreme Dao experts with a chilling tone that exuded a terrifying power.
Busquets took a deep breath, a complex light flickering in his eyes, and stepped forward gently, uttering each word clearly. " Alexander!!!"
Sun Fei nodded. "It's me."
"Unexpectedly, Busquets, Zongheng the Western Region, has found himself in dire straits in a remote and small country like Zenit in the Northern Region."
Busquets slowly calmed down, gently circulating his strength to try and buy time. He continued, "However, although you are strong and could potentially kill us, you still cannot save Zenit. Because you are no match for Lord Messi, because he has already..."
"Oh, to correct you," Sun Fei looked down at the four Barcelona experts and shook his head, "It's not that I might kill you, but today, I am determined to kill you all. Do you think I'll let you go back?"
"Then you'll have to pay a heavy price. Losing four Demigod- level experts is no easy feat."
At this point, Busquets was already brimming with fighting spirit.
Although he is a Extreme Dao of strategy, his actual combat strength is by no means weak. When forced into a desperate situation, he can still unleash terrifying power.
"Really?" Sun Fei suddenly stood up.
As he stood up, an indescribable and terrifying pressure immediately emanated from him.
Busquets and the others' expressions changed drastically, their bodies swayed, and the flames of their Dou Qi aura flickered wildly.
Because Sun Fei's aura was constantly rising, seemingly without end, it was rising rapidly and wildly, instantly surpassing the peak of the Mid-Stage Demigod Class, and still did not stop, but was rising at an even faster speed.
A vast and powerful aura, so immense that even Demigod- level experts felt their hearts tremble, emanated from Sun Fei like a hurricane.
As a result, Busquets and the others had to exert all their power to fight back.
For a moment, Busquets and Pedro felt like monkeys trapped under a boulder, as if they could be crushed into pieces by the terrifying force at any moment.
What chilled them even more was that the momentum of Chambord City was still rising without end, without stopping.
In the blink of an eye, this power reached the Peak Demigod Class.
"This... how... how is this possible?"
Busquets's knees had begun to bend involuntarily, and beads of sweat streamed down his forehead and back.
The bodies of the four Barcelona Extreme Dao could no longer straighten. They were bent and hunched over by the terrifying pressure that permeated the air, like burdened children struggling violently, yet unable to stop themselves from slowly bending down.
"Roar, let's go for it!"
Of the four, Masiqielanuo made the first move.
If they continue to allow King of Chambord's aura to rise, they fear that within a few dozen seconds, they won't even have a chance to make a move, let alone defeat or escape.
The orange-yellow energy, viscous like liquid, was drawn from beneath the earth. Masiqielanuo's body shimmered with dazzling flames, and a huge yellow ancient Grizzly totem materialized behind him, merging with him as if into his body.
A series of roars, like the howls of Demon God, echoed through the main hall.
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