Updated: December 17, 2012
Swoosh swoosh swoosh
Golden sword energy surged across the sky. Emperor Yassin remained silent, fully unleashing his Sword Domain. Endless sword energy, like a torrential downpour, engulfed Masiqielanuo and Busquets. (High-speed update)
The Necromancer Hasselbaink also sheathed his Grim Reaper's Scythe and changed his fighting style, chanting a series of profound and obscure incantations. A gloomy and cold power gathered around him, quickly transforming into jet-black spears of light, which, together with Emperor Yassin, launched a long-range bombardment.
Failed at the last minute
If that silver light prison had lasted even a second longer, Busquets would already be dead.
Now, with the support of his companions and a little time to spare, the terrifying regenerative ability of a Demigod, combined with the aid of potions and other items, is enough for Busquets to recover from his seemingly fatal injuries in a matter of seconds and regain his fighting ability—of course, the loss of his source power is a necessary price to pay for such a serious injury.
Now, the situation in this battle is finally no longer as drastically tilted as before.
On the other side, Alves, filled with resentment, was already locked in battle with Lampard, the Golden Lion.
Lampard's strength was only at the Rising Sun Class Great Perfection, a whole realm below the Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection, making it impossible for him to withstand an attack from Demigod- level expert like Alves.
However, in the instant before the battle, Lampard suddenly summoned the power of the stars. Strands of visible starlight fell from the sky, transforming into the illusion of a majestic Golden Lion. The Golden Lion roared and charged at Lampard, instantly engulfing his imposing figure in golden armor.
When the golden flames dissipated, an extremely magnificent golden armor appeared on his body.
Streamlined armor and the finest components covered almost Lampard's entire body, echoing the power of the stars in the sky, protecting the Golden Lion within.
This is a power that is almost a domain, shimmering with a divine power.
With this power boost, Frank Lampard, the Golden Lion strength was originally a whole realm lower than Alves, experienced a surge in power. Incredibly, he displayed a powerful aura that was enough to rival Demigod- level expert. He drew his massive black sword, Demigod Dou Weapon, and his aura surged even further. Instead of retreating, he advanced and clashed head-on with Alves.
"What?! How is this possible?" Alves could hardly believe his eyes.
He originally intended to kill the weakest Zenit first to vent his anger, but who knew that his opponent would suddenly display such immense power? He was clearly just a lowly warrior at the Rising Sun Class Great Perfection, how could he have suddenly gained power comparable to his own?
What kind of power was swirling around him that could resonate with the heavens?
And what is the origin of that golden armor, that it possesses such supernatural powers?
And there was even an offensive sword-shaped Demigod Dou Weapon.
Alves suddenly felt like a fool who, while trying to pick a soft persimmon, mistakenly picked a hard fossil instead.
Boom boom boom boom
It was like a copper pot meeting an iron brush; they clashed head-on for hundreds of seconds, and neither could gain the upper hand.
Alves's domain power, capable of shattering any Dou Qi or magic, surprisingly did not gain the slightest advantage when it collided with Lampard's paper-thin layer of star power. On the contrary, he seemed to be at a disadvantage, which greatly shocked the violent Barcelona Demigod, whose expression became uncertain.
boom--
A series of violent explosions could be heard in the distance.
"That's enough," Emperor Yassin said, unleashing hundreds of sword energies in succession before finally stopping.
The battle has reached this point, with both sides evenly matched. It would take at least ten days to half a month to determine a winner. Continuing to fight would only be a waste of time. If the fighting really gets out of hand, the area around Saint Petersburg would be turned into a Hell.
Masiqielanuo and Busquets simultaneously withdrew their attacks and retreated a considerable distance.
"Hmph, I won't kill you today." Alves flashed forward, his emerald green eyes filled with a sinister and violent look.
"I'm waiting for you to come and kill me." Lampard remained calm, showing no anger at his opponent's provocation, as composed as a block of ice.
Seeing no opportunity, Alves reluctantly retreated to Busquets ' side.
"Unexpectedly, a small first-tier empire harbors so many hidden talents and Extreme Dao experts. Zenit truly deserves its title as the strongest nation in the Northern Region."
Busquets stared at Emperor Yassin, seemingly having forgotten the near-death experience he had just suffered. He sighed with emotion. His injuries had long since healed, but due to the excessive consumption of his primordial power, he appeared somewhat weak, and his face was terribly pale.
Emperor Yassin stood tall and imposing, merely sneering and refusing to utter a word.
"However, although powerful, they are far inferior to my Barcelona Empire. Continuing to Resist is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, courting destruction. If we anger the supreme Emperor Guardiola, I fear the Zenit bloodline will be severed forever," Busquets said earnestly. "Your Majesty is wise and insightful. Why not cease hostilities and serve Barcelona? With Your Majesty's talent, strength, and ability, you will surely be valued by Emperor Guardiola. Even if you cannot reach the level of Leo Messi, second only to the emperor, you can still become one of the most distinguished individuals in Barcelona."
"Is Barcelona invincible? Even if the gods invade, the Zenit people will only have to fight to the death." Emperor Yassin stood with his hands behind his back.
"Your Majesty is truly unwilling to reconsider," Busquets still tried to persuade.
"The millions of Zenit souls of the Southern Frontier, slaughtered by the Barcelona people, would not wish to see an imperial monarch kneeling before them." Emperor Yassin's voice was as clear as ice and snow, his expression as calm as ice and snow, and he even smiled slightly as he spoke, "Moreover, I also want to know just how powerful the Barcelona Empire, which claims to be the strongest in the Western Region, truly is."
"Utterly arrogant!" Alves sneered. "A foolish ruler from a small country dares to be so presumptuous. I'll make sure you die a horrible death."
"In a one-on-one fight, I will kill you in three moves." Emperor Yassin looked down at Alves with an imposing aura like a snow-capped mountain pressing down.
"You..." Alves roared in fury.
However, just as he was about to make his move, he saw the faint, mocking smile on his opponent's lips. For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him. All his courage vanished without a trace.
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