Updated on 2012-12-17
Swoosh swoosh swoosh
Golden sword energy surged from the sky. Emperor Yassin, without uttering a word, unleashed his full Sword Domain. The endless sword energy, like a torrential downpour, engulfed Masiqielanuo and Busquets.
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 and quickly transformed into jet-black spears of light, cooperating with Emperor Yassin to launch a long-range bombardment.
Failed at the last minute
If that silver light prison had held out for even a second longer, Busquets would have been a victim of the blade.
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 those seemingly fatal injuries and regain his fighting ability within tens of seconds. Of course, the depletion of his source power is a necessary price to pay for such a serious injury.
The tide of this battle has finally turned, and the balance is no longer as drastically tilted as it was before.
Meanwhile, Alves, fueled by resentment, was locked in a fierce 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 the attack from Demigod- level powerhouse like Alves.
But just before the battle, Lampard suddenly drew upon 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 and 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 below Alves, experienced a surge in power and unbelievably displayed a powerful aura capable of contending with Demigod- level expert. He then drew his Demigod Dou Weapon, and instead of retreating, he advanced, engaging Alves in a head-on battle.
"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 suddenly possess 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; in just over ten seconds, they clashed head-on for hundreds of rounds, and neither could gain the upper hand.
Alves's domain power, capable of shattering any Dou Qi or magic, surprisingly held no advantage against Lampard's paper-thin layer of star power. In fact, he seemed to be at a disadvantage, which greatly shocked the violent Barcelona Demigod, whose expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.
boom
A series of violent explosions could be heard in the distance.
"That's enough," Emperor Yassin sighed after unleashing hundreds of sword energies, finally stopping.
The battle has reached this point, with both sides evenly matched. It would be impossible to determine a winner in less than ten days or half a month. Continuing to fight would only be a waste of time. If a real battle were to break out, the area around Saint Petersburg would be turned into a Hell.
Masiqielanuo and Busquets simultaneously withdrew and retreated a considerable distance.
"Hmph, I won't kill you today." Alves' figure flashed, his emerald green eyes filled with a sinister and violent expression.
"I'm waiting for you to come and kill me." Lampard remained calm, showing no anger whatsoever due to his opponent's provocation; his composure was like that of an ancient block of ice.
Having no opportunity to take advantage, Alves reluctantly retreated to Busquets ' side.
"I never imagined that such a small first-tier empire would harbor 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 endured. He sighed, noting that Yashin's injuries had long since healed, though he appeared weak and terribly pale due to the excessive consumption of his primordial energy.
Emperor Yassin stood tall and imposing, merely sneering and remaining silent.
"However, although powerful, they are far inferior to my Barcelona Empire. Continuing to Resist is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock and courting destruction. If we anger the supreme Emperor Guardiola, I fear the Zenit bloodline will be severed forever," Busquets said with utmost seriousness. "Your Majesty, with your profound wisdom and exceptional insight, why not cease hostilities and pledge allegiance to 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 all of Barcelona."
"Is Barcelona invincible? Even if the gods invaded Zenit people would 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, are unwilling to submit to an imperial monarch who kneels 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 battle, I will kill you in three moves." Emperor Yassin looked down at Alves with an aura as imposing as a snow-capped mountain.
"You..." Alves roared in fury.
But just as he was about to make his move, he saw a faint, mocking smile on his opponent's lips. For some reason, his heart suddenly turned cold, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. All his courage vanished in an instant.
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