"Self-destruct?"
Sun Fei's smile grew even colder.
His aura surged at an unparalleled pace, and instead of slowing down, it accelerated.
Under the influence of this power, the air in the entire hall became viscous, as if it had turned into liquid. Even the powerful experts such as the Behemoth Beastmen and the Extreme Dao Mastiff Clan felt that space itself was distorted, and everything was shimmering like water ripples.
The extremely volatile and unstable elemental power within Busquets and Pedro, after fluctuating for a while, was compressed by this indescribable immense power, and like frightened children, gradually stabilized.
Faced with Sun Fei's unparalleled God Level power, they couldn't even manage to perish together.
"You... you're so cruel!"
Busquets's voice boomed directly from his throat.
His gaze was filled with a curse-like resentment.
"What? Now you're experiencing the anger of having your fate and life controlled by others?"
Sun Fei stared directly at Busquets and Pedro, but their resentful gazes, sharp as knives and swords, did not stir the slightest ripple in Sun Fei heart.
His Majesty the King's smile remained as serene as ever.
"I will repay the people of Zenit for the suffering the people of Barcelona inflicted upon them, tenfold. Rest assured, I will not let you die like this; I will send you back to Barcelona!"
After speaking, Sun Fei slowly extended his right hand.
A burst of pure golden light erupted.
Pedro and Busquets were involuntarily lifted into the air.
Golden flames enveloped their entire bodies, and then strands of crimson power were gradually stripped away from them.
"You... you are stealing our power, you..."
Feeling the Demigod power within his body surge forth like a flood bursting its banks, Pedro roared wildly.
Busquets struggled desperately to prevent the terrible thing from happening.
For a battle-hardened and determined warrior, death is not something to dread.
What truly and easily destroys them is the power they once so proud of, which begins to leave their bodies.
Such punishment, more so than any torture in the world, could break even strong men like Busquets and Pedro.
The two powerful Barcelona figures, who were enough to intimidate the entire Northern Region Continent, struggled in vain like chicks being choked by invisible Enforcer, and cursed wildly and violently like shrewish women who had been provoked.
However, it was all beyond repair.
As their strength drained away more and more rapidly, an unprecedented feeling of weakness overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.
Their bodies began to hunch, their skin began to wrinkle, their eyes began to become cloudy, their voices began to become hoarse, their teeth began to fall out, their hair began to turn gray, their backs began to bend, and Old Man spots began to appear on their bodies... It was as if, in less than twenty seconds, the torrent of time had flowed over them for thousands of years.
This is the consequence of losing Demigod- level power.
The strong can maintain their lifespan through power. Demigod- level powerhouses have lifespans of hundreds of years, so even if they are over a hundred years old, they look like young people.
However, once the powerful force leaves them, their bodies will instantly revert to the appearance of an ordinary person who is hundreds of years old, becoming extremely aged.
Just like Busquets and Pedro.
In the blink of an eye, the power of the two Demigod- level experts was completely drained, turning into two solid-like orbs of light that slowly floated into Sun Fei's palm. Then, with a flash of light, they disappeared.
Snap!
Snap!
Busquets and Pedro's aged bodies, having lost their strength, fell helplessly onto the hard ground, letting out painful groans.
Having lost their Demigod- level power, they became as weak and frail as ordinary Old Man in their nineties, even struggling to speak.
Sun Fei's gaze fell on the last Barcelona powerhouse.
"No..." Alves understood the meaning in King of Chambord's eyes and struggled in terror. "Spare me! I'm willing to serve Zenit! I'm Demigod- level powerhouse with immense strength. I know everything about the Barcelona Empire. I can be Your Majesty's striker in your attack on Barcelona. I'm willing to die for you..."
"You're right." Sun Fei nodded. "You are indeed very useful. Moreover, I can plant a restriction within you, ensuring you can never betray me for the rest of your life, becoming my loyal dog. A Demigod- level dog might be quite interesting."
In his desperate attempt to survive, Alves couldn't care less about anything else.
He nodded gleefully, "Yes, yes, Your Majesty, spare me! I can be your dog, your loyal dog..."
"But raising a dog that might bite its owner at any moment isn't a fun thing," Sun Fei's gaze suddenly turned piercing. "Moreover, the Zenit warriors who died at your hands, the Zenit women you insulted, don't want you to continue living. I am the King of Zenit, how could I let a dog stained with the Bloody of Zenit continue to live? I will use the power of the Zenit people to conquer Barcelona!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Sun Fei reached out his hand.
An overwhelming force surged forth, lifting Alves, who was struggling desperately like a cornered beast, into the air.
The same thing happened to him.
Within seconds, the power of this Barcelona Demigod- level expert was completely drained.
Alves had become a short, stocky, hunched Old Man in his eighties, extremely weak.
He could barely stand, crawling on the ground, gasping for breath, his breath barely a whisper.
"I will send you and both of them back to the Barcelona Empire. It's better for the dog's former owner to decide its fate!"
Sun Fei's words plunged Alves into deep despair.
During the previous battle, Busquets and Pedro witnessed his surrender. If the three of them were sent back to the Barcelona Empire alive, Busquets and Pedro, because of the Catalan royal blood flowing in their veins, could still live out their old age in peace even if their strength could not be restored. However, he himself was an outsider, and because he had been too arrogant before, he had offended many people. Once he returned to the Barcelona Empire, his fate would be a thousand times more miserable than death.
Unfortunately, all of this is no longer within their control.
First update <dd>