The four Moon-level powerhouses flashed and broke through the air, fleeing at high speed. The powerful strength that Zenit Martial Saint Krasic suddenly unleashed shattered their confidence to continue the stalemate. If they delayed any longer, not only would they fail to kill Krasic, but they themselves would also be mercilessly killed here.
But Krasic wouldn't give them that opportunity.
The sword technique was invoked again, and azure sword light pierced the sky, with streaks of sword light like shooting stars, relentlessly pursuing the attacker.
"Uh... Pfft!"
"Ah..."
Amauri and Costacurta clashed in mid-air with a sword strike. The terrifying power contained within the cyan sword light caused them to cough up blood and stumble as they fled, falling from the sky like birds struck by a giant arrow, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
At the same time, Krasic slammed two massive boulders, each weighing a thousand pounds, onto the ground with the blade of his sword. With a thunderous roar, they flew out like arrows, crashing into the direction where Iaquinta and Huntelaar were fleeing on the other side.
Damn it!
"Open!"
The two Moon Class powerhouses sensed the giant rock approaching from behind and their expressions changed drastically. They knew that Krasic was going to kill them all. In shock and anger, they turned around and frantically defended themselves, their palms and One Sword carrying crimson and bright silver flames, crashing into the giant rock.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the two giant rocks shattered, sending dust and rock fragments flying through the air like a silent, dazzling display of five colors.
At that moment, two cyan sword beams, with lightning speed, pierced through the dust and fireworks, mercilessly penetrating the bodies of Iaquinta and Krasic, causing two sprays of blood to fly and stain the sky.
"Ah..."
"Puff!!"
With two muffled groans, the two fell to the ground like kites that had lost their strings.
"Hahahaha..." Krasic laughed, brandishing his sword.
At this moment, Zenit's Martial Saint was like a god or demon. His former quiet demeanor was gone, and an unprecedentedly arrogant and domineering aura rose terrifyingly. His thick, long hair flew wildly in the night, covering his face. Only his eyes, which shone with a cold light, seemed to be able to see through and freeze everything.
"Die!" The Martial Saint his eyebrows, and the [ Heaven Sword ] rose again.
This chilling snort sent a jolt through the hearts of the four Moon Class experts, making them feel as if they had been struck by lightning, their bodies chilled to the bone.
At this moment, they were already seriously injured and their strength had greatly decreased. The intense pain had numbed their senses, and before they could react, Krasic's figure flashed in the blue flames and arrived in front of Iaquinta in an instant. The huge [ Heaven Sword ] in his hand transformed into a streak of light.
call out!
A head shot into the sky.
Even in death, an expression of disbelief lingered in those eyes that had rapidly lost their life.
Before arriving in the capital of Zenit, he could never have imagined that this was originally a meticulously planned Martial Saint Battle that would shake the entire continent. He was supposed to be the sole protagonist of this Martial Saint Battle. But why did everything suddenly turn upside down at the most improbable moment, and why did he go from being the original protagonist to... a dead man!
Thump!
The massive, headless corpse of Iaquinta collapsed to the ground, its mangled body, missing an arm, stirring up the last wisps of dust.
A Moon Class expert has fallen!
A Moon Class powerhouse, whom most people present could only look up to, a Guardian Martial Saint of a first-class empire on the continent, a martial arts master whom many found hard to associate with death, has fallen.
The summit of Martial Saint Mountain was eerily quiet for a moment.
Even the Zenit people, who had previously hated Iaquinta to the core, looked at each other in disbelief. Was this Spartak Martial Saint, who had recently been suffocating many Imperial warriors, really dead?
"Ahhh, run, run!" Amauri's near-collapse screams shattered the chilling silence.
He had suffered a crushing defeat against Krasic in the Moro Mountains, and his belief in the invincibility of martial arts had already cracked at that time. He originally thought that this operation to surround and kill Krasic would succeed, killing Krasic and thus severing this crack in his martial arts heart. Who knew that with Krasic's powerful outburst, the crack would only grow larger and larger, completely shattering his martial arts heart. Now, seeing his senior brother Iaquinta die in front of him, he was both afraid and terrified of the god of death Krasic, and had no confidence in facing this Zenit Martial Saint anymore.
Amauri's collapse left Huntelaar and Costacurta with no will to fight.
"Woo woo woo woo woo..." Huntelaar let out a sharp, low whistling sound that pierced the sky.
Almost instantly, the sound of giant wings flapping echoed from the dark, deep sky. In the bright, cold silver light of the demonic moon, four or five Big Black, each more than three or four meters in diameter, gradually became clear and swooped down toward the Martial Saint Mountain. At that moment, an indescribable pressure descended from the sky, and as the giant figures drew closer, this pressure became more and more obvious and clear.
"A griffin... it's the Griffin Knight Aerial Cavalry Hegemon of the Ajax Empire!" someone exclaimed.
Sun Fei was startled and looked up.
What swooped down from the sky was indeed a strange beast with enormous wings that stretched over twenty meters. This beast had the body and claws of a lion, but the head and wings of an eagle, and the tail of a wolf. Its feathers gleamed with a metallic bronze color under the silvery moonlight.
The eagle opened its beak and emitted an extremely piercing roar, as if it could stir the blood and heartbeat of a human. Its giant wings flapped, and sand and stones flew up from the mountaintop. Boulders weighing thousands of pounds rolled like grains of sand. The energy blasts unleashed by some Zenit warriors were dispersed by the huge wind force before they even reached the griffin.
Legend has it that adult wild griffins can reach the level of a tenth- King Class magical beast, comparable in strength to the [ Brown Bear of Flame ] previously slain by Krasic. However, these griffins before us have been artificially tamed by the beast tamers of the Ajax Empire. In order to cooperate with the knights, most of their wildness has been lost, and their strength has also decreased considerably, reaching approximately the level of a sixth or seventh-tier magical beast. In human terms, they would be equivalent to a six or seven- Star Class expert.
These griffins were incredibly powerful. Their animal instincts clearly made them sense the terrifying, overwhelming aura emanating from Krasic on the mountaintop, and they maintained a distance of a thousand meters from the summit, refusing to swoop down.
"Go!" Huntelaar's figure flashed like lightning, soaring into the air. He reached out into the night sky, seemingly grabbing something in mid-air, and then leaped onto the griffin's broad, stable back.
Amauri's eyes lit up, and he followed suit, leaping up in the same way.
Costacurta, however, moved swiftly, lifting a dark figure from the ground before suppressing his injuries and leaping high into the air. He paused briefly in mid-air before quickly leaping onto the griffin's back.
Only then did everyone see clearly that several thin ropes were hanging down from the griffin, allowing them to gain leverage in the air.
The three Moon Class experts were pitiful. At their peak, they could stand in the void and break through the air in the blink of an eye. Now, they were seriously injured and even leaping a thousand meters was a luxury. They could only rely on the hanging ropes. Their miserable state was beyond description.
"Chirp..."
The griffin let out a low cry, a sound similar to ultrasound that made everyone dizzy and unable to pursue. Then it quickly rose into the air, turning into four or five Little Black that hovered in the sky. It continued to climb, reaching a height sufficient to easily avoid the massive magical shield of the capital city of Saint Petersburg and the obstruction of the great mages in the magic tower before leaving.
" Krasic, today's humiliation will be avenged by the three great empires one day!"
"Hahaha, I know you're also badly injured. Take good care of yourself. The next time we clash will be the day your Zenit Empire is destroyed. At that time, your head, Krasic, will be hung at the gates of the Saint Petersburg Imperial Palace. Ahahaha!"
" Krasic, if you fail to kill us here today, tomorrow you will suffer the same fate as Martial Saint Brother Iaquinta! I, Amauri, swear to God!!"
The shouts and threats of the three powerful figures echoed from the sky. They seemed to know that Krasic was seriously injured and unable to pursue. Today's crushing defeat was a humiliation they would never forget. Four powerful figures had attacked him, yet they were slaughtered like dogs and fled in disarray.
The griffins circled and climbed higher and higher, about to leave. Krasic stood quietly on the ground without making a move. Gilano leaned against a boulder, with a beautiful woman in his arms and wine in his cup, also showing no intention of giving chase. Apart from the two Moon Class powerhouses, the others were too weak to pursue them.
Just as the three men were escaping amidst their arrogant laughter, a sudden change occurred—
"Coming and going as you please, what do you think Saint Petersburg is?"
A majestic and unquestionable voice suddenly emanated from the distant Zenit Palace, resounding throughout the night sky. As this voice, filled with royal aura, resounded, an indescribable powerful aura suddenly surged from the palace, and streaks of golden light shot out, filling the dark night sky.
When everyone looked closely, they were astonished to find that what appeared to be flowing light was actually a sky full of golden dragons. Each dragon was ten meters long, with golden scales covering their bodies, making them incredibly magnificent. The dragons roared, their cries filled with unimaginable pressure, and their speed was unbelievable. They defied the heavens and quickly caught up with the griffins, which had almost become Little Black dots.
Faced with the golden dragon, the griffins, known as the overlords of the sky cavalry, were utterly powerless to Resist. With a single sparring, five or six griffins were torn to pieces amidst screams of agony, and swathes of blood, bone fragments, and corpses fell from the sky.
First update.
I'm back in Handan now, and I can start updating at full speed tomorrow.