At this moment, on the opposite side, the battle had ended. None of the sixteen Moon Class experts were able to escape with their lives; they were all hunted down and killed, perishing in the Yellow Springs. A moment of greed and flattery caused these powerful individuals, who could have dominated a region, to pay the heaviest price.
This is the natural law of the Azeroth Continent, where the strong rule and the hunter reign supreme. Only the truly strong can survive in this cold and cruel world of hunting and counter-hunting.
All the Zenit Moon Class powerhouses had slowly gathered together, forming a human wall centered on Frank Lampard, who was wearing the Leo Gold Cloth, blocking the void in front of Saint Petersburg.
Materazzi and Sutton were the most battered, bearing multiple wounds, none of which were fatal. Blood stained their armor, but their eyes remained sharp and eager, clearly the battle had given them much inspiration. Materazzi, the Empire's foremost bard, had long been stuck at the High-Tier New Moon Class Pinnacle, unable to make further progress. Today's desperate battle had actually helped him break through his bottleneck and enter the Half Moon Class level, a stroke of good fortune indeed.
Drogba and the Gold Saint also had scars, but compared to the previous two, they were much lighter, just shallow wounds.
The second-generation Gold Cloth, forged from the Black Iron Essence and the Demon Remains, incorporates the Divine Runes technology mastered by the [ Madman's Laboratory ]. Combined with the protection of the power of the stars and the improved forging skills of the blacksmith Charsi, it possesses astonishing defensive power. It can protect the Saint's body to the greatest extent. Even if directly hit by an opponent of the same level, it can block 90% of the damage. This is the main reason why Drogba and others can only attack and not defend in group battles, and wreak havoc on all sides.
"Hmph, how laughable! You, the second disciple of the Martial Saint, have quite the audacity. Not only have you fabricated a colossal lie to frame my king, but you've also been relentlessly pressing me, constantly vowing to uproot Chambord City from the continent and make the imperial family pay a bloody price. What, now that we've reached the point of close combat, you don't even recognize the warriors of Chambord City?"
Lampard retorted with a cold laugh.
This was the first time this taciturn, genius martial artist had spoken so many words.
"What? You're all working for the King of Chambord?"
Even though D'Alessandro was a man of deep cunning and rarely showed his emotions, at that moment his face revealed an expression of extreme shock.
He never expected to receive this answer; it was utterly outrageous. Had the world gone mad? How could such a small vassal state possess such formidable strength?
"What, scared now?" Drogba chuckled coldly, clenching his fist with ill intent.
D'Alessandro's pupils suddenly contracted.
He paused, then suddenly realized something, his expression changed, and he burst into laughter. "I truly didn't expect Chambord City to possess such strength. It has indeed taken me by surprise. Is this the capital that allows you to dare to oppose me? However, hahaha, this should be your entire strength? The strongest warriors have all come to Saint Petersburg to protect the royal family. I'm afraid that at this moment, Chambord City is completely empty? Hahaha!"
The laughter was filled with sarcasm and Taunt.
Drogba looked disdainful and was about to say something when he was stopped by the Bootlicker prison guard Oleg. The fat man rolled his eyes, feigned a look of great shock, and exclaimed, "You... what do you mean by this?"
D'Alessandro wore a smug and cruel expression, sneering, "I'm afraid by now, Chambord City has already been turned into a sea of blood. Everyone, including every member of the royal family, regardless of age or gender, has been slaughtered. Haha, truly, their cleverness has backfired..."
Oleg trembled with terror, as if shaking off lice, and screamed, "What do you mean? You sent men to Chambord City? How despicable of you..."
"Hahahaha," D'Alessandro laughed heartily, his voice no longer able to conceal his smugness, and said, "I had already dispatched another force to slaughter the Chambord City, led by a Great Sun-Rank Venerable. With such strength, slaughtering an empty city without any powerful protectors is a piece of cake. Hahaha, this is what happens when you oppose me!"
D'Alessandro was prepared to revel in the pitiful expressions of his opponents' terror and panic by revealing this secret.
but--
"Ha, hahaha, hahaha, that's hilarious!"
"Oh my god, this is hilarious! Ouch, my stomach hurts from laughing!"
"Haha, this... this kind of idiot... dares to be an enemy of my king? Hahahaha!"
"Oh my god, this idiot is hilarious! Hahaha, he's like a clown!"
D'Alessandro was met with a burst of laughter from the dozen or so Moon Class powerhouses opposite him. Drogba and Pierce, in particular, showed no respect for the second disciple of the Martial Saint, laughing so hard they were almost in tears, clutching their stomachs in exaggerated ways. In the end, even the Bootlicker prison guard Oleg couldn't keep up the act anymore, slapping his thigh and laughing wildly while wiping away tears.
The group looked as if they were watching a ridiculously funny clown perform.
"Damn it, you... you lowly rats, what are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?" D'Alessandro roared, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
Across from them, after the group had laughed enough, the young divine master Garcia finally suppressed his urge to burst into laughter. He casually tossed out a dark object and shouted, "Hey, by the way, is the Great Sun-Rank Venerable expert you mentioned him?"
D'Alessandro frowned. He reached out, and an invisible force lifted the dark figure into the air. Upon closer inspection, he almost screamed in shock. The dark figure was none other than Albelda, the leader of the group he had sent to Chambord City —a powerful Anzhi Empire expert at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable.
This once-powerful expert, who should have been a force to be reckoned with, was now limp and unconscious, like a mangy dog whose tendons had been pulled out. He was unaware of whether he was alive or dead. His terrifying power, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, had vanished without a trace, leaving him as an ordinary old Old Man with no Dou Qi spirit whatsoever.
An indescribable sense of surprise and fear instantly filled the mind of the Martial Saint's second disciple.
With a grim face, he released a wisp of power into Albelda's body. Upon careful observation, he discovered that all the Dou Qi channels within this absolute powerhouse's body had been destroyed. An indescribable and terrifying alternation of ice and heat was constantly damaging Albelda's body. His internal space was also completely destroyed, and not a trace of his Great Sun Class source power remained. His entire strength was utterly destroyed, and even if a god descended to earth, it would be impossible for him to recover his strength.
A powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable, standing at the top of the food chain on the Azeroth Continent, was transformed into a half-dead cripple.
Fifth update.