No one who can join the Four Saints Army is a fool.
The Ancient Demon race is quite large, and those selected for the Four Saints Army are all elites of their tribes. Those who can serve as commanders in the Four Saints Army are the elite of the elite. If it were the golden age of the Ancient Demon, they would surely be the pillars of a great family and be the pride of their generation.
Do they not understand how they ended up in this predicament?
Of course they understood, but the Ancient Demon Clan had a strict hierarchy, and they could do nothing but silently obey orders and watch as the most elite members of the Ancient Demon Clan were lost one after another in the hands of an incompetent general.
You yourself are afraid to take risks, yet you make us take them for you. Before this major event happened, they never imagined that the so-called greatest war priest in billions of years above them would be like this.
That is precisely why Ziyue's statement, "I will handle this myself," was so valuable that almost instantly, no one, from the commander to his subordinates, questioned why the military tally was in Ziyue's hands. Instead, a thought that they would never have had before arose: the military tally should have been in the hands of someone like her.
"Please be careful, Your Highness!"
"Yes, Your Highness, you only need to stall him for a moment, and I will definitely break through the formation in a quarter of an hour."
"It will only take me fifteen minutes!"
"Thirty breaths!!"
The voices, seemingly sulking, sounded like children vying for attention—so childish, yet because of this, their previously waning momentum seemed to instantly surge again.
The priest stood there, stunned, his face a complex mix of emotions.
He was the top student in countless simulations; otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen as the war priest without ever fighting a single battle. But when it came to the crucial moment, his direct subordinates, who had been with him for tens of thousands of years, were no match for someone else's brief words.
"I'll go with you," the priest suddenly said, as if possessed.
"No need." Ziyue didn't turn around, but instead observed the elusive figure appearing and disappearing on the battlefield.
"That man is very powerful. If I fall to him, with you here, at least I won't lose everything."
priest. "."
So she wasn't confident?
He assumed the other party was absolutely certain, given their resolute tone.
So, deep down, you weren't confident at all?
But why would you dare to do that?
For some reason, the priest suddenly felt his hands trembling uncontrollably. Had he been like this at the beginning? Always able to find a way out of a crisis? He felt that if he were his younger self, fresh out of school, he would have made the same choice.
When did I change?
"Your Highness." When she looked up again, Ziyue was nowhere to be seen.
"His Highness has already left." The lieutenant handed over something. "Please keep this safe, sir."
The priest was taken aback; the lieutenant handed him a military tally.
They didn't come to seize military power.
He suddenly remembered when the Warlock Dynasty's plan encountered a critical obstacle, she had also stepped forward and told all her people to let her take over.
Her tone was so firm, as if she was certain that if she took action, it would work.
I asked her back then, "Are you absolutely sure?"
Her answer was no.
"But isn't the very thing for a king to do when he's in a position to stand up for himself?"
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What happened?
The Quefeng darted across the battlefield at high speed, its brow furrowed.
He had clearly seen just now that the Four Saints Army ' aura was severely unstable, and their collapse had occurred in mere moments. So why did they suddenly unleash such a strong surge of blood and qi?
Did they collectively use some kind of secret technique?
Thinking of this, the Quefeng focused their attention highly. This was probably their last wave of counterattack as they faced death, and they could not be careless. The priest might even attack them at the crucial moment.
However, he didn't understand why the priest, given his poor behavior, shouldn't have left immediately.
He had already made arrangements to block the opponent's escape halfway, but the opponent actually chose to go all out. This is really not like that guy's style.
Just then, an alarm sounded at the fourteenth position of the Northern Formation. He frowned. This outbreak was more terrifying than he had imagined. Even the commanders of the formation probably did not expect the enemy to launch an attack at this time.
Thinking of this, he dared not delay. His qi and blood were unlocked again, and his previously exhausted physical strength was reborn, making his qi and blood extremely abundant.
This was his trump card, one he wouldn't use lightly.
The Empress's Yin Crow Flame is extremely wondrous. After forcibly sealing her King Level power, it can still gradually unseal it. This means that if a power below the King Level is in dire need of physical strength, it can be restored by unsealing the power.
Therefore, from the moment the opponent entered this place, it was impossible for him to win by attrition. Originally, he planned to feign weakness and lure the priest into making a move by appearing physically exhausted, but it seems that the guy didn't have the guts. Since he used a secret technique, he could no longer hide.
"I knew I was right."
Just as she was about to set off, a cold voice came from behind, sending a chill down Quefeng spine and making her shiver instantly.
Are you kidding me?
How could someone have infiltrated so close to me without me even reacting?
Judging from the source of the voice and the other person's aura, the woman speaking was no more than three zhang away.
"A top-tier assassin like you wouldn't be able to be injured by those commanders unless your stamina is completely exhausted, let alone the once-renowned Mr. Quefeng."
Without hesitation, the Quefeng unlocked the entire seal!
An assassin who can get close without being detected can only be King Level assassin; no one else could do that. This is the confidence of the Quefeng. And to fight against King Level assassin, the only chance is to unlock the King Level skill as soon as possible.
As for how to survive after unlocking it, that's something to worry about after you win.
What he absolutely could not allow was to die a miserable death at the hands of others, unable to use his own strength.
The King Level Quefeng is one of the most terrifying powerhouses of his time. Having plundered the power of several top-tier demons, he possesses numerous extremely terrifying methods and was once recognized as the most fearsome assassin. At that stage, none of the Four Great Guilds could deal with him alone.
At that time, he even planned to assassinate King Xiang in order to obtain the strongest Ghost King talent.
If it weren't for the guild setting a trap, Quefeng felt he had a great chance of winning. Many people agreed with this view, including King Chujiang, who was his friend.
So the moment Quefeng unleashed her King Level power, all the powerful individuals with sharp eyesight around her immediately turned to look.
At that moment, the priest felt a wave of lingering fear.
This is one of the reasons why he has never dared to take action.
They had intelligence about the Quefeng a long time ago; he was recognized as the number one assassin and the top raider among the King Level.
As expected, it lives up to its reputation.
Before seeing the other person's skills, he still had some wishful thinking, believing that the outcome of the battle between them would be fifty-fifty. But now he knew that if he had faced this guy from the start, he would definitely be the one to die!
Ziyue will die!