Chapter 325

Grayson burst forth instantly, shooting out like a cannonball and closing in on the woman in the white dress once again.

The two Master Rank experts clashed once again.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the Church of Blood Origin followers and the Lion Knights had also reached a fever pitch.

People were falling on both sides every moment, and the number of corpses on the ground was increasing.

Strangely, no matter how much they fought, the combat strength of both sides remained in a state of equilibrium.

Whichever side has the advantage will suffer heavy casualties in no time.

It was as if an invisible hand was controlling this battle.

But they're all blinded by rage now and completely oblivious to these details.

Furthermore, with Gorehowl continuously unleashing [Declaration of Strife] from afar, their war-mongering desires intensified, leaving them even less time to pay attention to these other things.

Shen Xing and his generals continued to observe the battle silently from a distance.

About five minutes later.

"Most of the second and third-tier powerhouses are dead, and there aren't many knights left in Weideng Royal City. The situation is better than I expected."

Shen Xing was satisfied.

Although this incitement was only a spur-of-the-moment decision, it was quite effective.

"Boss, when do we make our move?" Da Hou rubbed his hands together, seemingly unable to wait any longer.

"No rush."

Shen Xing shook his head and said, "Let them fight for a while longer, at least until these two Master Rank experts have a victor."

Upon hearing this, the generals nodded solemnly and focused intently on the battlefield projection, ready to strike at any moment.

At this moment, the battle cries in the Flowing Oil Valley battlefield were growing increasingly faint.

Both sides have very few people left.

The battle between the two Master Rank experts is nearing its end.

"The Wrath of the Hundred Beasts!"

Grayson let out a low shout, his speed increasing dramatically once again, instantly rushing in front of the woman in the white dress and swinging his axe to strike.

"Puff!"

The white-dressed woman's shield was instantly torn apart, and a sharp pain shot through her body as she was sent flying backward once more.

It rolled on the ground dozens of times before finally managing to stop.

But at that moment, she could no longer stand up.

Grayson's axe strike was too brutal; a bloody gash ran from his left shoulder to his right waist.

If it weren't for this woman being Master Rank expert with an astonishing physique...

Anyone else would have been chopped into pieces long ago.

Even so, she had reached her limit; all her energy was only enough to keep her injuries from worsening.

Of course, things weren't much better in Grayson's case.

Having withstood so many star strikes from the woman, even while wearing armor, most of his bones were shattered.

He's only alive now thanks to his amazing physique.

"Cough... cough cough... you stinky woman..."

Grayson wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "You actually caused me such a serious injury... It will take at least a few months to recover!"

"But it's all over now, let me see you off on your final journey."

With that, he picked up his battle axe and walked towards the woman in the white dress in the distance.

A blinding white light condensed between the axe blades, and a terrifying killing intent locked onto the opponent.

The woman in the white dress lay on the ground, watching the approaching, imposing figure, a look of resentment in her eyes.

She tried to get up from the ground, but she couldn't muster any strength at all, and despair filled her heart.

Was she, the Saintess of the Blood Origin Cult, destined to perish here?

And it was because of a random, inexplicable battle?

"Go to hell!"

Grayson roared, and the destructive light within his battle axe reached its peak!

Just then, a red light flashed in the white-dressed woman's eyes, and the full moon above her head instantly transformed into a Blood Moon.

Not only that, her dress also turned red in an instant, and the veins on her skin writhed like earthworms.

The next second, boundless blood energy surged out from her body.

"Boom!"

Grayson's fatal blow came out instantly, but only stirred up a cloud of blood mist.

When the blood dissipated, there was no trace left except for a crack several hundred meters long.

The woman in the white dress had vanished without a trace.

"They ran away?"

Grayson sensed the fluctuations in the surrounding space, his killing intent undiminished. "You can't escape. With such severe injuries, you can't go very far."

"I'll deal with the remaining few useless ones first, then I'll capture and kill you!"

He snorted coldly, then looked at the knights still fighting in the distance, and charged forward like a tiger.

He wielded the hundreds-of-pounds battle axe with incredible skill, Execute the Blood Origin Cult followers like livestock awaiting harvest, one axe at a time.

A moment later, only one black-robed man remained, lying in a pool of blood, staring at him with resentful eyes.

"The Mother of Blood Origin... will not... let... her go...!"

A large foot stomped down, crushing his head to pieces.

Grayson took a deep breath, slowly calming the restless blood in his body.

At this moment, as he looked again at the devastated battlefield and the corpses scattered all around him, he felt a strange sensation in his heart.

This battle was truly fought in a rather inexplicable way.

His initial thought was simply to intimidate this group of mixed-race Asians; he never intended to fight them to this extent.

Now, not only is he himself seriously injured, but his knightly order has also suffered heavy casualties, with only a dozen or so remaining.

"This is troublesome... How am I supposed to explain this to His Majesty?"

Grayson had a bit of a headache. "Oh well, we already have the goods, and they're in our hands anyway."

"When we got back, we told them that these Asians had gone back on their word and tried to harm me, but we ended up killing them."

He quickly came up with a plan and was preparing to lead the remaining knights away.

And just then...

A soft whooshing sound rang in my ears, accompanied by a streak of light rushing towards me at breakneck speed.

Grayson suddenly felt a deadly sense of crisis.

"Who!?"

He let out a low shout, instinctively raised his battle axe, and unleashed a terrifying axe aura to meet the streak of light.

Strangely, the moment his axe energy made contact with the stream of light, it seemed as if he had touched a phantom, and was passed through without any hindrance.

Before his astonished eyes, the streak of light struck his body in an instant.

"Pfft!"

With a tearing sound, Grayson suddenly felt a sharp pain!

The next second, a clear line of blood slowly appeared, starting from his temple and running down to his lower abdomen.

This attack ignored his defenses and struck his body directly, making him feel as if he were being cleaved in two.

"Puff--"

Grayson coughed up another mouthful of blood, his breath already as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

This attack was Hellscream's self-created skill, [Split the Sky], unleashed from several kilometers away!

The attack has a 100% magic-breaking effect and ignores protective measures such as shields, barriers, and magic barriers.

Even the defenses of Master Rank expert are practically useless.

The remaining Lion Knights were utterly astonished to see their knight commander suddenly mortally wounded.

Weren't the enemies already dealt with? Where did this attack come from?

But before they could react, the dense darkness spread out like ink, enveloping them completely!

At the same time, powerful figures rushed in from afar.

Among them were tall orcs riding blood-red dire wolves, red-haired mages wielding staffs, and knights of light raising their maces...

Each of them exuded a powerful aura!

Without the slightest hesitation, these figures unleashed a barrage of attacks the moment they drew near.

"Swish! Swish swish!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Huge fireballs rained down from the sky, creating mushroom clouds in their wake.

There were also countless Frostbolt, a sky full of metallic wings, and a dense barrage of arcane missiles...

The massive attacks completely overwhelmed them.

"Pfft! Pfft pfft!"

The remaining dozen or so lion riders didn't even have time to scream before they were torn apart on the spot by the raging energy.

Even Knight Commander Grayson was completely overwhelmed by this saturation attack.

When the first wave of attacks ended, the entire Lion Knights were annihilated.

Only the burly knight commander remained, lying in a pool of blood, his face filled with bewilderment.

With his last bit of strength, he raised his head and looked at those figures.

At that moment, he understood; he understood everything!

"It was... you... who were behind this..."

Grayson's eyes widened, and he roared in Wrath, "You despicable bastards, how dare you betray me, the Knight Commander! I'll make you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a jet-black dragon claw descended from the sky, aiming straight for his face.

"Puff!"