Two Sovereigns
Bab189s. The Battlefield Situation
BOOOOOM!!!
YOHAAAM!!!
DUAAARR!!!
BLAARR!!!
Various sounds of explosions, gun complaints, and clashes of Magic filled the coast which was once the most beautiful place in the Yang Empire, this beach is called the South Beach which is known as the dwelling place of the 11th level of the Serpent Goddess the Spirit Beast. But so far no one had seen him, because the most powerful Spirit beast right now was only at level 10, and even that could only be counted by one hand in the Southern Wind Continent.
The beautiful South Beach has now become very scary, blood splattered everywhere making the white sand become deep red.
People there attack each other using their skills, either using weapons or bare hands with the help of Magic that they master.
Far above the clouds were now nine humans and two Panda and Fox-shaped Spirit Beasts against five winged figures and four figures of people whose entire bodies were filled with tattoo-like patterns.
The fight they did would shake the earth if it was done on land, it was because they fought far above the sky, but the resulting shockwave still managed to occasionally make the ground shake violently.
Emperor Yang Qian, Fu Daiyu, Mad Hermit, Fire Clairvoyant, Sitar Hermit, Holy Flowers, Sacred Darkness, President Wanpi and President Mu were now fiercely fighting the enemies of the Southern Wind Continent, the Wing Race and Ghost Pattern Race.
Emperor Yang Qian teamed up with the Mad Hermit against the God Realm cultivators of the Wing Race, the Fire Clairvoyant and the Sitar Clerk were also facing off against one God Realm cultivator of the Wing Race. As for Fu Daiyu, President Wanpi, President Mu as well as the two Saints and two Spirit Beasts each against one God Realm cultivator from the Ghost Pattern Race and the Wing Race.
BOOOM!!!
President Wanpi bounced back, as well as his opponent who was one of the Wings Race, that Wings Race cultivator was a woman, his complexion was an eccentric red. His red wings made his appearance even more fiery, his eyes staring full of anger at President Wanpi.
Never had he, the Leader of the Wing Race had to be knocked off and sustained injuries in such a short exchange as before, "You have the ability, great. That way I will have fun," said the Wing Race Leader while laughing loudly.
Suddenly his body lit up brightly, his wings which originally had feathers, now fell out all and left a leather wing like a bat wing.
"Entertaining to Special circumstances?" President Wanpi frowned, obviously he knew about the Wing Race.
If the Wing Race used Special Circumstances, its strength would be many times stronger, its speed increased even higher, but there was no fear in the eyes of President Wanpi, not the least, it was a beautiful smile on the corner of President Wanpi's lips.
"I will accompany you for fun, before death to pick you up," President Wanpi said, then a fire blazed inside his body and burst out from all his meridians until it fused with his skin.
Now President Wanpi really looks like a walking lamp, his body is very bright.
(Yes gini is the illustration, but Feng Wanpi ga nyantuy ngopi, again war.)
Not yet had the woman let out her voice, President Wanpi had already started attacking him ferociously.
On the other hand Emperor Yang Qian's fight with the Mad Hermit against the Wings Race cultivators was more fierce because their difference in strength was very far away, originally the man from the Wing Race was underestimating Emperor Yang Qian and the Mad Sage because for him who had the cultivation of the God Realm, fighting against the two Empty Core Realms would be as easy as turning a hand.
But the circumstances said otherwise, Emperor Yang Qian's own strength could not be underestimated as it was able to withstand his strongest attack, not to mention that Emperor Yang Qian's regeneration was extremely terrifying, previously the Wings Race man had managed to make a huge hole in Emperor Yang Qian's chest. But in an instant the hole started to close and became smooth again as never before to be injured.
Coupled with the Mad Sage, now that their fight was balanced, it only needed an opportunity for them to launch a crushing attack on each other in order to kill in an instant.
The state of Sitar Sage and Fire Hermit was also arguably very good because with their combination, the man from the Ghost Pattern Race was successfully suppressed, the two of them were now charging continuously in order to kill the man.
What was unfortunate was the fight of the two Spirit Beasts against the experts from the Wing Race and the Ghost Pattern Race, although they were not injured in the least and were instead experts from the two injured Races, but now those two Spirit Beasts were being suppressed, as Spirit Beasts, they had high defense. So it's not strange if they don't get hurt in the least.
So far the war plot is on the side of the Southern Wind Continent, under the war carried out by the Spirit Realm cultivators downwards dominated by the troops of the Southern Wind Continent, those cultivators were from the three streams, White, Neutral and HItam. Although they were often at odds, but they would unite against enemies from other Continents who wanted their Continent.
There was a group of people dressed in noble robes, even if they were wearing noble robes, but their way of fighting made some people shudder in horror as they used poison to attack, even if they were to attack, they were the Noble She family who joined several other poison sects.
The poison possessed by Noble She was terrifying, even making the poison masters of the great sect shudder in horror.
On the frontlines were the Empire's troops, they looked extremely valiant when fighting the alien Race that entered the Southern Wind Continent.
The man who was the leader of the Ghost Pattern Race clucked in annoyance when he saw the fight was now being dominated by the forces of the Southern Wind Continent.
"Mo Moshi!" exclaim the leader of the Ghost Pattern.
"Yes, Dad!" A pale-skinned youth whose entire body was filled with purple-colored patterns approached the leader of the Ghost Pattern Race.
"Lead the geniuses to turn the tide of small battles down below," the leader of the Ghost Pattern Race said.
The young man nodded, immediately he bade his farewell to directly lead the geniuses of the Western Fire Continent to join in the small battle called his father. Yes, Mo Moshi was the son of Mo Yanjing the leader of the Ghost Pattern Race.
Mo Moshi's talent was truly terrifying, he now had a lifespan of twenty-two years, yet had already successfully entered the Spirit Realm, Mo Moshi had managed to set a record of becoming the youngest Spirit Realm cultivator, there was also the possibility that he would become a Spirit Realm cultivator in his thirties which meant that he would also become the youngest Empty Core Realm cultivator throughout the history of the four Continents.
Around the Southern Wind Continent, there were four other continents, namely the Northern Water Continent, the Eastern Land Continent, the Western Fire Continent and the Middle Wood Continent. Everything was in a circular position surrounding the Middle Wood Continent.
The Middle Wood Continent was the strongest of the other four Continents, they had extremely monstrous geniuses, people like Mo Moshi there were many in the Middle Wood Continent, they had such terrifying geniuses, yet they had never interfered in the matters of the other Continent, they had always been on the neutral side.
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Weekly Update: 07/14