Chapter 602: Why Stop Showing It to Us?

The man with brown hair, appearing to be in his forties or fifties, looked on with deep contempt: "Little brat, this is no place for you."

Hardly had his words fallen when Gabriel raised his blood-soaked right hand toward the path ahead, his fingers splaying wide.

A crimson vortex slowly took shape, swirling outward in tandem with his opening palm.

The very instant this bloody vortex manifested, the black-armored knight felt a sudden shock; the powerful sub-dragon beneath him, despite its colossal frame, seemed to be pulled toward the youth entirely against its will.

Soul-Devouring Outrage!

Beneath the pull of this vortex, all things would instantly freeze in their tracks, and any power would be sealed away by the terrifying crimson maelstrom; once caught within it, breaking free was nigh impossible.

"You court death!" That black-armored knight was a Heaven-ranked knight, an existence high above the masses; how could he tolerate such an blatant provocation from a youth who had barely stepped into the seventh tier?!

With a ferocious sweep of his blade, a massive wave of sword qi slashed forth, intending to cleave Gabriel clean in two.

"Illusion Sword Dance!" Another streak of sword qi descended from the heavens, crashing into the knight’s strike almost simultaneously in a thunderous collision.

The powder of colorless cubes drifted upon the wind, the gray ash seemingly recounting the immense power that had just burst forth.

Theia, Luo Piaoling, and several others had clearly fought their way to the scene.

Boom!

The sword qi surged, its mere aftermath rippling outward like a tempest; a fierce gale whipped across their faces as a streak of bloody light slashed down ruthlessly.

A mournful wail echoed as the powerful strike shattered nearly the entire skull of the giant dragon beneath the black-armored knight, blood erupting in a shower!

"You all court death!" Holding his massive blade, the black-armored knight bore a solemn countenance, the golden markings on his brow flashing brightly. "To dare provoke me, 'Divine Punisher' Audu—turn to ashes beneath the glory of God!"

Among the six great knights, he was absolutely an elite among elites; if he deployed divine power, he was an existence that could directly step into the ninth tier!

A terrifying power rippled out in all directions, causing even the ground to crack and fracture, as if unable to bear the weight of such might.

"Not bad, not bad." Within the grand hall, the lofty existences nodded in approval. "This little fellow has actually reached the ninth tier as well?"

"To think they have the audacity to fight their way here—these natives shall pay for their arrogance!" Another elder clad in clerical robes spoke with cool indifference. "I can already see these ignorant natives being crushed to death like ants."

Yet, the very moment his voice trailed off.

"Divine power, is it?" From behind Gabriel and the others drifted a middle-aged man with curly hair, clad in a royal blue robe and holding a thick tome. Embroidered upon the chest of his robe was a golden cross.

Though the Western Region was dominated by martial might, it did not mean they lacked existences similar to cultivators.

He softly chanted an incantation, and a faint, shimmering glow gradually began to ignite upon their weapons:

Weapon Blessing!

Immediately after, another light descended upon Gabriel's head.

Divine Invocation!

This was not the end; they soon witnessed yet another light fall upon Gabriel.

Light of Revenge.

And still, there was more.

Honor Blessing!

Fountain of Life!

Healing Wind!

...

Light after light flashed over Gabriel, Luo Piaoling, and the others; by the time the middle-aged man holding the cross ceased his blessings, the three of them stood together, radiating an incredibly terrifying aura.

"May the Holy Light protect you!" The middle-aged man in the royal blue robe chanted deeply, finally concluding his spellcasting.

"What is this?!" At this moment, everyone stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded.

These natives... where did they get such things?!

"Haaa—!" Following a furious roar, Gabriel made a gripping motion with his left hand; the blood, which had already thickened into a paste-like substance, slowly writhed and gathered along his arm into his palm, unexpectedly condensing into a new blade.

"Haaaaaa—!" An unarticulated howl of pure rage erupted from his throat as this warrior, who was merely of the seventh tier, charged directly at the knight who had already reached the ninth tier under the drive of divine power!

"Stake everything as warriors of the Western Region—kill!" Theia and Luo Piaoling roared in unison, charging forward in a frenzy.

...

Their roaring cries seemed to ignite the flames of the entire battlefield, stretching beyond Lingzhou to the Deserted Sea Region as well.

"Let us turn our gaze to this battlefield that we have yet to grace with our presence." Luther finally adjusted the spell projection to the Morning Star Sea battlefield, but in the next instant, a sight that horrified everyone met his eyes.

The army of cultivators from the Morning Star Sea had likewise locked horns with these outer-realm legions.

A woman in a long green dress could be seen walking gracefully across the battlefield, as if taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard.

Before her stood a gold-armored knight of the eighth tier; the knight thrust his sword forward, and the moment it made contact.

Everyone saw a sudden flash of white light before their eyes.

What followed immediately after was an explosion of world-destroying magic power!

Instant Magic Bomb!

In a mere blink of an eye, as that magical energy retracted, the giant sword and armor of the eighth-tier knight looked as though they had been run over by a multi-ton truck.

He breathed his last instantly!

"Oh—! This, this is impossible!" The spell projection immediately shifted to another direction.

An arrogant laughter pierced through nearly the entire battlefield; a woman could be seen wielding baneful aura like a whip, transforming it into a blade of slaughter. Behind her, demonic shadows danced, and the malevolent aura belonging to demons almost blanketed the entire field!

Bloody light spread, and bladed fangs danced wildly.

One knight after another fell around her, like wheat before a scythe.

That had once been the power of a demon, Shui Xianyun’s nightmare, but now, it had become her supreme aid.

At almost the very same moment, on the battlefield not far from her, a figure clad in a black robe soared high into the air.

Beneath him, blood surged and churned like a pool of death, transforming into tornadoes, blades, and even a terrifying hell of blood.

Be it blood, ice, or fire, countless terrifying techniques blossomed amidst the crowd, like lotuses of bloody fire—eerie, yet possessing an incomparably moving brilliance!

"Oh! No, this isn't real!" Luther, witnessing this scene, was already speaking incoherently, hastily shifting the spell projection once more to another location.

This time, he finally found a spot that seemed promising; in the projection, several civilian martial artists from the Jiuhua City shop were already showing signs of faltering under the encirclement of several well-equipped and extremely powerful knights.

"Oh, look! Though these natives have a few strong individuals, their overall strength is still lacking." Luther held a cup of tea, his mouth so dry it felt as though it would crack.

The moment his voice fell, a dark, heavy flash of sword light streaked across.

Sera, Xia, and the others sitting in White Pigeon Square saw a short-haired young man, appearing to be around thirty years old, wielding a peculiarly brilliant blade; that flash of sword light passed by like the gaping maw of a giant dragon.

Raging Dragon Cry!

The knights who had been besieging the civilian martial artists just a moment ago were instantaneously launched high into the air, as if struck by a speeding train.

"The Black Light Sword Saint, it's the Black Light Sword Saint!" someone cried out in pleasant surprise.

The short-haired young man raised his lightsaber high and roared, "Brothers, take up your weapons and drive these invaders out!"

Luther: "Pffft—!"

Only a spray of water could be seen blanketing the spell projection.

Then, in an instant, everything went black.

"Hey—!" the elf maiden Sera cried out, springing to her feet. "Why did it stop showing us?!"

"Ahhh—!" several other elves leaped up in succession, and even the two assassins lurking in the shadows felt a sudden wave of madness wash over them.

They had been watching at the peak of their excitement! How could it just vanish?!

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