Yi Zuojun, who had remained silent until now, activated his power the instant the Grand Elder did so. He unleashed all his abilities, disregarding his incomplete mastery of controlling the energy of heaven and earth, releasing all the power he could muster. His entire body turned blood red, like a blood-soaked butcher hacking at the Knights of the Round Table before him.
"Pfft, pfft!"
With two soft sounds, the two Knights of the Round Table were broken into four pieces like tattered leather in the face of the powerful attack. Their sturdy armor was severed by the crimson light, and it took three seconds for them to let out a deafening scream after their bodies were separated.
"stop!"
The Pope's rebuke came belatedly, then his tone became even more furious: "Annihilate!"
Two beams of light, brighter than before and so bright they could hurt the eyes, descended from the sky and struck Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun directly. A shockwave, mixed with grass stems, sand, and dust, formed and spread rapidly outwards. The two elders of the Sun family who were following closely behind Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun were hit as if by a heavy blow. They were sent flying backward by the shockwave. Sun Woxing was pushed back more than ten meters before rolling like a ball on the uneven ground. He rolled more than twenty meters away before he could regain his footing, but he looked very disheveled.
As the dust settled, Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun, directly struck by the beam of light, were like two lonely tree stumps, pinned to two deep pits, with only their necks and above protruding above the ground. Their already scarlet skin had turned bright red. The blood covering their heads blurred their features, leaving only two humanoid blood figures in the pits.
"Ah! Die again!"
Startled and stunned for a few seconds, Pei Tianzong vaguely discerned that the shout came from Yi Potian. Then he saw a sight that shocked him even more: two blood-soaked figures tumbled out of the pit and flew towards the nearest enemy, skimming the ground.
Behind them were two thick, sticky tracks dragged across the gravel ground—marks left by Yi Jiatian's decaying chest and abdomen as they violently rubbed against the earth.
Pei Tianzong instantly snapped back to reality and roared, "Die!"
A fellow follower of the Vairocana sect, equally shocked and somewhat dazed, became a victim of Pei Tianzong's wrath. His once flexible neck was permanently rendered useless, and he was smashed to pieces by Pei Tianzong's Pei family's Kaibei sect, unable to support his skeletal head any longer.
At this moment, Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun, who were determined to die, were like demons from hell. The only fate of those they targeted was death. A Knight of the Round Table and a Tianren who was hiding nearby and trying to launch a sneak attack were unable to dodge in time and became corpses. The flying limbs and internal organs turned this wasteland into a hellish scene.
"Judgment!"
"ruling!"
"A great prophecy!"
The three highest leaders of the Holy See were also shocked by Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun's fearlessness. Their long-term comfort and enjoyment of divine power made them completely unable to understand the behavior of the Chinese. This kind of ruthlessness, which was to bite off a head even if it meant losing it, stimulated their fragile nerves. The incantations they uttered in the emergency trembled slightly, and the power of the released magic was greatly reduced.
"die!"
"You son of a bitch!"
Although Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun were somewhat dazed by the impending explosion of true energy within their bodies, their indomitable beliefs and the ruthlessness deeply ingrained in the Yi family's marrow allowed them to unleash tremendous energy. This not only did not affect their attacks, but instead made the duel even more efficient and vicious.
Just as the three beams of white light were about to strike, their attacks landed on the nearest enemies. Although the white light weakened and restricted their power, they still managed to send a Vajra cultist and a vampire duke who was rapidly passing by flying back.
The vampire duke who flew over instinctively felt that the blood of the two Yi family Heavenly Realm experts was extremely nourishing to him. Therefore, he used his speed advantage to try to abduct the heavily injured enemy and suck his blood. However, he did not expect that the fierce Yi Potian would still be so powerful despite being so badly injured. The Pope's holy light attack weakened his defense to the greatest extent. After enduring Yi Potian's desperate attack, the essence and blood in his body evaporated completely, and his life that had lasted for thousands of years finally came to an end.
"Pray!" The Pope, having unleashed several powerful attacks in a very short time, was now finding himself somewhat overwhelmed. He immediately changed tactics, using binding spells against Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun. Although his side had suffered four deaths and two serious injuries, they still held a numerical advantage. He was certain that if he used support spells, he could annihilate this group of top Chinese experts. He was quite certain of this and secretly regretted his previous strategic mistake, having forgotten the Vatican's greatest tradition.
The tradition of the Vatican is to secretly manipulate the situation from behind the scenes; leading from the front is not their forte.
"pray!"
"Pray!" "Pray!"...
One binding spell after another was quickly released by the Pope. He was most skilled at this kind of auxiliary spell, and even the chief judge and the chief referee were not good at it. He even used his own strength to bind all ten Chinese Heavenly Realm experts. Although these Heavenly Realm experts quickly broke free, it immediately made his side's situation much better.
In a battle between masters, even if one is restrained for a fraction of a second, the outcome is immediately clear, and the Pope's value is fully demonstrated at this moment.
"die!"
"You little bastard..."
As Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun unleashed their secret techniques, the true energy surging from their bodies grew stronger and stronger. The "Prayer Technique" removed its binding effect on them. With their last bit of clarity, they assessed the situation and immediately abandoned the pursuit of the enemy. Instead, they took on the role of firefighters. Whenever any of the Chinese Heavenly Realm experts were bound by the "Prayer Technique," they would appear by their side, attacking the enemy, protecting and assisting their companions in preparing powerful attack spells.
"Sacrifice! They used the word 'sacrifice'!"
"Sacrifice! The Chinese know how to 'sacrifice'!"
The chief judge and the chief magistrate of the Vatican shouted in unison, their voices filled with terror. They could not imagine that such a spell, which existed only in the legends of the Vatican and could directly increase one's strength by one level, would appear in the distant East. Moreover, judging from the effect of the Chinese using it, it seemed to be even more powerful than the records in the Vatican's books. This made them unable to suppress their fear.
If all Chinese people possessed this kind of life-and-soul-burning magic, then the power of the Western Papacy would be a joke. Whenever the Chinese wanted to invade the West, the Papacy's power would be annihilated!
Although the Yi family's desperate secret technique shocked the enemy, the situation remained extremely serious.
Of the ten Heavenly-level experts in China, besides Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun, there are eight remaining. The two elders of the Sun family specialize in defense. Although they can withstand enemy attacks and barely protect themselves under the Pope's "prayer technique," they have lost the maximum potential they could exert by cooperating with the Yi family.
Sun Woxing was extremely anxious, but he was helpless in the face of the situation. He and the Second Elder Sun Danran were simply unable to keep up with the speed of Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun, and could only fight on their own.
With the unleashing of life techniques and level four nuclear power, their inexhaustible true energy and outrageously powerful physical abilities made Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun into deadly weapons. They no longer needed to defend themselves and attacked relentlessly against any enemy.
As a result, the remaining six Heavenly Realm experts, with the assistance of Yi Potian and Yi Zuojun, also found themselves in crisis. This was because, apart from the Pope, there were still 33 enemies. The numerical disadvantage, combined with the Pope's all-pervasive "prayer technique," caused the situation to turn in favor of the foreign forces.
"You son of a bitch!"
"Die!"
"Elder!"
...
A dozen or so loud shouts rang out at the same time. They were all members of the Yi family, including Yi Dao, Yi An, Yi Gong, Yi Fei, Yi Yang, and others. They all came and plummeted down from the sky.
As the Yi family members who were supposed to be providing support, they couldn't play a significant role in the duel between experts at the Heavenly level and those at the Analogous Heavenly level. Therefore, the Grand Elder arranged for them to follow at a distance, waiting in two military helicopters at any time. However, the situation of the duel was observed by military high-powered electronic telescopes, so Yi Yang immediately ordered the helicopters to speed up and arrive.
The Yi family will never back down; they have an indomitable spirit!
Even if it means certain death, we must still bravely go forward!
All twelve members of the Yi family jumped off the helicopter before it even hovered at low altitude. While still in the air, they unleashed their level-four nuclear power and simultaneously activated their life-saving techniques. All of this was done without any arrangement or instruction from anyone; it was all their own decision!
Hiding in the distance, the Pope's lips curled into a cruel smile. He thought to himself that these people hadn't even reached the Heavenly Realm yet dared to participate in a battle of this level; they were simply courting death.