Zefer realized that he must interrupt Han Xing as soon as possible.
The next mont, he roared fiercely.
"Giant Axe Mountain Splitter!"
Zefer instantly raised the giant axe, transforming into a blue lightning bolt!
However, in Han Xing’s eyes, he was already a dead man.
At this mont, Han Xing slowly drew back the bowstring.
The next mont.
Zefer suddenly felt a power of imprisonnt enveloping the space around him.
His movent instantly stopped.
A bright full moon fixed him in mid-air.
Despite his Four-star Lord-level strength, he could not break free.
No, it wasn’t just breaking free, he couldn’t even move an inch!
Legendary Skill: Broken Moon.
Its domineering control ability was vividly displayed at this mont!
The existence sealed by the full moon had no chance at all to escape.
At this mont, Zefer felt a strong sense of crisis.
The calm on his face vanished, replaced with a fear of death!
He just wanted to speak, but discovered that after being covered by the full moon, he couldn’t even utter a word.
The next mont.
Han Xing suddenly said, "Do it!"
Cheng Jianyong, Zhang Lianng, and others imdiately understood.
Then, they all began to muster their most powerful attacks.
Rumble!
Arrows with terrifying destructive power.
Large fireball, sword Qi, holy light.
Like a torrential downpour, all fiercely hit Zefer.
The change ca too quickly.
Even Shen Yun and Cheng Jianyong and the others hadn’t expected it.
Han Xing, after activating so many special effects, was already capable of completely crushing Zefer head-on.
However, to ensure a swift victory.
He didn’t hesitate to use his trump card.
Broken Moon!
This was a move to leave Zefer no way out at all!
After five seconds, as the duration of the Broken Moon skill ended.
With a crisp shattering sound.
The massive full moon crumbled at this mont.
A system prompt appeared.
"Successfully killed the leader of the Witch Race’s Vanguard Corps, Zefer, a Four-star Lord-level creature, gained Experience Value: 32.42 million..."
Until the commotion on Han Xing’s side ended.
The Witch Race people watching from a distance still hadn’t reacted.
They stretched their necks, seemingly wanting to see what the battle was like.
However, there was no trace of Zefer anymore.
The next mont, a strange look appeared in the eyes of these Witch Race people.
"What just happened?"
"Where did Lord Zefer go?"
Before this, they saw Zefer suppressing those humans unilaterally.
Yet.
One of the humans used so ans to summon a moon.
Along with the burst attacks of the group, they disturbed this area, and they couldn’t see what happened inside at all.
At this mont, those Witch Race people, searching for Zefer’s figure, beca even more puzzled.
"I didn’t see Lord Zefer, could it be that he ran away?"
"Impossible, Lord Zefer is the seventh legion’s leader, how could he be driven away by these humans?"
But what they didn’t know was that it wasn’t Zefer who ran away.
He had already been obliterated by the damage of Broken Moon, leaving no corpse behind.
Under Han Xing’s full burst, combined with the explosion of the legendary skill Broken Moon, that 1200% terrifying damage coefficient!
Even a Four-star Lord had absolutely no chance of surviving.
After waiting for a while, with no sign of Zefer appearing.
The bewildered crowd seed to realize sothing.
A few Witch Race Professionals murmured, "Lord Zefer, could he be dead..."
The Witch Race person who spoke swallowed hard.
The others were also in disbelief.
Yet after all this ti, Zefer had not appeared,
this guess was likely true!
The next mont, a chill went up their spines.
A Lord at the Four-star level was already one of the most terrifying existences under a legend.
No matter which major clan, they were a core strength.
However, today.
In the Royal City, such a powerhouse died, not to ntion, dead in plain sight.
This was already a major event enough to shake the entire Witch Race!
They looked at Han Xing and the others with eyes full of fear.
A mature female voice suddenly ca from the distant Royal Palace.
"How audacious!"
"To be so presumptuous within my Witch Race’s territory and even commit murder inside the Royal City!"
"Today, even if you are friends of the Saintess, you will not be spared!"
As soon as this female voice rang out, everyone suddenly felt as if they were being watched by a venomous snake.
Other Witch Race people also heard this voice, and their faces brightened.
"Is that... Lord Thirteen Priest?"
"Why is she here?"
There was so surprise and joy in the tone of these Witch Race people.
However, Han Xing and the others’ faces turned grim.
For they had already sensed the strength of this aura.
Legend!
Another legend!
A chill rose in Han Xing’s heart, "Finally, has it co out?"
"The one pulling all the strings behind the scenes."
Cheng Jianyong and the others were filled with intense shock upon hearing this.
"Brother Xing, are you saying, it’s this voice targeting us?"
Han Xing nodded, "Otherwise, who do you think has the authority to manipulate the Tower of Witch Soul within the Royal City and attack us?"
"Moreover, who else could get other Witch Race soldiers to willingly risk death just to capture us?"
Everyone’s expressions turned grim.
They knew that if this aura was targeting them, they were in big trouble!
After all, it’s a Legend!
If they really wanted to strike, there was almost no chance of escape for everyone!
Han Xing and the others were unsure why the owner of this voice was going to such great lengths.
With her power, killing them would be almost instantaneous.
In the next mont.
A figure wearing a black gauze outfit and an explosive figure that could not be concealed erged into the air.
In terms of height, this woman was slightly shorter than Wu Ling’Er.
But her figure was exaggerated beyond proportion.
The most prominent feature of her petite figure was an impressive pair of breasts, almost bursting forth.
Even rivaling those of Zhang Lianng in scale.
Her hips were high and slender waist.
The whole person seed like a carefully crafted doll, exuding an aura of desire.
In the next mont, a pair of eyes as bright as stars locked onto the group.
However, at this mont, Han Xing and the others were not focused on the woman’s figure.
Because a strong sense of crisis had already descended.
The black figure instantly covered several kiloters to appear above Han Xing and the others.
In the air, the woman locked her presence onto the five people.
At this mont, they once again felt the deathly oppression they experienced when facing the red giant dragon!
In the air, the woman coldly said, "Have you decided how you want to die?"
A sense of despair instantly enveloped everyone’s hearts.
Han Xing glanced at his skill bar.
There, lay his final trump card.
[Ultimate Skill - Sunfall Arrow]
This skill was the only one he had that could harm a Legend.
Though it carried severe side effects.
But at this critical juncture, he had no room for hesitation.
While the special effects on his body were still active.
Han Xing decided to fight it out with this woman!
At this ti, a hint of ferocity also appeared in everyone’s eyes.
Even if a legendary powerhouse was present, they’d not go down without a fight.
In the air, the woman oozing an aura of temptation lightly laughed, "To face a Legend and still dare to make a move."
"I have to say, you humans are exceedingly bold!"
In the next mont, she extended a delicate hand.
However, to Han Xing and the others, that small hand seed to eclipse the entire sky.
Han Xing took a deep breath, his right hand already on the bowstring.
A terrifying aura erupted from within him!
The legendary powerhouse looked surprised, sensing a dangerous aura from this man.
It’s a joke; she’s a Legend!
How could this not-even-fourth-transformation human possibly have a ans to harm a Legend?
The woman in black gauze chuckled, "Human, you’re quite interesting. I’m almost reluctant to kill you now."
Han Xing was ready to use his ultimate skill at all costs, but just then.
From within the Royal Palace, an even more terrifying legendary aura surged upward.
At the sa ti, an angry female voice rang out.
"Feienna! How dare you deceive !"
This voice was very familiar.
Upon hearing it, Han Xing’s hands gripping the longbow suddenly paused in mid-air.
Although not knowing what happened.
But the owner of this voice was undoubtedly Wu Ling’Er.
Moreover, compared to one or two hours ago.
The intensity of Wu Ling’Er’s aura had risen sharply, now truly possessing Legendary Level strength.
In the air, the woman exuding desire changed her expression upon hearing Wu Ling’Er’s voice.
"Wu Ling’Er... already out so soon?"
She glanced in the direction of the Royal Palace, then at Han Xing and the others.
In the next mont.
She seed to make so sort of decision.
The right hand suspended in mid-air pressed down once more.
A terrifying blue secret pattern instantly enveloped Han Xing and the others.
Han Xing and the others’ hair stood on end.
"Not good, this woman insists on killing us!"
"Let’s fight her!"
In that instant, all five of Han Xing’s group felt a deadly sense of crisis!
In the distance, Wu Ling’Er also noticed Feienna’s action.
"Feienna! You’re courting death!"
Her voice was filled with intense killing intent and a hint of urgency.
In a mont of peril.
Suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted from within the Royal Palace.
Countless Witch Clan secret patterns erged.
The whole Witch Race Main City was enveloped in a sea of blue secret patterns at that mont.
When the woman’s attack was about to descend.
A familiar figure suddenly appeared before Han Xing and the others, who were prepared for a desperate struggle.
Wu Ling’Er.
Her face was sowhat pale.
Seemingly due to using so forbidden ans and suffering a backlash.
Then.
At the mont when the sky was filled with secret patterns, she waved a single hand.
An equally terrifying aura surged upwards.
The two types of Witch Clan secret patterns began to counteract and explode!
Boom!
The entire Royal City strongly trembled at this mont.
However, the woman’s descending attack was also intercepted by Wu Ling’Er.
In the air, the woman in black gauze changed her expression in surprise and said, "Witchcraft — Witch Spirit Transfer!"
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