The Shadow Legends no longer dared to rush in recklessly.
These humans were simply too cunning.
Who knows if these guys had any other tricks up their sleeves.
Wouldn’t they strike another fatal blow unexpectedly?
With Ten Thousand Stars City continually exerting pressure from the side, the Shadow Legends felt quite suffocated in battle.
Not only did they have to guard against their imdiate opponents, they also had to be wary of raids from Ten Thousand Stars City.
However, the battlefield was ever-changing.
Even with Han Xing’s help.
Next, Legends from both sides continued to fall.
Ever since Han Xing and his team killed five Shadow Legends.
Twelve more Legendary Powerhouses had fallen on the battlefield.
The Shadow Legion had lost eight Legends, and the Witch Race had lost four Legendary Powerhouses.
This was a true life-and-death struggle, with no one holding back.
Failure would an extinction for their race.
The Witch Race Legends showed impressive resilience.
Even gravely injured, they were determined to bite off a piece of the enemy before dying.
Han Xing witnessed firsthand.
A relatively young-looking Witch Race woman was attacked by a group of Shadow Legends.
In a brief mont of carelessness, she suffered a heavy blow.
However, even with her head smashed by the enemy.
This female Legend managed to pass on her Witch Patterns to Wu Ling’Er before her death.
The ongoing battle cast somber expressions over Han Xing and his companions.
The war was brutal.
Despite the Shadow Legion losing so many Legends.
They still had over sixty remaining.
In contrast, the Witch Race’s initial count of over twenty Legends.
After constant losses, only twelve remained...
The Witch Race had spent thousands of years accumulating so many powerhouses.
And now, half were gone in a single conflict.
Even if they won this battle, the Witch Race would be severely weakened.
Moreover, even the hope of victory seed slim.
No one dared to say if they would survive to the end.
The Witch Race Legends now only thought of taking down as many enemies as possible before dying.
At this mont.
A sudden shift occurred on the battlefield.
A Witch Race Legend was surrounded by over ten Shadow Legends, his flesh body instantly shattered.
Yet he still clung to a Middle Tier Legend, refusing to let go.
Poof!
With the sound of flesh bursting.
The Witch Race lost yet another Legend.
Everyone was filled with imnse grief.
Han Xing anxiously checked the territory interface.
[Holy Artifact: Sun Crown Stele 1 is under construction, remaining ti 3 minutes and 13 seconds...]
It’s close!
Hold on for three more minutes!
Just then.
The four High-tier Legends exchanged glances before nodding.
At this mont, the Spear Demon Venerable holding a spear shouted, "It’s about ti! The Monarch should have acquired what he wanted."
"Let’s hurry and eliminate these guys, and start the blood sacrifice directly!"
Next mont, a sea-blue rhombic crystal appeared in its hand.
Emitting powerful Divine Power fluctuations.
Upon seeing the rhombic crystal, Wu Ling’Er, the High Priest, and all Witch Race Legendary Powerhouses.
Felt a wave of unease rise within them.
At this mont.
Xiao defended against the enemy’s attacks while querying in confusion, "What is this?"
The Shadow Demon Venerable had a smile on its face.
"What’s wrong, don’t you recognize it?"
"This is your Lord Saint Master, Helas’s Divine Format!"
Hearing this, all Witch Race powerhouses went pale with shock!
Although they already knew the Witch Race Saint Master had died.
They never expected the Saint Master to end up in such a pitiful state.
Even his Divine Format had been stripped away.
At this mont, the Shadow Demon Venerable said, "This Divine Format should carry your Witch Race’s destiny."
"Along with Helas’s Essence Blood."
"The Monarch said that granting this Divine Format could allow to advance further!"
"If I manage to kill you all within the required ti, I won’t need to use this thing."
"But now, to avoid delaying the Monarch’s plan, I can only crush this!"
Xiao’s eyes widened instantly, knowing more than anyone how crucial a Divine Format is.
It’s the carrier of a tribe’s fortune.
Once shattered, these Witch Race powerhouses would suffer severe backlash!
Yet now, it was in the hands of the Shadow Demon Venerable.
Seeing the opponent about to crush the Divine Format.
Xiao shouted explosively.
"Stop!"
The Shadow Demon Venerable sneered coldly.
"Too late!"
With a crisp snap.
The sea-blue Divine Format in the Shadow Demon Venerable’s hand shattered.
Thus, Helas’s last mark on the world dissipated.
The blood aura on the Ancestral God Altar intensified once more.
At the sa ti.
Throughout the Witch Race’s territory, billions of Witch Race People, suffered severe backlash.
Ordinary people found it bearable.
They just felt a stifling pressure in their chest, like an impending doom.
Whereas captains, legion commanders, and other Fourth Transformation Powerhouses were suddenly severely wounded.
All spewing a mouthful of blood.
The stronger the individual, the greater the backlash.
Next mont.
The Witch Race Legendary Powerhouses didn’t sense any physical injuries.
Instead, they felt their entire body’s Power sealed as their Divine Power vanished.
At this mont, the remaining twelve Witch Race Legends, including Wu Ling’Er and the High Priest.
All fell down from the sky.
This sudden scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Despair flashed in the eyes of the Witch Race Legends.
In such an ever-changing battlefield, losing combat strength suddenly.
Even for a mont could lead to being instantly blown apart by the enemy.
And now, they all lost combat strength.
This might result in total annihilation!
Han Xing and the others were relatively unaffected.
Because they weren’t mbers of the Witch Race.
So the backlash of fortune from the Ancestral God Altar didn’t affect them.
As the Shadow Legends prepared to deliver a lethal blow.
Right at this mont.
A system notification whispered in Han Xing’s ear.
"Your territory’s building, Sun Crown Stele 1 has been successfully forged..."
"As the server’s first Survivor to forge a Sacred Artifact, World Impact 103, Legendary Points 50..."
"Legendary Points accumulated enough to extract the second Legendary Skill, do you wish to extract?"
Upon hearing the system notification, Han Xing couldn’t react imdiately.
Next mont.
A radiant column of light soared skyward, covering the entire Ten Thousand Stars City.
The light pillar was exceedingly bright and dazzling, so much so that the sky seed to tremble.
Even the Witch Race contingent over ten thousand kiloters away noticed the pillar of light.
The four Shadow Demon Venerables all turned their gaze toward Han Xing’s side.
Even the Shadow Legends halted their actions.
In that light pillar, they felt an intense sense of danger!
They were all awed by the divine and vast aura emanating from it.
At this mont, the Shadow Boxing King said uncertainly, "Is it the aura erupting from that Sky Island, what is that kid up to now?"
Beside him, the Spear Demon Venerable who had just crushed the Divine Format shook his head, "Not sure, but this aura makes feel an undeniable threat!"
"I’ve only felt this sensation before in the presence of the Monarch."
"That kid, can actually pull off such a feat!"
Upon hearing this, the pupils of the other Shadow Demon Venerables contracted sharply.
anwhile.
At the very center of Ten Thousand Stars City.
A stele over two hundred ters tall, engraved with intricate text appeared before Han Xing.
Seeing the stele, Han Xing felt an intense surge of excitent.
It’s finally built!
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