At this mont.
The brows of the remaining three high-tier Legends were furrowed tightly.
The Dark Shadow Demon Venerable holding a spear, after seeing Han Xing relentlessly pursue the Witch Race Legend.
The Shadow Boxing King beside him asked, "Sting, what do we do now?"
"It seems like we’ve really lost..."
Reluctant as they were to admit it.
But if the threat of that Sky Island isn’t resolved, no matter how many of these Shadow Legends go, they will die.
The Dark Shadow Demon Venerable took a deep breath, looking from afar at the terrifying main city.
Monts later, he shook his head and said, "There’s no way. We have to inform the Monarch that sothing happened here."
"We can’t kill all the Witch Race Legends, nor can we kill the Witch Race Saintess.
"The blood ritual has failed..."
Upon hearing they had to inform the Shadow Monarch, these high-tier Legends all had a change in their expressions.
But they also knew there was no other option.
The situation had already turned against them.
The two tasks given by the Shadow Monarch could no longer be completed.
If this delayed the Shadow Monarch’s plans, their fate would be even more dire.
At this ti, the Dark Shadow Demon Venerable holding the spear suddenly had a black crystal stone in his hand.
He glanced at the distant Big Head Demon Venerable.
Then, he crushed the crystal stone.
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anwhile.
Two terrifying figures were rapidly advancing within the Witch Race territory.
They looked slow, but in fact, their speed was incredibly fast, crossing hundreds of kiloters in an instant.
These two figures, one male and one female.
Were precisely the Shadow Monarch and the mysterious woman beside him.
The direction they were advancing in seed to be an area of space turbulence.
That is, the place where the Path of the Giant Dragon was located.
At this mont, the Shadow Monarch glanced at the woman beside him,
"I must say, you’re really crazy to even think of targeting that group of Giant Dragons."
"You know, those guys inside aren’t easy to deal with."
Beside him.
The enchanting woman chuckled, "There’s no other way, it’s part of the plan..."
"If we can’t get that one thing inside the Path of the Giant Dragon, we can’t proceed to the next step~"
At this mont, the Shadow Monarch looked deeply at her.
"What exactly is your plan?"
"All these years, you’ve never told ."
The enchanting woman laughed and said, "You don’t need to know."
The Shadow Monarch stopped speaking.
Just then, they suddenly heard a cracking sound in their ears.
The Shadow Monarch looked down.
To find a piece of the black crystal armor on his body had shattered.
The Shadow Monarch halted his steps.
The enchanting woman tilted her head, "What happened?"
The Shadow Monarch shook his head, "It seems there’s a problem over at the border."
"Those guys are actually asking for help."
Upon hearing this, even the enchanting woman was quite surprised.
She knew very well how much force the Shadow Legion had invested to conquer the Witch Race territory this ti.
And now, the Shadow Monarch had actually received a plea for help.
This indicated a major unexpected change had occurred at the border.
The enchanting woman frowned and said, "Could it be that the Old Tree Spirit and the Beastman King have made a move?"
The Shadow Monarch shook his head, "I haven’t sensed the aura of Demigod-level beings within the Witch Race territory, it shouldn’t be these two old guys."
The two seed sowhat confused.
Monts later, the enchanting woman’s bewitching expression gradually disappeared.
Replacing it was a cold deanor as she said, "Go, quickly resolve the matter there."
"Inside the Path of the Giant Dragon, I still need your assistance."
The Shadow Monarch nodded.
Now, he was at least several million kiloters away from the Witch Race border.
Even at Demigod-level movent speed, it would still take several hours.
By the ti he got there, the matter would have long been settled deliberately.
Then, the Shadow Monarch seed to have a special thod.
He reached out again with his withered right hand.
Slowly grasped.
In the next mont.
A phantom of a Shadow Legend appeared before him.
It was... a dark creature with an enormous head.
With a cracking sound.
The phantom in front shattered, and the Shadow Monarch also vanished from the original spot.
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At the Witch Race border.
Han Xing was controlling Ten Thousand Stars City, hunting down those Shadow Legends everywhere.
And those Witch Race Legendary Powerhouses, after regaining their strength, quickly poured various precious Secret Elixirs into their mouths.
Their injuries began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, they joined the camp of hunting down the Shadow Legends together.
Among them, the Witch Race allocated three Legends to intercept the major main cities rapidly approaching from behind.
In this large-scale war.
The power exerted by a Legendary-level powerhouse is equivalent to a strategic weapon.
Three Legends charged towards the Shadow Army.
Those Shadow Monsters, upon encountering their Secret Pattern Domains, instantly turned to dust and scattered in midair.
Every mont, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Shadow Monsters died.
With the addition of these Legendary-level powerhouses.
The pressure on those Sky Islands greatly diminished.
Monts later.
Those main city Sky Islands, each one was as large as a country’s area.
Along with the scattered hundreds of secondary Sky Islands nearby.
At this mont connected together, they could be described as a vast land.
At first glance, it stretched beyond the horizon.
Its actual area even exceeded the total land area of Blue Star.
Han Xing also glanced at the scene behind and marveled at the deep heritage of the Witch Race.
He had actually realized his goal of rebuilding Blue Star!
However, considering it was the accumulation of a trillion Witch Race people over thousands of years, it was not unexpected.
Just as Han Xing activated the Tower of Death Light, killing a Witch Race Shadow Legend.
Unexplained palpitations surged in his heart.
However, since he had upgraded the Sun Crown Stele to full level, these Shadow Legends, including those High-tier Demon Venerables, posed no threat to him.
Moreover, this feeling was very familiar.
Previously, when Han Xing faced that group of Giant Dragons on the Path of the Giant Dragon, he had felt it once.
At the Abyssal Rift, when the Great Demon Monarch charged after them, he had also felt it once.
This was the power belonging to the Demigod-level!
Han Xing suddenly halted, continuously scanning the surroundings.
Then, he locked his gaze onto one of the remaining three High-tier Legends.
On that massively headed existence.
At this mont.
The elongated face on its oval head seed extrely pained.
It extended its short arms, frantically clawing at its face.
On its deford body, dense cracks began to appear.
Han Xing frowned.
This guy is suspicious!
No matter what it wanted to do, with Han Xing’s character, he had to eliminate the enemy at the first opportunity!
In the next mont.
The various Defense Towers on Ten Thousand Stars City were activated.
A total of one hundred Towers of Death Light simultaneously launched an attack, with combined attack power enough to kill a High-tier Legend!
Buzz!
Just as the black light beam struck the Big Head Demon Venerable.
The expected scene of the opponent being blasted to bits did not occur.
Instead.
Before the arrival of the black light beam.
The Big Head Demon Venerable’s body cracked like porcelain.
Crack!
Crack!
A series of unpleasant cracking sounds echoed.
Then.
A withered hand scrambled out from the Big Head Demon Venerable’s eye socket.
Boom!
The Big Head Demon Venerable shattered into fragnts.
And in the place where it originally stood.
Appeared a figure clad in a black cloak, wielding a Great Sword.
At the mont that figure appeared.
In a radius of ten thousand miles, all movents ca to a halt instantly.
As if they had encountered so kind of ti-stopping skill.
Or perhaps, a group control skill.
At this ti.
Besides those Witch Race powerhouses and Han Xing’s five group mbers.
All creatures below the Legendary level were frozen in place.
Billions of pairs of eyes focused on that black figure.
His appearance did not seem particularly terrifying.
Standing below two ters tall, he didn’t even exude the oppressive aura of those Shadow Demon Venerables.
However.
Upon seeing that figure, the pupils of Wu Ling’Er and the High Priest contracted instantaneously.
Their faces turned deathly pale, as if they had seen sothing horrifying.
Noticing their change in expression.
Han Xing sent over a puzzled look.
Wu Ling’Er took a deep breath and exclaid!
"It’s the Shadow Monarch!"
"Run!"
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