The battle between the Plague Guard and the Rothschild family was intense, both sides receiving support from battle formations. The Plague Guard had the ho field advantage, while the Red Robed n had the Stellar Treasure Mirror for backing. For a mont, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Though the Demon Clan had fewer people, only half the number of the Red Robed n, their average strength exceeded that of the latter. As a result, after nearly two hours of fighting, both sides remained in a stalemate.
Just as Zhang Xiaoman was contemplating whether to add fuel to the fire and lend them a hand, he saw the Rothschild family leader, Alman, suddenly let out a loud roar and soar into the air. The four-star pattern on his body began to shine, red light blazed from him, two fangs quickly grew from his mouth, his skin turned completely red, and wings unfurled from his back, resembling a scarlet devil.
"This is... the Clan Leader’s Blood Rage True Body!"
A disciple below exclaid, eyes brimming with hope and adoration.
Feeling the vast wave of Spiritual Power, Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
Goodness, he’s unleashing quite a move!
He imdiately dispelled his intention to intervene and continued to watch events unfold.
With Alman activating the four-star pattern state, his power saw an enormous increase, especially in terms of speed, which had reached an unimaginable degree; even Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t clearly see his movents.
"Such incredible speed! If I were to face him in that state, even applying speed dispersion might not keep up; the only options would be to defend or temporarily retreat to buy ti..."
It was his first ti seeing soone moving so swiftly; his Dark Speed Stage had likely reached the fifth level—a level many at the Transcendent Level couldn’t attain, moving too fast for even light to catch up and relying solely on Spiritual Power for perception.
Zhang Xiaoman sighed inwardly, realizing not to underestimate these family mbers; anyone managing to root themselves in this environnt surely has a few tricks up their sleeve.
For a mont, all that could be seen were flashes of blood-red streaks, akin to Instant Teleportation; one mont perhaps at the front of their own line, and the next might already be flashing behind a monster.
Zhang Xiaoman clicked his tongue at such speed, maximizing his perception to capture Alman’s trace.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see it clearly; he could only sigh, acknowledging he still had a long way to go, even though his strength recently improved quite rapidly; complacency had no place, as always, there’s a higher mountain beyond a mountain.
Not being able to see Alman’s speed, the Plague Guards naturally couldn’t either. Faced with Alman in the four-star pattern state, all they could do was unite into a Formation for protection.
However, Alman wasn’t dumb either; knowing single-target attacks weren’t effective against these Demon Clans, their Formation could help them share damage among each other, and he wasn’t renowned for attack power—defeating the targets under such circumstances was nearly impossible.
But he had his own way; since these Demons could share damage within the Formation, all he had to do was make them leave the Formation’s range.
Thus, a blood-red shadow flickered incessantly in the field; despite there being guards constantly dragged out from the Formation forcefully and then taken down one by one, Alman quickly killed more than ten Plague Guards using this thod.
Yet, the consumption of this Family Secret Technique was significant. Even soone at Alman’s Peak Control Level couldn’t sustain it for long. After killing nearly twenty Plague Guards, he could no longer maintain the Blood Rage True Body, plumting from the air.
"Clan Leader!"
The companions below were already prepared, hurrying forward to catch him.
"Clan Leader! Your thod is very effective! Don’t worry! Leave the rest to us!"
An elder, face filled with excitent, imdiately activated the Blood Rage True Body as well, mimicking Alman’s earlier actions by dragging the Plague Demon Clan mbers out of the Formation one by one and then killing them.
Undeniably, this thod was quite effective. As several elders took action in succession, the number of Plague Guards in front of them dwindled, soon reduced to less than half of their original count.
By this ti, around thirty people of the Rothschild family had been lost, but compared to the Plague Guards’ losses, it was obviously much less.
"Excellent! Now they have fewer than thirty left! Under these circumstances, their Formation’s efficacy will significantly decline; all we need to do is launch a frontal assault to defeat them! Everyone, co with , maintain formation! Use area skills, don’t give them a chance to breathe!"
Alman roared as he charged, and the Red Robed n and the Plague Guards clashed fiercely once more.
This ti, it was different from before; with a significant nurical advantage already gained, after another hour of long fighting, the remaining Plague Guards were finally annihilated.
"Thump!"
As the last Peak Level Guard Captain fell, all the Plague Guards had been killed. Seeing this, the mbers of the Rothschild family couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. So even collapsed directly onto the Stellar Treasure Mirror.
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