At the edge of the Tower of Secret Covenants map, following the Beast Emperor's command, several hundred heavily damaged Sacred Sculpture Destroyers raised their weapons and slashed directly at the layer of mist.
Though these Sacred Sculpture Destroyers had sustained heavy damage, their impressive attack techniques meant that each blow still carried the might of a Legendary creature.
Boom!
The combined strike of several hundred Sacred Sculpture Destroyers instantly shattered space, the destruction spreading across dozens of yards. Half the sky was swallowed by an expanse of dark void.
After the strike, both the Beast Emperor and Lu Xingluo stood frozen on the spot.
"How is this possible?!"
The all-out attack of several hundred Sacred Sculpture Destroyers had torn space itself apart, yet the moment those attacks struck the layer of mist, it was like hitting divine iron — not even the slightest ripple disturbed its surface. It remained as ethereal and tranquil as before.
It wasn't just the Beast Emperor and Lu Xingluo who were stunned. Even the members of Hundred Ghosts Walk Alone watching from midair were momentarily speechless.
"Could it be that the Sacred Sculpture Destroyers are too heavily damaged and lack the power to break through this barrier?" Berserker Fei Ye stared at the mist, which showed not the faintest tremor of impact, and couldn't help but speculate.
A magic barrier that covered an entire map — simply being able to block communications and teleportation would have been impressive enough. But now it could also withstand the attacks of this many Sacred Sculpture Destroyers? It was simply inconceivable.
Beside him, the golden-armored giant Tiandu nodded in agreement with Fei Ye's assessment. "It must be that the destructive power isn't sufficient. We should handle this ourselves."
"It seems we have no other choice."
Elder Zhufeng Ying manipulated his Demon Spirit Ancient Serpent, and the creature immediately opened its massive jaws, unleashing a torrent of dark breath. Its power was nothing the Sacred Sculpture Destroyers could compare to — space exploded wherever it passed, and the endless dark void trembled.
Boom!
With a single strike, several hundred yards of space ahead were reduced to an expanse of infinite dark void. The layer of mist churned violently, and the shockwave rippled outward for thousands of yards before gradually settling several seconds later.
"It's undamaged?"
Every member of Hundred Ghosts Walk Alone had now fallen into the same stunned silence as the Beast Emperor and Lu Xingluo, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Elder Zhufeng Ying's flying mount, the Demon Spirit Ancient Serpent, had advanced to Tier 4. Its desperate full-power strike carried force approaching that of Tier 5. Even Legendary monsters of the same rank wouldn't dare take such a blow head-on — the defensive magic arrays of even guild cities could be shattered completely by a single hit.
Yet striking against this barrier of nothing more than a thin mist, it hadn't even left a single crack...
At this point, not only were the members of Hundred Ghosts Walk Alone stunned, but even Bumie Zhanxin and Huan Yu, who were drawing closer, felt a deep shock reverberate through their hearts.
The power of that last strike from the Demon Spirit Ancient Serpent was absolutely comparable to the desperate blow of Todria, the lord of the mountain range region. But before that layer of mist, it was utterly powerless. A magic barrier of this terrifying magnitude — they had never even heard of such a thing.
This was a magic barrier that covered an entire map. Simply blocking Tier 4 attacks would have been incredible enough. But now it could even withstand Tier 5 attacks. Combined with the mobile fortress, Zero Wing was likely invincible within the Divine Realm...
However, the Beast Emperor and the rest of Hundred Ghosts Walk Alone clearly had no intention of giving up. They resumed their frenzied assault on the mist.
In their view, even if they couldn't break through the mist's barrier, their attacks would greatly drain its energy. It couldn't possibly hold out for long.
For a time, the Sacred Sculpture army and the Demon Spirit Ancient Serpent unleashed a relentless barrage against the mist. Meanwhile, Shi Feng and his group continued to cut down the damaged Sacred Sculpture Destroyers in their path.
One minute... three minutes... ten minutes...
By the time Shi Feng and the others had eliminated over six hundred damaged Sacred Sculpture Destroyers, their levels had risen to 146. Huo Wu, Ziyan Liuyun, Bumie Zhanxin, and Huan Yu had all reached Level 141, while Jing Wuming and Gu Jiuji had both reached Level 143.
When the group finally stood less than five hundred yards from the Sacred Sculpture army, the Beast Emperor and the members of Hundred Ghosts Walk Alone finally snapped out of it, halting their assault on the mist barrier and turning wary eyes toward Shi Feng and the mobile fortress looming behind him.
"We meet again, gentlemen," Shi Feng said, glancing up at the Beast Emperor and Zhufeng Ying hovering in the air with an easy smile. "So — do you intend to surrender quietly, or would you like me to send you on your way?"
"Don't get cocky, Black Flame!" the Beast Emperor snarled at Shi Feng, his eyes blazing with fury. "The Sacred Sculpture Destroyers have fully recovered. There are still over three hundred of them, and at this distance, surrounding and killing you won't be difficult at all!"
Watching Shi Feng and his group carve through more than six hundred Sacred Sculpture Destroyers, his heart was bleeding.