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The Eight Kings were not weak, but when faced with Zuo Dao, this Monster, they found their strength rendered ineffective. The battlefield had transformed into a Forbidden Space, and it was fortunate that the Eight People possessed powerful physiques; otherwise, casualties would have already occurred.
A torrent of power surged within Zuo Dao, each strike resonating with the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, carrying the might to split mountains. Mo Jie was forced to retreat continuously; the opponent's strength was overwhelming. Each time he absorbed an attack, his entire body throbbed with pain. He could even hear his muscles and bones groaning in protest.
Immense power radiated outward, creating ripples in the space around them. Any Cultivator from the Endless Cycle Realm who suddenly entered this battlefield would likely be torn to shreds.
The Eight Kings roared in fury and retaliated fiercely, their hidden primal rage ignited by Zuo Dao's onslaught. Eight pairs of blood-red eyes emitted crimson light that stretched several feet outward, roaring as they charged at Zuo Dao from all directions.
This was Zuo Dao's first true battle since his emergence. The stronger his attacks became, the greater the resistance he faced. Being a king was not merely a title; it represented a level of power.
For now, he could only temporarily suppress them, but that was sufficient. Zuo Dao did not approach this battle with the intent to kill the kings; what he sought was time. Unlike typical Endless Cycle Realm experts, the Demon Clan had already awakened their potential upon reaching the king stage. Coupled with the trials of becoming a king, nearly every demon who ascended to kingship received some form of ancient inheritance.
This was both their advantage and their weakness.
As Zuo Dao's offensive gradually slowed down, the pressure began to mount as both sides abandoned their defenses. The physical strength of the Demon Clan was no mere decoration. Although his Sword Slash struck the opponent, it only sparked like hitting steel.
Had it not been for his infusion of Divine Power and celestial energy, he would have posed little threat to the Eight Kings.
This highlighted a matter of foundation. How long had Zuo Dao been cultivating? He had fought his way up from lower realms while the Eight Kings had existed for tens of thousands of years in the Great Star Domain. Countless body-refining elixirs could produce a master over millennia, let alone these authentic Bloodline Demon Kings.
While Zuo Dao had encountered fortuitous opportunities, his foundation still fell short. The materials used for Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade were not the best available. He had only tempered them for a short time at Spirit Sword Mountain, where the materials were inferior compared to those found on the Starry Battlefield.
After hundreds of attacks, both sword and blade began to show faint cracks. Had he not wrapped them in Divine Power and celestial energy during his strikes, Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade would have shattered long ago, illustrating just how formidable his opponents' bodies were.
Even so, after several dozen more strikes, Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade finally succumbed to their burdens and shattered completely into dust that scattered in the air.
Zuo Dao's offensive thus slowed down, but the Eight Kings did not seize this opportunity to counterattack. Instead, both sides instinctively created distance between one another.
If Zuo Dao's capabilities ended here, the Eight Kings would certainly not believe it. At their Realm level, nothing was ever truly finite or endless. Moreover, given Zuo Dao's strength, they needed to regroup; their earlier ferocious assault had inflicted some injuries on them as well.
After Zuo Dao withdrew, he showed no intention of launching another attack. The Eight Kings found it strange that he would stop after such a fierce battle. He stood there quietly, shaking his hands without any semblance of dignity.
"Damn, that hurts. Tough skin, indeed."
The Eight Kings were at a loss for words. If it weren't for Zuo Dao's evident strength, they would have wanted to beat him up right then and there.
As the Eight Kings prepared to charge again, Zuo Dao quickly waved his hands.
"Enough, enough! I'm exhausted from fighting. Let someone else take over!"
This was far from the expected demeanor of a champion. Was this really how a master should behave? The Eight Kings couldn't fathom Zuo Dao's true thoughts at that moment, but it didn't take long for them to understand his meaning.
Behind Zuo Dao, twelve figures slowly stepped into the air.
The Twelve Holy Sons were about to make their move. Although they weren't fully-fledged Saint Children, the Eight Kings didn't underestimate these twelve individuals. Zuo Dao's appearance had already left them in shock. What kind of performance would the Twelve Holy Sons deliver now?
At this point, Zuo Dao had retreated back into the crowd, not even glancing at the battlefield as he began chatting with the Three Women.
"You three are so lucky! I’m out here fighting hard, and you don’t even show a hint of appreciation?"
Huang Xishi shot him a disdainful look before turning her attention back to the battlefield.
Feng Miaomiao, on the other hand, dashed forward without regard for anyone else present and planted a kiss right on Zuo Dao's face.
"Is that enough, Brother Zuo?" After kissing him, she blinked her adorably charming eyes at him.
Zuo Dao felt two waves of killing intent rushing toward him. The surrounding crowd wisely distanced themselves from one another. Then came two shrill screams that echoed through the void.
The Ruckus here drew no attention from the battlefield. The Twelve Disciples remained in the Zodiac Twelve Palaces, while the Eight Kings reformed their attack formation.
The Twelve Holy Sons were lethal.
In the Forbidden Space, after Zuo Dao and the Eight Kings ceased their attacks, the effects began to unfold slowly.
Eight surging streams of magical power and demonic energy surged upward, the aura of kings rippling through the void. Even those far from the battlefield, like Tiger Soul and others, felt the pressure and killing intent.
To prevent a repeat of the previous Forbidden Space incident, the Demon Cube initiated an attack.
The Magic Field expanded, a visible Black Energy Sphere spreading out from its center, quickly encompassing the Twelve Disciples.
The appearance of the Magic Field made the Twelve Disciples feel uneasy; it was heavy—one word summed it up.
It seemed to alter the gravity within the space, causing each movement of the Twelve Disciples to require several times more strength than usual. The Eight Kings wasted no time allowing them to adapt and launched their attacks simultaneously.
Do Not Delay felt veins bulging; this environment was supposed to be his best battlefield. However, the Magic Field was controlled by the Demon Cube, increasing pressure on one side while alleviating it on the other—this effect was mutual and opposite. Do Not Delay lacked experience in this regard, while the Demon Clan was well-versed in their Cultivation Method and had undergone training for such scenarios.
In the distance, Zuo Dao showed great interest in this Magic Field. While observing, he gestured with one hand, and soon a mini version of a light sphere appeared in his palm. The emergence of this light sphere caused nearby space to collapse, startling the Three Women and Jiang Yuqi who were gathered around him into retreat. If they were hit by it, they might have to search through spatial turbulence for any parts that fell off them!
At this moment, all of Demon Cube's attention was focused on the Twelve Disciples. If he had seen the light sphere in Zuo Dao's hand at that moment, he would have been astonished.
The Magic Field was a Cultivation Method he comprehended after ascending to kingship. It took him thousands of years to form a force field light sphere about a hundred miles wide. Yet Zuo Dao had learned it merely by watching him demonstrate the Magic Field; although his light sphere was small—almost pitiful—it could still cause nearby space to collapse. Just this feat alone was something he could not achieve.
This was primarily because Zuo Dao had not completed his own transformation. The suppression of Divine Lock and Celestial Chain within him prevented his soul and body from perfectly merging. In Zuo Dao's own words, it was like a eunuch in a brothel—able to look but not use. What he wielded now was merely scattered power emanating from within; yet even this little bit of dissipated power was enough for him to stand tall in Eternal Abyss.
Yan Zhen and others found themselves within the Magic Field, feeling as if they were sinking into a swamp; their spiritual power flowed sluggishly. However, leading the Zodiac members, they still withstood repeated attacks from the Eight Kings.
The Demon Eight Kings were fully committed to the strategy of targeting a single opponent with each attack. However, with the Zodiac present, the Twelve Disciples managed to withstand the onslaught from the Eight Kings. Not only did the twelve share the burden of the attacks, but the Great Formation was also channeling the energy from these assaults back to them.
Yan Zhen and his companions moved with fluidity, each stepping in sync with the Profound steps, leaving fleeting shadows in their wake. Although they found themselves within the Magic Field, each of these twelve individuals was exceptionally talented, quickly adapting to their surroundings and becoming familiar with the environment.
With the Zodiac protecting Yan Zhen and his group, Zuo Dao felt no concern. However, he was disappointed that reinforcements from the Supreme Academy had yet to arrive at such a critical juncture. He understood that their plan to lure enemies had utterly failed; after all, the Demon Clan would not send all Eight Vice Principals to confront Tiger Soul's War Department. Reflecting on Yao Qingmu's earlier behavior, it became clear that the Eight Kings were specifically targeting the Twelve Disciples.
Attacks flickered through the Magic Field without making a sound.
One reason for using the Magic Field was Zuo Dao himself; he was someone whom the Eight Kings feared. If they hadn't set up the Magic Field, a surprise attack from Zuo Dao could have resulted in casualties among them.
Yan Zhen's sword remained sheathed, only a Dao Sword light swirling around him, alleviating some of the pressure exerted by the Magic Field. The others were similarly protected by a radiant glow that resisted the encroaching influence of the Magic Field. Meanwhile, beneath their feet, a cloud-like formation emitted a faint light.
With each strike from the Eight Kings came a chilling wind filled with countless Vengeful Spirits howling through the air, accompanied by an eerie and bone-chilling demonic breeze. The Demon Clan was inherently a race of extreme darkness; describing them as invincible shadows would not be an exaggeration. They were indeed rulers of darkness.
Each attack was bizarrely unique, and behind every king appeared an illusory figure—a manifestation formed from absorbing the death energy present in the Starry Battlefield, coalescing into what they called the Great Dream Hammer Technique.
As this Great Dream Hammer Technique gradually solidified, the assaults from the eight Demon Kings grew increasingly fierce. The already formed Great Dream Hammer Technique began to surge toward the outer perimeter of the Zodiac Twelve Palaces, intent on destruction.
The battle within the Magic Field stirred every member of Tiger Soul's faction because it held hope for a future within the Great Star Domain—a future worth fighting for.
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