Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 679 - 674: Half-Step Void Realm
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Hearing the taunts from the other side of the Alien Space-Time, the Human Race finally reacted, realizing that there was the Demon Horn Tribe lying in wait on the other side of the Gate of Whirlpool.
It was only to be expected; after all, the space outside the Great Wall of Heaven was unstable, and maintaining the stability of the Gate of Whirlpool was not an easy task, limiting the number of Demon Horn tribesmen that could enter at a time.
However, it was evident that the Great Commander Sabu Leng of the Demon Horn Tribe was clearly unable to complete the task, and furthermore, after the recent great battle, the Demon Horn Tribe had suffered many casualties, with the injured retreating back through the Gate of Whirlpool to the Alien Space-Time.
It was apparent that should the Demon Horn Tribe wish, a great number of reinforcements could burst through the Gate of Whirlpool at any moment.
However, from the sentence that came through just now, Ye Feng roughly deduced that the Demon Horn Tribe awaiting battle at the Gate of Whirlpool must also be headed by a Great Commander, and that between Great Commanders there was likely a competitive relationship, which was why they hesitated to participate without Sabu Leng's consent.
"We must make it quick; if this continues, reinforcements will surely arrive, and then breaking through that Altar Formation will become even more difficult!" Ye Feng clenched his teeth and hissed, his form sweeping across the battlefield like a streak of light.
Despite the robust Spirit Essence within his body, such high-intensity and non-stop combat was enormously draining, and soon he began to show signs of exhaustion, inevitably slowing down.
Fortunately, under his leadership, the momentum of the Human Race had been rallied, and at this point even several Hall Masters from the Xuanyuan Hall had joined the fight, along with the powers of the Yin-Yang Temple and the Vampire Divine Court's formidable forces, all striving valiantly against the enemy.
The tide of battle kept turning, with the Army of the Human Race continuously charging toward the Altar Formation, on the verge of penetrating the last line of defense.
Old Long was probably aware of the urgency of the situation, fully committing to the attack on the Altar Formation below, only to be repeatedly stopped by the Great Commander Sabu Leng. His technique of the Divine Golden Armor had long since worn off, and since he could only use it once a day, he was clearly unable to restrain the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe anymore.
"There's no other way, it seems we must deal with this guy first!" Old Long turned his head to look at the Great Commander Sabu Leng, who was steadily advancing.
Below, the Altar Formation was guarded by a Great Formation conjured by seven Demon Horn Great Powers, which he couldn't break in a short time, and with the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe constantly harassing and obstructing him, he had no choice but to kill the Great Commander first.
"Sabu Leng, your Demon Horn Tribe has always called my Human Race lowly, an inferior species, today I'll let you witness the power of my race!"
After Old Long spoke, he released his aura, and his whole presence surged onward, instantly reaching the peak of the Yin-Yang Realm. However, that was not all—his aura continued to skyrocket, rapidly reaching a terrifying domain.
In that moment, Old Long's whole body emitted an aura that was billowing tumultuously, and his gaze revealed a proud and profound depth, as if he saw beyond the distant Void.
"What? The Void Realm? You... you've actually made a breakthrough to the Void Realm, how is that possible?"
The Great Commander Sabu Leng suddenly widened his eyes, his face showing disbelief, but then he shouted in shock, "No, this doesn't feel like the complete Void Realm, it's half-step void. Damn it, you lowly Human Race elder, you actually set half a foot into the Void Mirror, how could you possibly achieve this!"
Although Old Long's Realm was now undeniably displayed before him, the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe obviously still couldn't believe it, nor would he acknowledge it.
For in the view of the Demon Horn Tribe, they were inherently superior, whilst the Human Race were innately lower beings, nowhere near as powerful as them. To reach the Void Realm, even within the Demon Horn Tribe, was to be a force to be reckoned with, and even Great Commander Sabu Leng, after hundreds of years of cultivation, had yet to break through.
Of course, if one were to speak of overall strength, whether in numbers of cultivators or individuals at high Realms, the Demon Horn Tribe was much stronger by far. For instance, within the Human Race, Old Long, the leader, having cultivated to the Half-Step Void Realm, was probably the limit for the Human Race.
But in the Demon Horn Tribe, those at the Void Realm could only be considered individual powers, not quite at the pinnacle!
"Kill!" Old Long's gaze grew sharp, and he streaked across the sky, no longer bothering with words as the situation was already extremely critical.
True to the level of Half-Step Void Realm, Old Long traversed through the void, instantly closing the gap to Great Commander Sabu Leng, and then slammed down with a palm.
It looked like an ordinary hand at first, but as it struck, the Palm Seal rapidly enlarged, in a moment becoming a vast Great Hand with the might to obliterate the heavens and earth, threatening to shatter the very Void itself.
Great Commander Sabu Leng's expression drastically changed, and he instinctively attempted to dodge, but what horrified him more was that he was locked in place under the shadow of the opponent's hand and couldn't move.
With no other choice, a bright light burst from the antennae atop Sabu Leng's head, and a massive Demon Sky Claw took form in an instant, surging towards the Great Hand above him.
But his Demon Sky Claw was far too weak; before even touching Old Long's Grand Hand, it was crushed to pieces in an instant.
Boom...
The massive palm came down swiftly, flinging Great Commander Sabu Leng away. However, at the critical moment, a yellow Protective Shield burst forth around the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe, which appeared to be a Protective Dharma Treasure.
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The yellow protective shield shattered the moment it came into existence, as Old Long's enormous hand smashed through it. However, this action managed to dissipate most of the force, so although the Demon Horn Tribe's Great Commander was sent flying with injuries, he did not die on the spot.
Sabu Leng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and, gnashing his teeth, roared, "Damn it, Half-Step Void, who would have thought that being merely at Half-Step Void would be so powerful, it's infuriating!"
Having said this, the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe suddenly turned his head towards the Whirlpool portal and shouted, "Orio, how long do you plan to watch? Send your armies to help me quickly; I can't hold on much longer. Once the Altar Formation is broken, you too will be punished by the king!"
"Sabu Leng, you're truly useless. The Great Commander is coming too!" As these words were spoken, another fearsome Demon Horn Tribe Great Commander holding a giant axe flew out of the Whirlpool portal, hurtling towards Old Long.
"Children, hurry over here and eradicate these despicable Human Race!" Grand Commander Orio said with a cold sneer.
As his words fell, one after another, the great powers of the Yin-Yang Realm from the Demon Horn Tribe flew out from the Whirlpool Gate. In the blink of an eye, over twenty great powers had already emerged.
The carrying capacity of the Whirlpool Gate was originally limited, but as some of the Yin-Yang Realm had been slain and others injured and retreated, the capacity decreased, naturally allowing for more reinforcements to come through.
At this moment, a continuous stream of the Demon Horn Tribe Army kept emerging from the Whirlpool Gate onto the battlefield. The initial situation, which looked like the Human Race was about to gain the upper hand, was swiftly being reversed by the Demon Horn Tribe.
"Damn it, another Demon Horn Tribe Army, and they seem no weaker than the one before. The Demon Horn Tribe is too strong!" Someone on the Human Race's side immediately began to waver.
By now, the battle had already caused significant losses to the Human Race and had become extremely tough, yet for the Demon Horn Tribe, this was just one of their forces.
"What do we do, what now? With so many Demon Horn Tribe armies pouring in and growing in number, how can we fight this battle, how could we possibly win?" exclaimed a strong figure from the Yin-Yang Temple, who even had the thought of retreating.
The situation on the battlefield shifted in an instant, turning disadvantageous for the Human Race's side.
Meanwhile, at the Altar Formation, in just the blink of an eye, over thirty more Yin-Yang Realm great powers were added. With so many people joining forces to create a Guardian Grand Formation, even Old Long, a Half-Step Void Realm great power, would struggle to break through quickly.
Old Long hovered in the air, his brow tightly furrowed as he looked towards the Whirlpool portal. At this moment, he undeniably felt a tremendous pressure and had an ominous premonition. If the situation continued this way, not only would none of the Human Race's strong fighters on the battlefield survive, but the Altar Formation might also remain unbroken.
Ye Feng too turned to look towards the Whirlpool portal, his expression just as grave. At this critical moment, the strongest of the Four Great Powers had actually begun to think about retreating, and many had already approached the edge of the Great Wall of Heaven, ready to flee back to the Human Realm if the situation turned dire.
Ye Feng, although angered by these people, could not blame them. After all, not everyone was prepared to sacrifice themselves, and given their high cultivation levels, even if the Great Wall of Heaven were to be breached by the Demon Horn Tribe Army invading the Human Realm, they could probably still survive. So under these circumstances, expecting them to fight to the death was likely impossible.
As the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the Human Race, Ye Feng knew they could not delay any longer. He quickly moved to Old Long's side.
"Old man, I'll block the Whirlpool Gate, and I'll leave the Altar Formation to you. How long do you think you can take to break through it?" asked Ye Feng in a serious tone.
Old Long, taken aback, responded, "You block the Whirlpool Gate? How could that be possible, I fear not even I can hold it." freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Don't worry about that; I should be able to hold it for half a quarter hour. During this time, please break through the Altar Formation at all costs, otherwise our Human Race is doomed!"
Having said that, Ye Feng dashed straight towards the Whirlpool portal in the void ahead, where continuously more powerhouses from the Demon Horn Tribe were pouring out.
"This lowly Human Race, so full of big talk," said one scornfully. "Just with him alone, he thinks he can stop our Demon Horn Tribe's army?"
"Forget this lowly kid, even that Half-Step Void Realm leader of the Human Race couldn't hope to stop our army. Brothers, charge and annihilate these damned Human Race!"
The warriors of the Demon Horn Tribe roared angrily, and in a moment, rushed towards Ye Feng like a swarm, numbering in the hundreds, dense and numerous, among them many great powers of the Yin-Yang Realm.
Ye Feng hovered motionless in front of the Whirlpool portal, his face showing determination. Suddenly, he flipped his wrist and in his palm appeared a bead. The clear and lustrous pearl, no bigger than a pigeon egg and seemingly ordinary, did not look like any kind of formidable magic treasure.
Witnessing Ye Feng's move, the Demon Horn warriors couldn't help but mock, "This is sheer ignorance! The lowly and ignorant Human Race, this kid actually thinks he can stop us with such a small pearl, he's really overestimating himself!"
However, before they could finish their words, their laughter died in their throats.
At that moment, Ye Feng's eyes hardened as he manipulated a magic spell; the Weak Water Spirit Pearl he held flew out of his hand.
With a thunderous roar, the mighty Weak Water gushed out from the pearl, torrential and surging towards the oncoming Demon Horn Army and the nearby Whirlpool Gate.
