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MARTIAL PEAK 5745

In the void, the two auras collided and the battle continued. Yang Kai's every step was filled with blood and he was in a miserable state. Facing a Pseudo-Royal Lord head on like this, he was still no match for him, especially when this Pseudo-Royal Lord named Meng Que was an experienced Pseudo-Royal Lord, not someone who had just been born and had yet to familiarize himself with his strength.

The strength he could display was almost the same as Mo Na Ye's.

Each time they collided, it was almost a crushing blow to Yang Kai's strength. Yang Kai retreated again, his figure drifting like a lone boat floating on a stormy sea, ready to capsize at any moment.

The two Great Daos of Time and Space had been pushed to their limits, and the Dao Concepts around his body twisted, relying on the Great Dao of Time's ability to predict the enemy's movements and the Space Great Dao's ability to move about.

A golden dragon shadow wrapped around his body, and a layer of fine dragon scales appeared on his skin. Facing such a powerful opponent, Yang Kai's fighting style was completely defensive. The dragon scales could reduce a lot of damage, and the dragon shadow wrapped around his body was not used to resist Meng Que's attack, but rather to heal his injuries.

Even the majestic Towering Evergreen Secret Technique, which had not been used for many years, was used. A towering tree descended from the sky and enveloped Yang Kai's figure, its branches releasing rich vitality.

This Secret Technique was a combination of defensive and healing effects, but under the bombardment of a Pseudo-Royal Lord, the amount of protection it could provide to Yang Kai was extremely limited.

Fortunately, this Secret Technique, which was powered by the essence of the Eternal Tree, had an extraordinary healing effect, comparable to the power of the Dragon Vein.

In the midst of this fierce battle, Meng Que also quickly discovered this point. Although he didn't know what kind of Divine Ability Yang Kai was using, the wounds on his body were healing at a visible rate.

This caused Meng Que's brow to furrow slightly. Yang Kai's methods were treacherous, and his tenacious vitality was truly surprising. The difference in strength between them was almost overwhelming, yet he was unable to finish him off in a short time, causing Meng Que to become even more ruthless.

He had no choice but to divert a portion of his attention to investigate the whereabouts of the Monster Leopard. According to the intelligence he had received from various battlefields, this Monster Leopard's strength was extraordinary, and because it came from the Monster Race, it had an innate ability to conceal itself. Once it used this innate ability, it would become almost invisible, and when it suddenly attacked, it could not be underestimated.

[MSN: man, he remind me of lucent nargacuga from monster hunter rise so much.]

This was also part of Yang Kai's plan. From the very beginning, he had allowed the Thunder Shadow to conceal itself to restrain Meng Que's mind.

Although Thunder Shadow's strength was not bad, he had not surpassed an ordinary Eighth Order like Yang Kai. Facing such a Pseudo-Royal Lord, even if he really attacked, it wouldn't have much of an effect and would be accompanied by great risks, so instead of fighting, it was better to hide.

Only a trump card that hadn't been used yet would cause the enemy to feel fear.

Meng Que thought that the Thunder Shadow had been hiding nearby, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but in fact, when Yang Kai decided to fight with Meng Que, it had already disappeared into the distance.

The direction he was heading was exactly where Yang Kai had sensed the aftershocks of the battle between the Human Race and Black Ink Clan masters.

Meng Que had threatened Yang Kai with his words, forcing Yang Kai to confront him head-on. Although it seemed like Yang Kai had fallen into a great disadvantage, this situation was already within Yang Kai's expectations, so he naturally had a way to deal with it.

There were two sides to everything. The Eighth Order Human Race masters who were fighting with the Black Ink Clan's Pseudo-Royal Lord, although Meng Que had the qualifications to threaten him, how could Yang Kai not have the same ability?

In a one-on-one fight, Yang Kai was indeed no match for Meng Que, but with the help of these Eighth Order masters, dealing with Meng Que would not be a problem.

If he wanted to achieve this, he had to help these Eighth Order masters first.

Therefore, Thunder Shadow went over.

Using its innate ability to conceal its aura, it flew towards the battlefield silently.

From a distance, he could feel the World Force surging and colliding with the surging Ink Force.

Further ahead, he saw four Eighth Order Human Race masters form a Four Directions Array and fight against a Pseudo-Royal Lord.

The situation was somewhat disadvantageous for the Human Race.

Against an expert like the Black Ink Clan's Pseudo-Royal Lord, the Human Race's Eighth Order masters had to form a Five Directions Array in order to qualify to contend with him. The Four Directions Array was still somewhat lacking.

When Thunder Shadow arrived, although the four Eighth Order masters worked together perfectly to form the battle formation, they were still at a disadvantage.

There were still a few pieces of the Black Ink Clan's corpse scattered around, obviously the nearby Black Ink Clan soldiers who had noticed the commotion and rushed over to assist, but all of them had been killed.

Although the situation was somewhat unfavorable, the four Eighth Order masters were not in mortal danger for the time being, they were not pushovers. Each of them had experienced countless life and death battles, so they had their own plans to deal with this situation.

The four people's momentum was like a rainbow, all of them putting their lives on the line, their attacks incomparably fierce and ruthless, causing the Pseudo-Royal Lord to feel somewhat restrained.

If he could steel his heart and put his life on the line, there was a high chance he could finish off these four Eighth Order masters, but if he did so, he would have to pay a heavy price, or at least suffer heavy injuries.

Inside this Universe Furnace world, if a severely wounded Pseudo-Royal Lord were to encounter another Human Race master, he would definitely die.

He had risked his life to become a Pseudo-Royal Lord, so how could he possibly put himself in such a dangerous situation?

The four Eighth Order Human Race masters had considered this point, which was why they had taken such a strong stance. In the end, the Black Ink Clan's healing was much more troublesome than the Human Race's. Even if they had to exchange their lives for injuries, the Human Race wouldn't suffer too much.

Sure enough, after fighting for a long time, the Pseudo-Royal Lord became extremely depressed. Seeing that he could not easily deal with the Eighth Order Human Race masters, he began to retreat.

The joint forces of the Eighth Order masters naturally noticed this, and under the control of their battle formation, they also tacitly slowed down their attacks.

If they didn't have to put their lives on the line, they wouldn't be willing to give up their lives so easily. No one was willing to die just like that. Since this Pseudo-Royal Lord wanted to leave, they were more than happy to oblige.

In the next instant, black ink cloud filled the sky and enveloped the entire sky. The Pseudo-Royal Lord made a feint and quickly retreated, instantly escaping the range of the four Eighth Order masters.

Frowning, just as he was about to say something and flee, a strange feeling suddenly appeared behind him. The Pseudo-Royal Lord's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly turned around and raised his palm.

However, this palm strike hit nothing but air. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a black leopard that had appeared behind him at some point and retreating in time while a pure white light filled his vision.

Light of Purification… Evil-Breaking Divine Lance!

With Black Ink Disciple providing them with information about the Human Race, the Black Ink Clan naturally had some understanding of the Evil-Breaking Divine Lance. Moreover, after so many years of fighting with the Human Race, this kind of weapon that was commonly used in various battlefields had given the Black Ink Clan a headache.

Therefore, the moment he saw the dazzling white light, this Pseudo-Royal Lord knew that the black leopard which had silently snuck over had activated its Evil-Breaking Divine Lance.

Judging from its power, it was the Evil-Breaking Divine Lance that was specifically targeted at Territory Lords!

His mind raced as he quickly circulated his Ink Force to protect his body. Under the white light, the thick Ink Force was purified and dissipated, bathing in this pure light. Even a Pseudo-Royal Lord as strong as him couldn't help feeling a burning sensation.

Fortunately, he had noticed it in time and didn't let the black leopard completely succeed. Otherwise, if this sharp weapon had struck him and exploded inside his body, he would have suffered some minor injuries.

A powerful and vast formation suddenly enveloped him and four auras locked him in place. This Pseudo-Royal Lord was instantly filled with grief and indignation as the four Eighth Order Human Race masters… once again charged towards him.

Although he was furious, he didn't dare to fight back. With such a black leopard quietly joining the Human Race's side, his advantage was no longer there. If he continued to fight, he would only be inviting humiliation.

Moreover, he wasn't sure if there were more Human Race masters lying in ambush nearby.

Therefore, he decisively transformed into a dozen or so black ink clouds and flew out in all directions.

By the time the four Eighth Order Human Race masters arrived, they had only managed to block half of the black ink cloud, but there was no sign of the Pseudo-Royal Lord. With such a delay, how could they chase after the Pseudo-Royal Lord? All they could do was stop and sigh in pity.

Among the four Eighth Order masters, the one leading the formation was a tall and heroic man with fiery red hair, while the other three surrounded him.

If Yang Kai was here, he would definitely recognize this person as Ouyang Lie.

Ouyang Lie had originally been assigned to guard the Human Race's mining teams outside the No-Return Pass, but because a Territory Lord had snuck out of the Heavenly Beginning Great Restriction, Yang Kai had sent him back to the Human Race's Head Office to pass on this information.

Only then did he have a chance to enter the Universe Furnace, otherwise, he would definitely be hiding with the tens of thousands of human race outside the No-Return Pass.

Of the four Eighth Order masters present, only one of them was an old veteran Eighth Order, while the other three were all newcomers who had risen to prominence in the last several thousand years.

It was for this reason that he was the one in charge of controlling the Four Directions Array as the eye of the formation.

Old generals had their own responsibilities.

The three rookie Eighth Order masters were still somewhat restless, but Ouyang Lie slowly shook his head, "Don't pursue a cornered enemy."

Moreover, even if they chased after him, with their current state, it would be difficult to do anything to him.

In their fight with the Pseudo-Royal Lord, the four of them had more or less been injured. In the end, if it wasn't for the Pseudo-Royal Lord taking the initiative to retreat, they would not have been able to escape unscathed.

The Pseudo-Royal Lord… was indeed powerful! One against four, and the four of them had even formed a battle formation, yet they were actually being suppressed. For so many years, only Yang Kai had fought with a master of this level. Before the appearance of the Universe Furnace, no one had even seen the Pseudo-Royal Lord.

The more he thought about it, the more Ouyang Lie could feel how difficult it was for Yang Kai all these years.

The Black Ink Clan had long since had a Pseudo-Royal Lord. If it weren't for Yang Kai's efforts to restrain the Pseudo-Royal Lord, the Human Race would have suffered many casualties.

The 'Human Race' was a simple word, but it was an extremely heavy one. It was an inheritance that had been passed down since ancient times. Now, most of the burden of the Human Race was on the shoulder of a single person. How unfortunate!

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