Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 929 Unstoppable
"Heh~te~"

House spat disdainfully into the air beside him; this legend of the Crimson Fire Land was pitifully weak.

In comparison, the legends who roam the bloody battlefields are much more exciting. Not only are there those who can fight him to a standstill, but there are also many more who can beat him to a pulp.

Compared to House's dissatisfaction and the calm of the people on the floating city, the other forces were not feeling so good at this moment.

Who would have thought that the legend of the Crimson Fire Land couldn't even withstand three sword strikes from this great swordsman of the Immortal Wasteland, and was cleaved in two, utterly dead.

The difference between the two is so great that many people are even wondering whether the legend of the Crimson Fire Land is a real legend or just an extraordinary powerhouse in disguise.

However, House didn't care about what these people were thinking. Instead, he brandished his sword, his tiger-like eyes glaring towards the Crimson Fire Land, and grinned maliciously as he asked, "Who's coming?"

Lord of Crimson Fire felt a sudden, inexplicable panic rise in his heart when House glared at him.

Although Bakuk's strength is inferior to his, if they were to actually fight, he would definitely not be able to kill Bakuk within three moves.

However, this legendary swordsman named House killed Bakuk on the spot with just three sword strikes, and his strength was definitely above his.

The Lord of Crimson Fire was absolutely certain that if he were to face House, who was currently in the Starry Sky Dojo, his fate would probably not be any better than Bakuk's; at most, he would only last a little longer.

The Lord of Crimson Fire looked up at the floating city suspended in mid-air. Due to the angle, he could not see the scene inside the floating city. Of course, because of the magic shield, he could not see it even if he wanted to.

But it was precisely this that made the Immortal Wasteland increasingly mysterious in the heart of the Crimson Flame Lord.

He suddenly realized why the scholars of Kalanburg had asked them to target this emerging power.

Suddenly, the Lord of Crimson Fire felt a cold gaze, like the gaze of a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, staring intently at its prey.

He is the prey!

The Lord of Crimson Fire did not turn his head, nor did his breathing rate change; only a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Even without turning his head, he could guess that the owner of that gaze was the legendary shadow assassin of the Shadow Empire.

Faced with House's challenge and the chilling gaze that made him feel like he was being pricked by thorns, the Lord of Crimson Fire struggled internally and his expression kept changing.

Finally, he looked up at House in the Starry Sky Dojo, swallowed hard to ease his parched throat, and then said:

"Lord House's combat prowess is unparalleled; the Crimson Fire Lands are no match for him. I, the Lord of Crimson Fire Lands, acknowledge that the Immortal Wasteland is qualified to participate in the meeting."

As soon as he finished speaking, even more threatening gazes fell on the Lord of Crimson Fire. Feeling the weight of those gazes, he lowered his already bowed head even further.

But the Lord of Crimson Fire had no regrets. He could simply abandon the power he had worked so hard to build, or even give up the continent of Kovale and go to the other three continents to make a living. With their legendary strength, they could live well no matter where they went.

On the contrary, if he continued to fight the Immortal Wasteland to the end, he would probably die under that crimson sword, along with the legends of the entire Crimson Fire Land.

Compared to precious life, dignity and status are merely external things. When faced with a life-or-death threat, these things can be abandoned without the slightest hesitation.

You Yan was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and looked in the direction of the Immortal Wasteland, saying, "Then, the Crimson Fire Land voluntarily concedes defeat, and the Immortal Wasteland obtains the qualification for the fifth seat in the reserve."

"Will the Immortal Wasteland continue to launch challenges?" You Yan's words seemed like a question, but the threat in them was already quite obvious. However, Gao Yang didn't care about this weak and useless threat.

He simply looked at You Yan and nodded casually.

Upon seeing this, You Yan immediately announced that the challenge would continue, and the next opponent in the Immortal Wasteland would be Okarant, who was ranked fourth in the reserve.

Upon hearing You Yan's question, the ruler of Okarant showed some difficulty on his face. He wanted to admit defeat directly, but he was afraid of being purged by the five major powers, including Kalanburg, afterward.

After much deliberation, they could only resign themselves to sending a legendary figure to fight House.

The result was as expected. After only seven or eight exchanges, House killed the legendary Ocalante with a single sword strike.

After Okarant conceded defeat, You Yan looked at Gao Yang and asked, "Shall we continue?"

"continue."

"continue."

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Anja Bailey put down his staff and looked at the tribal warrior who had fallen a thousand meters away, holding a primitive spear, with a relaxed and carefree expression.

After half a day of fighting, the Immortal Wasteland advanced unstoppably, and the five major forces in the reserve seats had no effect whatsoever. After hastily leaving behind five legendary corpses, the Immortal Wasteland advanced to the first place in the reserve seats, gaining the qualification to challenge the last place in the rotating seats.

At the bottom of the rotating seats is the massive force of the Zhom, composed of orcs whose combat power and fighting spirit are unmatched by the five forces in the reserve seats.

While it didn't pose much of a hindrance to Angel Bailey's legendary team, it certainly took up some of their time and energy.

But that's all. Angel Bailey and the others are legendary powerhouses who have survived many years in the Bloodbath Lands. The amount of experience they have had in battles of the same level is far beyond what these legends who have lived a life of luxury on the Kovale Continent can match.

Therefore, although it was a bit tricky, it did not stop the Immortal Wasteland from moving forward.

The battle ended when the last of the Thorn Tribe's primitive warriors, besides the chief, fell before Angel Bailey.

The Immortal Wasteland has now reached the seventh position in the rotating seat. Ahead of the Immortal Wasteland, only the warlord force of Dagon, who worships the god of strength and military, remains.

After resolving the Dagon issue, the Immortal Wasteland gained the right to launch an assault on the permanent seats.

Having fought so far, the performance of the Immortal Wasteland has earned the recognition of the vast majority of forces present, who acknowledge its strength and qualification for a permanent seat.

You Yan's face was now expressionless. He looked at Gao Yang and asked again, "Shall we continue with the Immortal Wasteland?"

Ange Bailey turned to look at Gao Yang, who nodded slightly to him. Ange Bailey shrugged and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, please continue. Let me see the power of the goblins of Dagon."

You Yan glanced at Angie Bailey silently, then said, "Then so be it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a goblin over four meters tall, with a dark green color, suddenly rushed into the Starry Night Doctrine Arena.

(End of this chapter)