Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 682 452: The Holy Spear Pierces the World

Boyan Tu squinted his eyes slightly, sensing the messages coming from all directions of the world.

He could perceive that someone was hiding in the shadows, waiting for a chance to assassinate.

However, he couldn't detect the specific location, and he assumed that anyone who could give him such a sense of crisis wouldn't be easy to deal with.

His expression remained indifferent, and he murmured softly, "That crafty monk is indeed shrewd. While the enemy chief is extraordinary, there is only one of him. The rest of these cultivators from the Land of the West are not easy to handle."

Moreover, even if he dealt with all the enemies, in the eyes of the Grandmaster, it would probably be less effective than that crafty monk taking down an enemy chief.

Additionally, that foreign general who had seized the fortune of many dragons and bore Dragon Qi, his flesh and bones, even his soul, were excellent refining materials. These old things coming down from the Great Snow Mountain couldn't hide their pettiness no matter what.

"It's a pity, I see that you might not be able to subdue that Black Dragon."

Boyan Tu's expression was calm, but his tone clearly carried a touch of sarcasm. Dragon Qi naturally had a suppressive effect on magic, otherwise, he would have already captured the Ming Country's Emperor.

That Sang Jie thought he could suppress Dragon Qi with a human bone magical artifact forged from the remains of Emperor Song; truly ridiculous.

As for that foreign general, although his Dragon Qi was weak, it was something only the orthodox Central Plains dynasties could possess.

The Boyan Tu Shaman did not take the initiative to attack but quietly waited for the enemy to strike first.

Boyan Temur was intimidated by his aura, and for a moment, did not dare to urge this Great Shaman into battle, as the task he received was merely to block this foreign cavalry. As long as the main force led by the Grandmaster routed the Ming army, everything would be settled.

The first to fight was Venezia.

The biggest characteristic of Venezia was his thick skin and flesh; as long as he wasn't killed instantly, he became more courageous the longer he fought. Having him test the opponent's level was the most appropriate.

"What a wicked and sinister creature."

Boyan Tu snorted coldly, and the clouds in the sky roiled as if boiling.

"Thunder, come!"

Within the clouds, a series of electric arcs began to crackle out.

Boyan Tu's white robe puffed up, whether by wind or his own mana, and his gaze was clear and bright.

A thick bolt of lightning struck down with a thunderous roar, Venezia felt a great sense of foreboding, but the lightning was so fast, he couldn't even transform into his true werewolf form before being struck, turning both man and horse into charcoal.

Hans watching from behind broke into a cold sweat.

If it had been him instead, he would certainly have been struck dead.

He and Venezia were both at the Five-Star level, but their level was only Five-Star maxed at seventy, which lagged significantly behind Jeanne and Cherinita, who were at Tier Two max level, falling far behind the standards Losa needed to face.

Luckily, Venezia's life force was tenacious, and his carbonized body rapidly grew new flesh and blood. However, the thunderbolt power containing evil-breaking force suppressed his recovery ability to an extremely low level, completely losing combat effectiveness in the short term.

The electric arcs continued to flicker in the clouds.

Jeanne's expression grew solemn; she had initially thought the dark-skinned, elephant-riding Eastern Divine Official was a rather tricky foe, but she never expected this Shaman Priest in white to be even stronger.

Boom!

Lightning struck again.

At this moment, the energy consumption of this terrifying lightning actually struck simultaneously in two places: one directly hit the slowly recovering Venezia, and the other struck a scarlet figure from the shadow beside Venezia.

Kurs, who intended to save Venezia, transformed into countless blood-red bats, fleeing swiftly.

Yet another bolt of lightning struck down, scattering the bats into countless electric arcs, sweeping them all away.

Furinjira's expression turned icy, a murderous gleam flickering in her scarlet eyes: "This old guy, does he even expend any energy while striking?"

Kurs was her closest person besides Losa. If it weren't for knowing that death here was only a fictional death and not real, she wouldn't have been able to quell the killing intent in her heart, wanting to rush out and fight that shaman to the death.

"Such a powerful magic, he's using it so casually..."

Jeanne, coordinating the overall situation, felt her expression grow colder.

At this moment.

Behind Boyan Tu, a girl in a blue cloak suddenly appeared, wielding dual swords shimmering in blue light, slashing fiercely at his back.

Boyan Tu ignored it, slapping the ground heavily, forming an earthen barrier that perfectly blocked Cherinita's surprise attack from behind.

Golden restraints descended from the sky.

But Boyan Tu was the first to make a response.

A heavy sense of oppression descended abruptly around Lavinia, and the once invisible and formless wind condensed into a prison, wrapping around Miss Adjudicator, rapidly shredding her trapped inside. Miss Adjudicator struggled to muster her Thorn Armor, desperately resisting.

Before elite transformation, her Weakening Decree had a decent effect, but with the pressure of the attack, it couldn't be maintained any longer.

"I understand now!"

Jeanne suddenly spoke.

Golden radiance pierced through the clouds, the dazzling Golden Armored Knight raised the descending golden beam, the resplendent Holy Spear in her hand radiated with immense golden light.

She did not throw the Spear of Certain Hit, but instead lifted it high and stabbed it fiercely into the ground.

At this moment, it seemed as if some invisible shackles were cut.

The ubiquitous, omnipresent hostility in heaven and earth dissipated entirely.

Jeanne's eyes shone golden, the divine golden flame behind her formed into four wings: "The world is indifferent, merely a power borrowed through some means. Once the link between you is broken, what abilities do you have left?"

The shaman's eyes returned from the misty white, and for the first time, anger was evident on his otherwise impassive face: "Artifact from the Land of the West, are you from the Cross Sect?"

"Old thing, have you been out of touch for too long?"

An illusory blood-red shadow floated above the shaman's head.

The overwhelming Power of Blood Sea condensed into a massive crystalline greatsword, its edges intertwined with countless blood-colored fragments, aiming to strike the shaman's head. Even before the sword fell, blood trickled from Boyan Tu Shaman's nose and mouth.

"Evil spirit, begone!"

The eagle feather crown above Boyan Tu's head immediately flapped its wings, transforming into an unimaginably colossal giant condor, letting out a sharp cry to collide with Furin's greatsword. The crystalline greatsword that could drain life force and even lifespan, raised clouds of fragments upon collision.

This giant condor, pure and firm, possessed incredibly strong Power of Evil Breaking!

A shrill eagle cry echoed.

The divine eagle flew towards Furin, where the two collided.