CHAPTER 1318: CHAPTER 1318: QUASI–MARTIAL SAINT? MORE LIKE USELESS WEAKLINGS

With just two sword moves, Xiao Zheng broke the Vampire’s Bloodthirsty Formation and the Werewolf’s Army Formation. This scene caused Stefan and Lushan to widen their eyes in shock, displaying a look of disbelief.

"What kind of technique did the Evil God use that he managed to find the weak point of the formation so quickly and break it with minimal effort?"

"He’s already injured, yet he still possesses such strength. Is the Martial Saint truly that terrifying? Even when injured, they can’t be defeated."

The two of them trembled, even though they had reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts, just one step away from the Martial Saint, they could still feel fear.

Too terrifying!

These were the Bloodthirsty Formation and Army Formation, both of which were the foundations of their respective races, possessing world-ending power.

Xiao Zheng gently shook his wrist, dispersing the Gang Qi long sword into the air, then flashed back to his original spot, gazing around.

After that giant black bat shattered, the vampires scattered, now rolling on the ground, crying out in pain.

With the Bloodthirsty Formation broken, they too suffered impact, their bodies severely injured.

Once Tarbert’s long knife was broken, the Army Formation also collapsed, and almost all the werewolves coughed up blood at this time, their faces turning pale.

The Army Formation integrated not only their Gang Qi but also their spirit. Now that the formation was broken, the combined spirit was shattered, naturally causing great impact on their bodies.

Xiao Zheng turned to look at Lushan and Stefan, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, saying, "What are you two still doing there? Hurry up and make your move, the sooner we finish the battle, the sooner we can be relieved."

Stefan and Lushan both shivered.

Dang, such powerful formations can even be broken by you, who dares to fight you?

Both of them cursed wildly in their hearts.

However, although thinking like this, they were tasked with a mission, and if they left without doing anything, the consequences would be even more severe.

"Evil God, I urge you to surrender quickly!" Stefan shouted fiercely. "You’re at the end of the road, running on fumes. Surrendering might still give you a way out."

Xiao Zheng felt amused, "End of the road? You seem to misunderstand this term."

Lushan said coldly, "Martial Saint is also human, after repeated battles, you definitely can’t hold on any longer!"

When they said this, they were both watching Xiao Zheng’s expression, trying to discern his vulnerabilities.

Although afraid, they were not foolish and suspected that Xiao Zheng was nearing his limit.

If Xiao Zheng’s expression indeed showed any abnormality, they would immediately launch the fiercest attack.

"You’re right."

Xiao Zheng chuckled, "Since the battle with Harren started, I’ve been injured, and afterwards I spent a lot of energy healing my subordinates, then encountered you,

almost exhausting my last strength to break these two formations, so now I have no combat power left, do you believe me?"

Xiao Zheng actually admitted it!

Lushan and Stefan exchanged a glance, both dubious.

Is this a setup or a smoke screen?

If Xiao Zheng is lying and they believe him, they’d fall into Xiao Zheng’s trap, possibly dying without knowing how!

If Xiao Zheng is telling the truth but they hesitate out of fear and don’t attack, they might let this formidable enemy escape for nothing.

Both of them hesitated.

"Heh, so-called quasi-Martial Saints, I see a bunch of fools." Xiao Zheng mocked with a smile.

"Evil God, you better not push your luck!"

Stefan and Lushan were furious upon hearing this, "If you drive us mad, we’ll risk our lives to take you down!"

Xiao Zheng said, "Then come on,."

Stefan and Lushan’s expressions froze.

They really didn’t dare to attack.

The scene where Xiao Zheng broke two formations with one sword move was too shocking.

"Heh, Evil God, such arrogance."

Suddenly, a faint laughter rang from the mountains and forests, and a figure emerged, arriving at Stefan and Lushan’s side.

"Damon!"

Stefan exclaimed joyfully upon seeing the person.

Damon smiled faintly, "Mr. Stefan."

This Damon appeared as a young vampire, wearing a lavish, intricate robe popular among nobles during the Medieval period, exuding an aura of aristocratic elegance and courtesy.

"Didn’t expect you to come too, now we don’t have to worry about the Evil God." Stefan laughed heartily.

Meanwhile, Lushan’s expression darkened.

It’s actually Damon!

This person is a genius among the vampires, possessing strength that has reached the quasi-Martial Saint level, and he’s not under Harren, presumably invited by Harren as assistance.

If Damon and Stefan join forces and capture Xiao Zheng, Lushan stands to gain nothing.

"Humph, don’t think about monopolizing the benefits." Lushan’s eyes flashed coldly, he had decided to disrupt the situation later, preferring to let the Evil God escape than to let the Evil God fall into vampire hands.

"Damon, didn’t expect Harren to invite you as well, looks like coming here was the right choice, or you would have gotten the upper hand."

Suddenly, another voice came from high above, everyone looked up, and a figure descended from the sky, landing on the ground with a slight tremor, like a mountain falling.

"Marcus!"

This time, it was Lushan who exclaimed joyfully.

Marcus, the third battle commander under Rob III in the Werewolf Clan!

He possessed terrifying strength, already at the peak of quasi-Martial Saint, on par with Damon, just one step away from a Martial Saint.

Lushan didn’t expect that when he planned to disrupt the situation, the Werewolf Clan also sent a peak expert.

For a moment, Damon, Stefan, Marcus, and Lushan—four quasi-Martial Saints from the Vampire and Werewolf Clan—gathered here.

Even if a race war between Werewolves and Vampires began, they might not gather so many experts.

Xiao Zheng had a bitter smile on his lips; these people truly esteemed him.

Four quasi-Martial Saints teamed up, even a Martial Saint would take notice, let alone now he was injured and far from a match.

"Evil God, can you still turn the tables this time?" Stefan looked at Xiao Zheng with a mocking smile.

"Even if you have more hidden tricks, we won’t fear you anymore." Lushan grinned widely, feeling very pleased.