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Chapter 230: Fifteenth Level Forbidden Spell
"Xiao Tian, we will watch from here," Yang Chen said as he patted Xiao Tian's wolf head. Xiao Tian growled in dissatisfaction.
Seven Princes rode forward and soon appeared behind a small team of fifty people. The seven of them exuded a powerful aura, and their fighting spirit surged forth. Before the small team could react, they were slaughtered completely by the seven.
"So these mages are so fragile in close combat. Even though they have some kind of magical shield, they can't withstand a single blow from me," Pride Emperor said.
"Don't be careless," Shadow Emperor reminded.
"Don't worry, kill!"
"There are enemies here, everyone be careful," one mage warned. As soon as he finished speaking, Shadow Emperor's dagger sliced through his throat.
"Falling Stars!" a mage chanted while holding a magic stone in his left hand and a yellow wand in his right.
"You think you can chant spells in front of me?" the Dragon Emperor said as he punched the mage's head, crushing it.
"Fragile, really fragile!" the Dragon Emperor scoffed.
"Alright, Dragon Emperor, don't be careless. Be careful!" Thunder Emperor had not finished speaking when a fireball the size of a basin fell from the sky.
As he spoke, he donned his fiery armor and punched out, shattering the fireball.
"Huh? Can the Flame absorb these magical fireballs?" Thunder Emperor looked at Nine Heavens Thunder Flame in surprise.
"Old Lei, what are you dawdling for? Kill!" the Dragon Emperor shouted.
"I found something strange. Xiao Yan, use your Flame God Pearl to see if you can absorb the magical elements in the air," Thunder Emperor said.
“Brother Lei, let me give it a try,” Yan Zhiming said.
He then held the fiery red Flame God Pearl in his right hand and attracted the fireball rushing toward the sky. In an instant, the fireball was devoured by the Flame God Pearl.
“Brother Lei, it can be consumed. Moreover, after my Flame God Pearl devoured it, its power has increased slightly,” Yan Zhiming said, slightly excited.
“It’s not that your Flame God Pearl has become stronger; rather, your Flame God Pearl is recovering. In the words of the Celestial Emperor, your Flame God Pearl is definitely not just a low-grade Heavenly Artifact! Otherwise, Emperor Yan wouldn’t have looked down on it back then,” Thunder Emperor said.
“Got it, Brother Lei,” Yan Zhiming nodded and replied.
“Don’t use fire-type magic; use something else,” someone in the Mage crowd shouted. “These people are just freaks!”
“Frozen Extreme Rain!” a Mage in the crowd shouted, and three seconds later, hail and icy rain fell from the sky.
“Everyone scatter; this is an eighth-tier magic. It’s a single-target attack!” Dragon Emperor shouted.
As the hail and icy rain hit the ground, they instantly formed an icy surface. If it struck a person, while it might not freeze them to death, they would definitely be turned into an ice sculpture!
Slaughter; this was already one-sided slaughter. Once the Seven Princes got close to the Mage group, it would be a one-sided harvest of lives.
“Everyone activate Gravity Technique!”
“Yes, my lord. Gravity Technique!”
The Mages shouted as yellowish light circles emerged around their bodies, murmuring something.
“My lord?” In the distance, Yang Chen had a slight smile on his lips and then used Demon God Flash to appear behind an elderly man dressed in brocade robes.
“Spatial Transfer!” Before Yang Chen could attack, the elderly man used spatial magic to disappear in an instant, asking from a hundred meters away, “You can also use Spatial Transfer?”
“Oh? Isn’t it called Teleportation?” Yang Chen said as he brushed his bangs.
“Teleportation? We won't. My lord, since you can use Spatial Transfer, it means you are also a Mage. Are you interested in helping me? I can make you my subordinate, second only to me,” the old man said.
“Friend, you are overthinking it,” Yang Chen replied lazily.
“Ha ha, a Ninth Level warrior worth Three billion, and you are still not moved? Then, die! Falling Stars!” the old man shouted madly, as the magic stone in his left hand turned to dust.
“Falling Stars?” Yang Chen looked up at the sky and said. He had always known this guy was secretly casting spells, but he didn't stop him; he just wanted to see what abilities he had. Now…
“Seven Star Sword!” Yang Chen shouted in a deep voice.
The Seven Star Sword could automatically block single-target attacks and was about to activate against area attacks.
A meteor the size of a house, engulfed in raging flames, fell down and struck Yang Chen.
“Celestial Emperor!” the Seven Princes shouted simultaneously.
“Be careful, the Celestial Emperor will be fine,” Shadow Emperor quickly reassured.
“Ha ha, a fifteenth-level Forbidden Spell, and you dare to withstand it? You are seeking death,” Hua Pao Elder laughed loudly.
“A fifteenth-level Forbidden Spell? Sima Yi's D skill?” Yang Chen's voice came from atop the massive meteor. He was standing on the meteor, absorbing the surrounding flames and fire elements into his body, drawn in by the Chaotic Heavenly Fire.
“You, you, you are unharmed? You can actually withstand a fifteenth-level Forbidden Spell?” The old man exclaimed in surprise.
“It’s just a fifteenth-level Forbidden Spell. Even if it were a Ninth Level divine spell, I could endure it!” Yang Chen said coldly. “Ghostly Divine Cross Slash, Ten Thousand Cuts to One!”
“Puff!” A perfectly proportioned cross was imprinted on the old man's body, and then his life force slowly faded away.
“Well, well, that was a powerful strike, comparable to a fifth-level divine skill!” With that, he collapsed to the ground.
“My lord, my lord is dead! My lord is dead!”
"What should we do?"
"It's over. The Heavenly Emperor will kill us."
"Don't be afraid. As long as we kill that Black Armor man, the Heavenly Emperor won't blame us. Everyone, kill him!"
"Yes, kill him!"
In an instant, hundreds of millions of mages simultaneously cast powerful spells, attempting to engulf Yang Chen and his eight companions with magic.
"Everyone, retreat," Yang Chen commanded, then disdainfully looked at the distance where Long Xiao and others had already retreated under the orders of Dragon Break the Sky.
"The Demon God will annihilate everything in anger!" Yang Chen roared, then soared into the sky, his right hand holding the Yan Huang Blood Sword which immediately radiated a blood-red glow.
"Hah!" Yang Chen shouted fiercely, swinging his sword. Suddenly, a burst of red light erupted, and sword energy surged in all directions.
In all Eight Directions, each wave of sword energy harvested enemies from one side.
"Thud thud." Countless chaotic soldiers were cut in half, resulting in countless casualties.
"Retreat! Retreat! This is not human; they are demons!!"
"Ah, hurry and retreat!"
The mages still chanting spells had no idea how many had died under the Wrath of the Spirits.
"Do you still want to oppose me?" Yang Chen asked coldly, like a demon god.
"I... I..."
"Kill him! If we don't kill him, the Heavenly Emperor will still kill us! I refuse to believe he can use any divine technique!"
"Yes, he killed so many of our brothers, we can't just let him go!"
"Forbidden. Dark Canopy!"
"Forbidden. Death Ray!"
"Forbidden. Destruction Celestial Flame!"
"Forbidden. Earth Shatter Heavenly Collapse!"
Countless Mages were using Forbidden Spells again. Yang Chen frowned and said coldly, "Aren't you all giving up yet?"
"Go!"
"Destruction!"
"Brother, I will avenge you!"
"Sigh! People are so stubborn. Demon God Set - Absolute Defense!" Yang Chen sighed.
Then a two-meter-wide Golden Halo enveloped Yang Chen, allowing countless Forbidden Spells to bombard him.
"What is that golden shield?"
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