Like a sunset piercing the sky, crashing into the ground.
A loud crash reverberated, dust rose everywhere.
The pitch-black curtain shrouding the battlefield shattered explosively, a deep pit appeared on the ground, and the powerful airwave was like an earth dragon turning its body, forcing Oron and others back, kicking up a storm of dust and wind.
Everyone was shocked, and even the entire battlefield fell into a brief pause.
The rain of arrows in the sky seemed to stagnate as a result, and Molly and others, who were fending off the snake-man clan, widened their eyes.
The core clansmen of the distant Fire Rong Tribe and Black Blade Tribe on the giant lizard also had their snake eyes constrict, their expressions puzzled and uncertain.
At the moment the thought arose, one could see within the deep pit at the center of the dust, the roar of the winged snake came to an abrupt halt, countless pieces of flesh and bone splattering out.
Shadows flickered on the ground, and visibly, the fifth rank elder of the Black Blade Tribe jumped within the shadows at the edge of the pit, dodging and appearing.
The shadowy power on his body slowly faded away, his snake eyes filled with doubt, he only felt extraordinary pain in his body, his snake scales bleeding, his vital energy fluctuating turbulently, difficult to suppress.
He was just about to continue dodging back to create distance, but.
The sound of vibrating stone wings suddenly rang out, a violent wind swept through, dispersing all the dust.
A solid massive white-gray hand abruptly reached out, and the towering six-to-seven-meter body flew over.
In an instant, under countless gazes.
The fifth rank elder of the Black Blade Tribe exclaimed in shock and anger, feeling that the world had gone dark because of it, the massive hand was like a mountain about to crush him.
At the critical moment, infinite shadows gathered and burst forth, emerging from the brown ground before him, transforming into a terrifying black light, shooting straight towards the Holy Shield Giant Statue.
The sound of tearing was akin to a sonic boom, only then did Oron and others come to their senses.
"It’s the Black Blade High Priest!!"
Amidst the loud shouts, shock and anger mingled.
One could see an elderly snake-man wrapped in a black robe, who had somehow appeared at the center of the battlefield, the aura of a sixth-order Saint spreading outwards, incredibly powerful.
Faces changed color, the black light condensed by shadows hit the white-gray body.
The huge sound erupted to the sky, visibly, the black light spread like a curtain, engulfing and wrapping the giant statue, freezing it in place.
Upon seeing this scene, the fifth rank elder of the Black Blade Tribe showed a look of relief, while Molly at the rear finally returned to her senses, her expression filled with astonishment, doubt, and anger.
The young man’s silhouette on the statue’s shoulder was so familiar, but at this moment it was about to be swallowed by the black light.
People of the Black Fortress showed confusion and despair, but the snake-man tribe on the opposite side was exceptionally excited.
With the appearance of a sixth-order Saint, this battle surely...
Rude strength exploded with a roar, golden patterns flashed on the white-gray body.
The robust thick hand was like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, crushing the so-called black light and curtain.
Then, the giant hand closed, capturing the fifth rank elder who hadn’t yet dodged away and was still in place.
Blood splattered, flesh shattered.
The Holy Shield Giant Statue stood silently and majestically in place; in the distance, the so-called Black Blade High Priest’s snake eyes slightly wavered, showing surprise and doubt.
A question arose, simultaneously appearing in other snake-men’s hearts.
How rare and powerful is a Saint?
Even for these large southern tribes, they are few.
Since when did the Holy City gain a new and unfamiliar Saint?
Amidst surprise and doubt, this thought was like a shocking wave sweeping through everyone’s heart.
The giant white-gray statue, six to seven meters tall, stood at the center of the pit, clad in golden armor, golden patterns swirling around its limbs and wings.
A conical dragon tail trailed behind, beneath the crown on the statue’s forehead, a crystal diamond with a touch of blue sky light shining through.
A black-haired young man in brown hemp clothing stood atop its shoulder and back, though his face was pale, his expression was indifferent, overlooking everything around.
The atmosphere was silent, then a white-gray fist suddenly slammed down, heading straight for the ground.
Everything shattered, a giant crater reappeared on the ground.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the figure of the Black Blade High Priest disappear, only to reappear within the snake-man camp a hundred meters away, once again forming a human shape.
He had just entered a dream and found that the former gathering place had turned into a black fortress wall.
But before he had time to figure out the situation, he saw the scene of the snake-man tribe’s massive invasion.
Without much hesitation, he chose to intervene.
As for this outcome, he wasn’t surprised.
No sixth-order should be underestimated, let alone the snake-man tribe with their snake god bloodline and eerie methods.
Suddenly, an angry and surprised voice echoed.
On the platform on the giant lizard’s back, the people of the Fire Rong Tribe were astonished, shocked, and angry.
The human who had come to Yellow Sand City to snatch the Snake Spirit Fruit was actually still alive?
Moreover, his companion had become a sixth-order Saint?
Voices of surprise and doubt arose in their hearts, while Molly and others several hundred meters in the back finally saw Chen Feng’s figure and face clearly, each with a varied expression.
Oron and the guards’ faces froze, clearly recognizing that the Holy Shield Giant was the one who had killed at the Snake God Temple before.
As for Molly, she was even more disbelieving.
Is it really Mr. Feng Chen!
The thought arose, only to see Chen Feng turning his head, looking towards her.
In the exchange of gazes, Chen Feng saw the excitement and complexity in her expression, also seeing Wu Heng and other former refugees on the black castle.
He looked directly, nodding calmly.
But before he could take any further action, he saw the Black Blade High Priest in the distance quell all speculation and doubt, speaking coldly.
"No matter who you are."
"Daring to hinder the steps of the snake god is destined for death."
As the words landed, Chen Feng suddenly felt his body stiffen.
Not only him, but even the Holy Shield Giant Statue.