"Let's go help our husbands."
Lin Mengqian anxiously stared at Fang Xian in the distance, unable to resist the urge to help.
"Go, we must go! Let them bully us with their numbers!"
Lü Lingqi, leaning on her cross-shaped halberd, prepared to step forward.
"Wait."
Cheng Ying immediately stopped them, preventing them from acting rashly.
"This level of battle is beyond our capabilities. We'll only be a burden."
"I agree with Xiaoying. We can't act rashly."
Wu Lingtian's phoenix eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on the battlefield.
Chen Tingxuan was extremely anxious, her entire being restless and agitated.
"So what should we do now? We can't just wait around, can we?"
Tsunade frowned slightly, taking out a "healing potion" from her storage ring, her voice low and deep.
"Don't forget we have 'Life Link'! The best we can do to help our husbands now is to use 'Healing Potions' and be ready to replenish everyone's health."
The women, upon hearing this, immediately understood and took out their "Healing Potions," ready to respond at any moment.
Liu Shishuang, Takahashi Mitsuko, and other priests took out their staffs, ready to heal at any time.
Lin Mengqian, Tifa, and other warriors kept a close eye on the battlefield, ready to cast healing spells at any moment.
Mu Wanyao, clutching her slightly protruding belly, flew over slowly, a confident smile on her face.
"Sisters, aren't you all a little too dramatic?"
"Hehe, I think so too."
Zheng En'ai, also clutching her belly, smiled and said:
"Aren't you all a little overly worried? Our husbands' strength is much more than this."
"Exactly, our husbands have a whole bunch of self-enhancing skills they haven't even used yet, don't make a fuss."
Ning Rong'er gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, her face full of disdain.
"Hmph! Those four nobodies are no match for my husband."
"See? My husband's getting serious."
...
"Boom!"
Two attacks, one black and one white, hurtled towards Fang Xian with incredible speed.
Fang Xian remained calm, casually waving his hand.
The two extremely powerful attacks, one light and one dark, were instantly shattered, vanishing without a trace.
This scene stunned Tianweis, Satan, and Longling Ao, who were about to continue their attack.
"What...what's going on?"
"Our powerful attack was so easily shattered?"
"This seems a bit bad..."
Bai Yanluo's expression was equally grave. As an Awakened One who combined support and control abilities, if Fang Xian retaliated, he would be the first target of focused fire.
He couldn't just sit and wait to die. Holding a roulette wheel in one hand and a decree in the other, he activated his skill.
"A Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night."
Suddenly, the sky darkened, leaving only a thick, pervasive night.
In an instant, the earth trembled violently, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and yin energy surged forth like a raging tide.
A hideous, blue-faced, fanged monster leaped out first, followed by a water monster, its headless form riding a horse, sword in hand, its long tongue lolling out.
The hundred monsters surged forward, their ferocity, madness, sobs, roars, and grotesque laughter filling the sky with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
Panic, like an invisible net, enveloped the world.
"Don't hold back, Fang Xian is getting serious."
Long Ling'ao nodded, no longer holding back.
"Alright."
"Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, appear!"
He roared to the sky, the sound waves rippling and scattering the clouds.
In an instant, his body shone with golden light, so dazzling it almost blinded.
His limbs transformed rapidly like a dragon emerging from the sea, sharp golden claws extending from his fingertips, gleaming with a cold light. Layers upon layers of scales grew rapidly from beneath his skin, as hard as armor.
In a moment, a majestic five-clawed golden dragon soared into the air, its whiskers waving, its tail sweeping across the space, creating ripples.
It circled beneath the vast sky, its dragon eyes surveying the earth, carrying boundless pressure that commanded the submission of all things.
Tianweis, too, held nothing back, his white robes billowing in the wind.
His eyes seemed to hold boundless compassion, a single golden light between his brows, radiant and holy.
"Holy Angel, descend."
A blinding light erupted from behind, so dazzling that it eclipsed all other colors in the world.
A colossal, six-winged angel, towering to the heavens, slowly materialized. Each wing was as broad as a cloud hanging from the sky, its feathers shimmering.
The angel's six wings unfurled, unleashing an energy storm that sent the surrounding air humming.
The colossal angel clasped its hands together, its eyes lowered in devout prayer. A holy aura emanated from its body, rippling outwards with immense power.
Satan let out a cold snort, his voice hoarse.
"True Demon God, manifest!"
He was surrounded by billowing black smoke, its shadow tinged with an eerie red light. His form slowly grew larger, like a mountain.
His thick, curved ram's horns spiraled upwards, growing larger and larger beyond imagination, their tips gleaming with a cold light capable of easily tearing apart souls.
His eyes, with vertically split pupils, burned with an inextinguishable flame capable of scorching the soul.
His gaping maw was terrifying, filled with jagged, sharp teeth; saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, instantly corroding a deep, charred pit on the ground.
A pair of enormous bat wings slowly unfurled from his back, veins bulging, carrying black energy.
The oppressive aura emanating from Satan made everything tremble.
Seeing them all display their full power, Fang Xian no longer held back.
He activated the effect 3 of his "Exclusive Skill - All-Encompassing Ocean," transferring 50% of the attributes of all his contracted opponents to himself.
With another roar, he unleashed "White Tiger - King's Aura," increasing his agility, strength, and spirit by 400%.
His "Xuanyuan Sword" hummed as he unleashed the fully cooled "Swift Wind Sword Immortal."
At this moment, Fang Xian's agility had reached 1 million.
1 million agility—no one could stop him.
Fang Xian glanced at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.
In an instant, he vanished from his spot.
Countless sword strikes landed on Bai Yanluo, followed by a flurry of blows to Tianweisi, Satan, and Long Ling'ao.
All executed flawlessly, hitting their mark every time.
Fang Xian returned to his original position, finding them all still alive.
"Interesting."
Bai Yanluo, Tianweisi, Satan, and Long Ling'ao were all utterly shocked. They hadn't witnessed how Fang Xian had done it, how he had managed to slash them so many times.
If Bai Yanluo hadn't been cautious and cast an "immunity spell" on the four of them beforehand, that attack would have killed them all.
This time, the four of them were truly terrified.
Fang Xian's speed was simply too fast. Even if they could use control skills, Fang Xian's speed was enough to kill them before they could even use them.
They were inferior to Fang Xian in speed and strength; continuing the fight would surely lead to their deaths.
Long Ling'ao couldn't help but swallow hard, beginning to have second thoughts.
"Um... Fang Xian, how about we stop here? There's no need to fight to the death."
Tian Weisi, equally sweating, couldn't help but chime in:
"That's right, Fang Xian... From now on, we should all live in peace. There's no need to fight anymore; peace is paramount."
Bai Yanluo and Satan, both with grim expressions, nodded in unison.
"No more fighting, no more fighting! We're all friends, we'll see each other all the time, no need for this."
"Right, leave Lucifer to Fang Xian, young friend. Let's all disperse."
Fang Xian's lips curled slightly, and he said mockingly:
"Heh, you come and go as you please, do you think I, Fang Xian, am easy to talk to?"
"Besides, you don't need to worry about the future, after all, you
—have no future."