The dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag, was a sign of immense power unleashed in an instant. The speed and force had reached a level beyond normal human imagination. The air grew heavy, and the scene seemed to freeze at a single point!
Everyone on the city wall immediately looked towards the source of the sound—
Could it be the Pope?
However…
"Zhou Lu!?"
Chris stared in shock at Zhou Lu, who was soaring through the air, momentarily speechless!
How was this possible!
The Zhou family never practiced martial arts! How could he possess such formidable strength! And how was Zhou Lu among the Temple's ranks!
Chen Fan frowned, looking at the approaching Zhou Lu, then shook his head, "No, it's not Zhou Lu."
"He has no soul left. He is merely a killing puppet now."
As Chen Fan finished speaking, Zhou Lu had already taken several lives with a single saber strike, rushing towards the walls of Europa. "Chen Fan! Get out here!"
His imposing aura shook the ears of everyone present!
He was still coming for him?
Chen Fan looked coldly at the ghastly Zhou Lu below the city wall, let out a soft laugh, and then leaped directly into the battlefield.
"Did you trade your soul with the Pope?"
Zhou Lu's eyes, red as fire, fixed on Chen Fan. He did not answer the question. "Today, I will take your life!"
Chen Fan chuckled, revealing the Celestial Grass Divine Sword. "That depends on whether you have the ability!"
With that, Chen Fan lunged towards Zhou Lu!
*Clang!*
Their clash was sharp and intense!
The commotion from the two instantly drew the attention of many on the battlefield.
The Temple forces were counting on Zhou Lu's attack to be successful and boost their morale.
Meanwhile, the Godslayer squad naturally did not want Chen Fan to be defeated and injured before the Pope even appeared!
All eyes watched the battle, breath held tight in anticipation!
*Splurt!*
Zhou Lu's great saber narrowly grazed Chen Fan's sleeve, drawing a trickle of blood.
Chen Fan frowned. It seemed the Pope's puppet technique was more powerful than he had imagined.
Daring not to underestimate him, he immediately poured all his divine power into resisting Zhou Lu!
*Boom!*
Two fists collided!
Zhou Lu staggered back several steps!
His eyes widened in shock as he looked at Chen Fan, but he quickly let out a laugh. "You do have some skill!"
"But you will absolutely not survive my hand today!"
As Zhou Lu spoke, he actually swung his saber and chopped at his own arm!
A geyser of blood shot over a meter high, scattering across the battlefield.
Everyone was stunned by Zhou Lu's ruthless act, performed without a flicker of hesitation.
Chen Fan’s frown deepened as he looked at Zhou Lu. "How many more evil arts has he learned!"
Zhou Lu sneered, "You can ask when you're in hell!"
His saber, now stained with blood, gleamed even brighter. Zhou Lu's strength increased significantly. Without any hesitation, he charged forward again, clashing with Chen Fan!
*Swish!*
Chen Fan dodged again!
He looked at the frenzied Zhou Lu with disgust, then unleashed his full offensive!
He wielded the Celestial Grass Divine Sword to its utmost!
"Die!"
Chen Fan's cold eyes watched as he thrust his long sword into Zhou Lu's chest.
The scene froze for a moment.
On a battlefield of thousands, there was not a sound.
*Boom!*
Zhou Lu's body swayed, and finally, he collapsed like a puddle of mud, his life force flickering.
"Do not give them a chance to breathe!"
"Attack!"
With Zhou Lu dead, the vanguard, already under heavy pressure, had no ability to resist. They were pushed back several kilometers by the formidable Godslayer team!
Until—
"The main force has arrived! It's our elders!"
"Hahaha! I'd like to see how arrogant the five great families can be now!"
"Temple forces, hold on! Divine light is with you always!"
These soldiers, as if injected with chicken blood, were re-energized.
Luosheng and the others on the city wall saw it clearly.
Advancing from the distant horizon were the Temple's formidable reinforcements!
They were the core strength of the Temple, mostly God-level and Nascent Soul-level warriors.
Each one was highly skilled, and their attacks were equally fierce!
The initial advantage held by the Godslayer team was instantly reversed with their arrival.
The battle became a stalemate.
"What do you think?"
Facing the relentless assault, Chris asked those around him.
Should they commit all their forces now and fight them to the death?
Sausley was the first to volunteer, "This is their final desperate struggle. Although they are fierce, they are still far from our current fighting strength. If we eliminate them, the Pope alone will not be able to withstand the ambush of all our masters!"
"I agree. These must be the Temple's trump cards. We should seize the opportunity and eliminate them all first, gaining the initiative!"
"Then what are we waiting for? We have so many masters here, it will be easy to act now!"
Everyone was eager. This battle was related to the fate of the five great families and even Europa. Now that they had the upper hand, there was no need to delay!
Chris nodded. "Alright!"
"Then we will divide our forces! The Mas family and the black market will launch a full assault on the northern army; the Soth family and the Ouyang family will focus their attacks on the western army, and the remaining forces will engage the eastern army!"
"Good!"
"No problem!"
As Chris finished speaking, everyone on the city wall moved!
They raised their banners, symbolizing their family crests, and led their respective forces to their designated areas!
This was not a one-man war!
This was everyone's battlefield!