Chapter 194 God Of War Spirit
The battlefield was engulfed in an aura of unparalleled power, punctuated by an oppressive wave of killing intent as Wang Hao unleashed the full might of his spirit.
Elder Hua, Wang Ying, and Tristan couldn't help but whip their heads around, their eyes widening in sheer disbelief. The overwhelming presence that emanated from Wang Hao was nothing short of terror-inducing.
A pure blood-red silhouette materialized above Wang Hao's figure, exuding an aura that commanded attention. This ethereal form took the shape of a mighty human, adorned with flowing locks of hair, a regal beard, and a towering, muscular frame that exuded strength and dominance.
Tristan and Celia shared a moment of realization as they locked eyes, both recognizing the distinct features of the legendary spirit.
Celia's voice quivered with astonishment as she muttered, barely able to form coherent words, "N-No way! T-Thi-this is the G-God of War! A human possessing the Spirit Origin of the God of War!"
Even Tristan, a seasoned warrior, found himself taken aback by the revelation. He whispered under his breath, his voice filled with awe, "...To think that someone in this lower realm has been bestowed with the sacred blessings of the God of War himself!"
A breathtaking sight unfolded as hundreds of weapons, crafted from pure qi and imbued with spiritual energy, orbited around Wang Hao.
Among them gleamed an array of swords, maces, sabers, blades, staffs, lances, glaives, spears, and arrows—a formidable arsenal fit for a deity of war.
With a gaze as lethal as a predator stalking its prey, Wang Hao unleashed the full force of his power. The multitude of weapons shot forth, hurtling towards the horde of spirits that Celia had summoned from her mystical gourd.
Sensing the imminent danger, the spirits mustered their elemental prowess, launching powerful attacks in a desperate bid to halt the onslaught.
Yet, even they couldn't ignore the overwhelming strength possessed by each weapon. Instinctively, they recognized that each blade held the potential to shatter their ethereal forms.
In a spectacular clash of forces, the spirits' assaults collided with the relentless barrage of weapons. However, despite their valiant efforts, their attacks proved futile against the unstoppable advance of the weapons.
The air crackled with the clash of energies, and the battlefield trembled under the weight of this cataclysmic confrontation.
The sheer terror instilled in everyone present was palpable, as they beheld the unleashed might of the God of War's spiritual manifestation.
As the weapons encircled the spirits, effectively keeping them occupied, Wang Hao's focus shifted towards Celia, his movements fluid and purposeful.
Meanwhile, Celia tapped into the full extent of her Bloodline Essence, infusing her body with the raw power of a raging storm.
Determined and filled with a cunning plan, she swiftly darted towards the humans and beasts locked in combat against the other demons. Her intentions were clear—to strike at the heart of the resistance.
Maintaining a cool composure, Wang Hao's keen eyes tracked Celia's every move, calculating his next course of action.
In a fraction of a second, he vanished from his original position, his speed surpassing the limits of human perception.
Celia, engrossed in her assault, suddenly felt an earth-shattering impact on her back, the force so tremendous it seemed to shatter her bones and rupture one of her hearts.
As a demon possessing formidable devil bloodlines, Celia, along with Tristan, possessed three hearts.
However, she had already lost one in the relentless battle.
While it was possible for demons to regenerate their hearts, it required an abundance of time and some special resources—both of which Celia lacked in the midst of this chaotic battle.
For the first time since the clash began, a chilling presence crept over Celia, whispering the haunting scent of her impending demise.
In the face of Wang Hao's unforgiving assault, she couldn't help but acknowledge the genuine threat to her life, a reality that loomed closer with each passing moment.
Celia's eyes blazed with an unyielding determination as she locked her gaze upon Wang Hao, her fists tightening with resolve.
"I refuse to succumb to a mere mortal like you! Your possession of the God of War's Spirit Origin means nothing! I will not be defeated!" Her words echoed through the battlefield before she abruptly thrust her hand into her own chest, impaling her own heart.
"Storm Devil God Fury!" Her voice rang out with fierce determination as she shattered her own heart.
A surge of power erupted from the depths of her being, engulfing her entire form in an awe-inspiring maelstrom of demonic qi, infused with the elemental forces of Wind, Water, and Lightning.
The sheer magnitude of her unleashed power rivalled that of Wang Hao's spirit manifestation, causing tremors to ripple through the very fabric of the battlefield.
Her healing was also intensified to the point that nearly all of Celia's injuries, excluding her hearts, were healed in a matter of seconds.
The Storm Devil God Fury, a forbidden technique known only to those blessed with the pure bloodline of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan, surged through her veins.
It exacted a grave toll, demanding the sacrifice of one's devilish heart in exchange for awakening the dormant might of their lineage.
Yet, undeterred by the dire consequences that awaited her, Celia willingly embraced the path of ultimate risk.
For her, victory over this lowly human was worth every sacrifice, even if it meant losing her heart and witnessing her cultivation level plummeting.
Wang Hao's countenance remained unfazed as he locked his eyes on Celia. His face bore the signature stoicism that had become his trademark, revealing an unwavering composure that hinted at a profound understanding of the situation.
There was no trace of fear or excitement in his gaze; instead, a serene confidence emanated from him, as if he held complete mastery over the unfolding events.
Amidst the chaos, his arsenal of weapons had completed their merciless dance, ruthlessly decimating the hundreds of spirits that had threatened him.
Now, they returned to his side, a testament to their lethal efficiency.
With each passing moment, the battlefield crackled with an electrifying tension, the air thick with the remnants of their clash.
In the blink of an eye, both combatants vanished from their original positions, leaving behind a trail of devastating shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield.
The sheer force of their clash sent even the most seasoned experts reeling, their bodies forcefully propelled backwards by the explosive impact.
The reverberations echoed through the air, shaking the ground beneath them and rattling the very core of their beings.
Even the esteemed Lord Realm cultivators had to dig deep within themselves, gathering their entire reserves of qi to withstand the tremendous shockwaves.
Their movements were a blur of speed, a testament to their unrivaled agility and power. Only those with the keenest of senses, the formidable King Realm experts, managed to catch glimpses of their lightning-fast exchanges.
As Wang Ying observed her elder brother's unparalleled might, a mixture of awe and trepidation coursed through her veins.
She had always known that Wang Hao was formidable, but the true extent of his strength surpassed even her wildest imaginations.
Across the battlefield, members of various factions, including those aligned with Wang Ying and Wang Jian, were left spellbound.
Their eyes widened in disbelief as they beheld Wang Hao's prowess, a display of martial supremacy that commanded respect and admiration.
Amidst the chaotic battleground, the members of Wang Hao's faction erupted in resounding cheers, their voices resonating with unwavering conviction. Their proclamation reverberated through the air, kindling a fiery determination within their comrades.
"Marvel at the indomitable prowess of Crown Prince Wang Hao! His unmatched valor blazes a trail to victory, and his unwavering resolve inspires us all! With him leading the charge, how can we falter against these feeble demons?" exclaimed a Crimson Guard, his voice brimming with unwavering loyalty.
The rest of the guards, clad in their resplendent crimson armor, joined in a fervent chorus, their voices intermingling with unshakable unity.
"In the hallowed halls of the Brotherhood of the Steel Fist, we stand united with Crown Prince Wang Hao! His fists, forged in the crucible of untamed strength, strike with unyielding might. With him as our beacon, we shall obliterate these demons and forge an unbreakable legacy!" declared a warrior of the Brotherhood, his words infused with unbridled determination.
The Brotherhood members, their sinewy muscles flexed with anticipation, clenched their fists in unison, their spirits aflame with unwavering resolve.
"Let us harness our inner power, harmonizing with his sublime mastery, as we triumph over these infernal forces!" proclaimed a serene member of the Jade Order, their voice suffused with tranquil confidence.
"We shall cleave through these repulsive demons and claim victory as our own!" exclaimed a fierce warrior of the Heavenly Blade Sect, their words ablaze with fervent determination. The sect disciples, their blades gleaming with anticipation, echoed the warrior's battle cry, their spirits ignited with unwavering loyalty.
"Let us defend our honor and vanquish these demonic foes, for the glory of our lineage!" declared a proud member of the Cao Clan, their voice resounding with ancestral pride. The rest of the clan, their banners fluttering proudly, roared in unison, their allegiance unyielding.
With each group extolling Crown Prince Wang Hao's boundless strength, the collective roar of unwavering loyalty echoed through the battlefield, infusing his allies with a renewed sense of purpose and an unshakeable belief in their inevitable triumph.
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