The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 411: A Hundred Soul Realm Warriors Make a Sally
Chapter 411 - 411: A Hundred Soul Realm Warriors Make a Sally
Back in the Australian Ninja League, Daniel had once seen the true face of the Oracle King—a memory that had left a deep impression on him.
Now, the young man who had just flashed past gave him a strange sense of familiarity. A chill ran down Daniel's spine as he instinctively turned to look in that direction.
But the young man was already gone.
The battlefield was too chaotic, and several more U.S. venerable realm warriors rushed toward him. Daniel had no choice but to stop searching and defend himself.
He tried to convince himself—it must've just been someone who looked like the Oracle King.
Surely, the Oracle King wouldn't show up here just for this battle...
Or would he?
Back on the Heaven Realm battlefield, Bruce knocked an opponent back and turned toward John in surprise.
"John, where did you go just now?"
"I headed to the next battlefield."
"The next battlefield?"
Bruce blinked, then gave him a strange look. "You really are something else. You wandered into the Venerable Realm battlefield and still came back alive. I have to say, I admire you."
"I was just lucky," John replied with a smile.
Bruce didn't press the issue. He simply resumed fighting, sweeping across the battlefield with his sword like a true overlord.
The Heaven Realm warriors of the Kingslayer Alliance quickly realized the situation. Seeing how well John and Bruce coordinated, they chose not to charge again and instead redirected their attacks elsewhere.
The fight dragged on.
After dozens of minutes, the Kingslayer Alliance retreated to the foot of the mountain. Their first wave had failed.
All three fronts of the battle had ended in defeat.
The martial artists of the U.S. were simply too tenacious. On equal footing, they couldn't be beaten.
After a brief rest, the second wave began.
The fighting reignited in ferocity—but the result was the same. The Kingslayer Alliance was repelled again.
Then came the third wave... and once again, it ended in failure.
BOOM! BOOM!
Suddenly, thunder-like rumbles echoed in the sky. Waves of terrifying aura burst forth, engulfing the area within a hundred miles of Mount Oracle.
It was the aura of Soul Realm warriors.
Nearly a hundred of them.
"What a bunch of losers."
The speaker was Alex.
He had seen enough. It was time to end the charade. He knew that as long as things dragged on, the result wouldn't change. The stubborn resistance of the U.S. martial artists had exceeded his expectations.
So now, as the self-proclaimed King of Gods, he would personally bring this to an end.
With the Excalibur in hand, Alex activated his internal force. A bridge of energy arched beneath his feet, spanning a hundred meters and connecting his mountain peak to the summit of Mount Oracle.
Climb the mountain?
Hell no.
Alex walked forward slowly but steadily, eyes fixed on the white statue atop Mount Oracle.
Buzz!
As Alex advanced, nearly a hundred Soul Realm warriors stationed on nearby peaks also activated their internal force. Bridges of energy appeared beneath each of them, leading toward Mount Oracle.
From below, it looked like hundreds of divine arrows had been loosed, all pointing toward the mountaintop. The entire sky buzzed and trembled under the pressure.
A hundred Soul Realm warriors marched toward Mount Oracle in unison.
The sight was apocalyptic.
Every martial artist from the U.S.—venerable, heaven realm, or otherwise—stood frozen in place.
A hundred Soul Realm warriors advancing at once... the pressure was unbearable. No ordinary person could endure such might.
Alex took twenty steps forward.
On Mount Oracle, martial artists below the Heaven Realm began to flush red. Their blood boiled under the pressure.
He took thirty steps.
Now, those same warriors started coughing blood and became dizzy.
At forty steps, some couldn't breathe. They collapsed unconscious.
At fifty steps, even U.S. Heaven Realm martial artists began suffering the same symptoms.
The thirty-six guardians of the Oracle Palace could no longer sit still.
In unison, their auras erupted into the sky, forming a massive defensive shield over Mount Oracle.
Only then did the pressure ease slightly.
Alex sneered and took another twenty steps forward, unfazed.
The other Soul Realm warriors followed.
Now they were less than thirty meters from Mount Oracle.
The pressure was immense. The cyan defensive shield from the thirty-six guardians began to crack.
CRACK!
Like a glass dome under stress, fractures spread across the barrier like spiderwebs. Seconds later—
SHATTER!
The shield collapsed completely.
Without its protection, the monstrous auras of a hundred Soul Realm warriors came crashing down.
Even the thirty-six guardians—peak Venerable Realm experts—struggled to breathe.
If this pressure fell unchecked, everyone below the Heaven Realm would be crushed to ash.
Eyes widened.
Teeth clenched.
But no one flinched.
Not one of them regretted standing there.
They were willing to die—for their Majesty King.
They would die without regret.
The scene was tragic... and noble.
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Just as the soul realm pressure reached its peak—ready to reduce Mount Oracle's defenders to dust—a new shield suddenly emerged.
Light cyan in color, it rose without warning, wrapping the entire mountaintop in a gentle halo.
Everyone was stunned.
Where did this shield come from?
Alex narrowed his eyes. "Still resisting?"
He took another step forward, aura blazing more fiercely than ever.
But when his foot landed on the new cyan barrier, nothing happened.
His expression tightened.
He stepped forward again.
The other Soul Realm warriors followed.
Now they were less than ten meters from Mount Oracle.
Their combined aura was overwhelming—enough to vaporize venerable realm warriors outright.
Yet the light cyan shield, though faint and seemingly thin, remained unscathed.
No cracks.
No tremors.
It stood firm... against a hundred Soul Realm warriors.
