Spirit Domain

Wang Zhao turned to another person and shouted, "Pan Ming, come on, let's not waste time."

Seeing Velk staring at them, Wang Zhao let out a slight cold laugh, as if he could see through Velk's thoughts. "Velk, don't blame us for ganging up on you," his teasing voice echoed across the battlefield. "This is the most respectful way we can deal with you. After all, the ones facing you are not just me, but also Yue Fei, and Pan Ming's guardian spirit is Pan Feng. You must admit, this is quite a rare feast."

Velk furrowed his brows as he looked at Yang Hong, Wang Zhao, and Pan Ming behind them. A sense of tension surged within him. He knew this battle was no longer just a simple fight between him and Adam. Wang Zhao's guardian spirit, Yue Fei, was a famous general from Chinese history, incredibly powerful and almost invincible. Pan Ming's guardian spirit, Pan Feng, was also a renowned warrior from the Three Kingdoms period, famed for his martial prowess and battle-hardened experience—he was no easy opponent.

Moreover, the spiritual energy between him and Adam had already diminished, and Velk's injuries were worsening. Despite this, he refused to give up. As a warrior forged through countless hardships, Velk understood that true strength comes not from avoiding difficulty but from finding breakthroughs in adversity.

Velk took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the enemies before him. His spiritual energy had been drained, and Adam was moving slower due to his injuries. Though they were still powerful, facing three such strong enemies, the situation was becoming increasingly difficult to control.

"I understand your intentions, Wang Zhao," Velk's voice was heavy, though weary, he remained calm. "But do you really think the three of you can defeat Adam and me completely?"

Pan Ming sneered from the side, his voice hoarse and commanding, "You're still too confident, Velk. The coordination between the three of us is beyond your imagination. With Pan Feng here, Yue Fei here, and Wang Zhao, even Adam has to be cautious."

Under Wang Zhao's command, Yue Fei's spiritual energy began to awaken, and the commanding aura he exuded once again filled the battlefield, like an irresistible tide. Pan Feng, unfazed, stepped forward, donned in armor and wielding a long spear, his eyes sharp as knives, ready to engage in this life-or-death battle.

Velk's anxiety grew as he witnessed this scene. He knew his situation was dire. Although he and Adam had fought together countless times, their spiritual energy was now nearly exhausted, and they were both gravely wounded. With their current state, they couldn't possibly stand against three such powerful opponents.

"Adam..." Velk whispered, a sense of determination and reluctance filling his heart. He knew Adam was his only remaining hope.

Though Adam was pale and his breath ragged, he still stood resolute beside Velk. "Master, don't worry, I will fight by your side," Adam's voice was low but full of power, as if to reassure Velk that they would never surrender, no matter the cost.

Velk turned to Adam, his eyes flashing with resolve. "If that's the case, then even if it takes every last bit of strength, I will never let you win!"

Wang Zhao seemed to have anticipated Velk's resolve, a cold smile curling at his lips. "Your determination is admirable, but today, I'm afraid you really have no chance."

Pan Feng gripped his spear tightly, his aura radiating an intense energy. "Prepare to meet your end, Velk."

Velk's heartbeat quickened. Though his strength had reached its limit, he knew this was a moment he could not retreat from. If he failed now, he and Adam would never rise again. The battle had reached a critical point, and every second was filled with oppressive tension.

As Vilke was deep in thought about his next move, a clear sound suddenly rang out, breaking the tense atmosphere on the battlefield.

"Oh dear, so many people ganging up on one person, how shameless."

The voice carried a hint of disdain and an inexplicable mockery, as if the entire world had become restless with its arrival.

Hearing the sudden voice, Wang Zhao, Pan Ming, and the others' expressions changed. They almost simultaneously turned their heads, alert.

"Who is it?!" Wang Zhao asked in shock, his eyes filled with an undeniable doubt.

"My name is Jay," the voice leisurely responded, followed by the appearance of a tall man who slowly walked out. His calm gaze swept over Wang Zhao and the others, a faint, unhurried smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"I just can't stand you guys ganging up on one person, it's really shameless."

Jay's appearance seemed to change the entire atmosphere of the battlefield. Though his tone was casual, an invisible pressure had already settled around them. Vilke let out a slight sigh of relief.

Though he didn't know who this "Jay" was, it was clear that his sudden arrival had disrupted the enemy's rhythm.

"What did you say?!"

Pan Ming glared at Jay, his face darkening as he yelled, "Whoever you are, you better mind your own business! We are from the Ghost Wolf Camp, don't get yourself into trouble!"

Jay frowned slightly, seemingly having heard the term "Ghost Wolf Camp" before.

"Ghost Wolf Camp? Snow Ying mentioned something about that..."

Jay muttered to himself before brushing it off and turning his gaze back to Wang Zhao and the others.

"Forget it, who cares who you are, since you won't leave, don't blame me."

"You're asking for death!"

Wang Zhao shouted fiercely, his eyes flashing with malice.

The figures of Yue Fei and Lin Chong were already preparing for battle.

"Yue Fei, Lin Chong, Pan Feng, go!" Wang Zhao gritted his teeth and commanded.

At the order, the three guardian spirits immediately lunged toward Jay, their momentum overwhelming, and the battle atmosphere grew even more tense.

Yue Fei thrust forward with his sword, the blade radiating a sharp aura as it sliced through the air in lightning-fast arcs.

Lin Chong drew his bow, the string taut, and arrows like storms shot toward Jay at breakneck speed.

Pan Feng gripped his long spear, his movements as swift as a leopard, each step shaking the ground, the spear aimed directly at Jay's vital points.

Despite the fierce attack from the three guardian spirits, Jay remained calm, his expression unchanged as if the battle meant nothing to him.

His eyes showed a deep confidence.

Just as Yue Fei, Lin Chong, and Pan Feng's guardian spirits simultaneously lunged at Jay, the atmosphere on the battlefield became tense, and everyone's gaze was fixed on the impending fierce confrontation. However, Jay suddenly spoke up, breaking the tense silence of the moment.

"Ares, go ahead, play with them, and just wipe them out," Jay's voice remained leisurely, but there was an indescribable sense of pressure behind it.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the atmosphere of the battlefield shifted dramatically. With Jay's summon, a force surged through the air, making everyone tremble. It was the presence of an ancient war god—heavy and oppressive, as though the very heavens and earth had become more solemn with its arrival.

At Jay's call, a giant clad in full battle armor and with a stern face appeared in the center of the battlefield. The figure was immense, with muscular limbs and eyes filled with the fervor and determination of battle. It was Ares—the ancient god of war—whose aura was so overwhelming that it left everyone breathless.

Ares stepped forward, his presence rolling through the air, seemingly crushing the surrounding atmosphere with his overwhelming force.

Yue Fei, Lin Chong, and Pan Feng immediately felt an indescribable pressure at his arrival.

This pressure was so intense that it was almost suffocating. In the presence of Ares, the might of the three guardian spirits seemed insignificant.

"You... you actually have a divine warrior spirit!" Wang Zhao's eyes widened in shock, anger, and fear blending together.

The very existence of Ares made it impossible to imagine any possibility of resistance. Even the combined might of Yue Fei, Lin Chong, and Pan Feng seemed utterly trivial before Ares.

Ares did not hurry to strike, standing there with intense battle fervor in his eyes, as if waiting eagerly for the upcoming fight. His war-god-like figure instilled fear in everyone present.

"Come at me, the three of you," Ares said calmly, his voice booming like thunder, shaking the very air itself.

"How dare you underestimate us!" Pan Feng glared fiercely, and with a powerful thrust, his spear shot toward Ares with the force of a crashing wave.

However, Ares moved with lightning speed. Without barely moving, he casually sidestepped Pan Feng's attack, and then raised his hand to strike at Pan Feng's chest.

The force of the blow was so immense that it seemed to shake the entire world.

Pan Feng could not resist, and was sent flying backward, crashing into a distant mountain wall, blood spewing from his mouth.

"Truly laughable, how weak," Ares sneered, his gaze full of contempt.

Seeing Pan Feng defeated, Yue Fei and Lin Chong's spirits grew heavier. Yue Fei gripped his long sword tightly, his eyes blazing with an unyielding fire.

"I will not retreat!" he declared, charging at Ares, his sword energy soaring through the air with the force of a thunderclap.