Little Fatty was waiting outside, but Jiang Yuan had already sneaked into the vicinity of the gate.

He needs to detect who has the ability to break the seal and then kill them as quickly as possible!

The second group of black-robed figures appeared, including nine humans with the bloodline of the Holy Spirit, but none of them were members of the Holy Spirit's own race.

"They are all at the seventh rank!" Jiang Yuan scanned them one by one with his Heavenly Eye, but did not find any eighth or ninth rank experts.

"Mu Hai said before that if the Holy Spirit intervenes before the battlefield has fully recovered, it will break the rules and be punished by the battlefield!"

At this moment, Jiang Yuan recalled what Mu Hai, the Pavilion Master of the Holy Spirit Pavilion, had said before, and he also had some guesses in his mind.

The number of Holy Spirits appearing in the South City is likely small; more likely, only the Pavilion Master and Deputy Pavilion Master are in the city, while the other members of the Holy Spirit Pavilion are still waiting outside the city.

"Whether it's the deputy pavilion master or the pavilion master, since they dare to come, they should be prepared not to return!" Jiang Yuan bared his fangs.

Fatty showed no fear when facing the nine false holy spirits, and arrogantly said, "Oh ho, you just killed four and now nine more are coming! Are you guys from some guild? You're so good at feeding people!"

"Damn it, you killed Huo Fang and the others!" The man in black robes was furious. Huo Fang must have been one of the five people from before.

"Not only must we kill them, you must all die too!" Little Fatty activated the Sacred Relic Defense, revealing his valiant figure behind the enormous shield.

"Arrogant fool!"

The man in black robes dared not be careless. The deaths of his five companions in such a short time proved that their opponent was no ordinary person. The only correct course of action was to attack together.

Nine people attacked at the same time, their target being Little Fatty.

Little Fatty activated his Giant Bloodline and simultaneously unleashed Berserk. He needed to suppress his opponent as much as possible during the five minutes of Berserk, only then could the most powerful Pavilion Master appear.

The first attack occurred, but it did not cause any disturbance when it landed on the meteorite plate.

"They haven't broken through yet!" Little Fatty had a good idea of ​​what was going on. Although the enemy outnumbered him, they posed little threat.

As for why the defensive power increased so dramatically, it's not surprising. Although the Earth Armor is just armor, when he raises the shield, the armor also regards the shield as part of him. Therefore, the shield not only has its own defensive power but also the enhancement of the armor.

Almost all nine men in black robes launched attacks, but none of them were effective.

"This person has some skills!"

The men in black robes realized something was wrong, because their attacks were like tickling their opponent, which was clearly not the result they wanted.

"Open your blood vessels!"

A voice rang out, and most of the men in black robes hesitated for a moment, but after the hesitation came determination.

"We must end this battle quickly, or we'll face other enemies!"

"Advanced Holy Spirit Bloodline! Activate!"

A pattern appeared between the brows of the nine black-robed figures: an earthen-yellow mountain, the symbol of the Earth Spirit Clan's Holy Spirit.

Instantly, the black-robed man's aura surged. A seventh-tier cultivator's energy points are only between 128 and 256, but once the advanced Holy Spirit bloodline is activated, their additional energy value increases by at least 300 to 400, with the specific value depending on their bloodline and talent.

"Don't delay, kill this man as soon as possible and return to report!"

The man in black robes charged toward Little Fatty with intense killing intent.

At this moment, the chubby boy remained unmoved. He felt the pressure from his opponent, but if he could defeat him so easily, how could he claim to be the strongest shield warrior?

After each heavy blow, Little Fatty would retaliate with a shield bash, which had the ability to reflect a portion of the opponent's energy. It could be said that this was one of his few offensive methods, and he relied entirely on reflection throughout.

Jiang Yuan remained crouched at a distance, searching for the most opportune moment. Only when the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion appeared would this battle truly begin.

Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Although Little Fatty did not show any signs of fatigue, the force with which he raised his shield had begun to decrease. Observing the other side, the nine men in black robes took turns fighting and were well-rested, so they did not expend much energy.

"Even if you have the highest defense, you can't withstand so many of us!"

"Yes, I'll grind you down until you're dead!"

"I really don't know how Huo Fang and the others died. To be killed by you, a shield warrior, is truly a disgrace!"

The men in black robes were unaware of the trickery involved. If they were calm and thought things through normally, they might have been able to see through it, but in the heat of battle, they didn't think about such things.

"A bunch of useless trash!" Little Fatty knew that this was useless. He had to put pressure on these nine people, preferably by killing one of them. Only in this way could he force the strongest sect leader to appear.

"The Song of the Earth!"

Nearly fifty points of energy can be obtained from Earth Song. Although Earth Song is a team battle buff passive, he not only benefits from it, but also enjoys double the buff.

"Old brother, it's all up to you now!"

Little Fatty shouted at the handle in his hand, "The Sacred Relic is a rare weapon among ninth-tier weapons. If we disregard the potential of the God-Slaying Spear, then the Sacred Relic is the strongest weapon of the Oath."

"Holy Strike!"

The chubby boy, who had been in a defensive stance, opened his shield and launched a fierce attack in full view of everyone. The dark yellow shield was so conspicuous in the night.

The black-robed man closest to Little Fatty was caught off guard and was hit directly. The terrifying weight of the Meteorite Plate, enhanced by the Holy Relic's Protection, demonstrated its power. With a single sweep of the shield, the black-robed man was sent flying like a tattered sack.

With just one strike, the man in black robes lost all his life force, his internal organs shattered by the brute power.

And that's not all!

"Holy Guardian Light Strike!"

The shield still had some power left; after killing one person, it rammed into another, and the second black-robed man who was hit was instantly seriously injured.

"Beautiful!" Little Fatty couldn't help but exclaim.

Having been suppressed and beaten for so long, this moment of venting was like a long-suppressed climax, instantly sending him to the peak.

"Pan Zhengyang!"

The man in black robes cried out in alarm, but the man who had fallen never got up again; one was dead and the other was injured!

"Stop looking, all seven of you will end up like this!" The chubby boy held up his shield with one hand, extremely arrogant. Even though the violent five minutes had ended, he was still full of fighting spirit.

"waste!"

A unique figure emerged from the darkness; compared to the black robes of the others, the white robes worn by this figure stood out.

"We have failed in our duties and hope that the Lord will forgive us!" The remaining seven knelt down immediately.

The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion looked at them with deep disdain. The attitude of the Earth Spirit Clan towards the human race was completely opposite to that of the Star Spirit Clan. Although they accepted the human race, they looked down on them. Their innate noble bloodline made the Earth Spirit Clan's Holy Spirits appear superior to others in every way.

"Kneel down, and get up after I kill him!" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion may look young, but he is ruthless as a middle-aged man.

The seven seemed to be used to this kind of thing, and indeed no one stood up.

"Who are you?" the chubby boy asked, extremely wary.

"You lowly race have no right to know my name!" The Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion drew his long-handled broadsword.

"You little punk, you won't know my temper until I throw this big shield in your face today!"