Champion Marquis was startled and quickly used his magic to drive the talisman blade again, slashing towards the Nine Nether Ice Lion.
However, after being used multiple times, the power and speed of the talisman blade had decreased considerably.
Its once lightning-fast speed has become much slower, and its power is also much weaker than before.
This strike was again narrowly avoided by the Nine Nether Ice Lion.
After unleashing that strike, the talisman blade seemed to have exhausted its last bit of power, instantly dissipating into specks of light and vanishing into the air.
The champion's face instantly turned ugly.
This talisman knife was his means of survival; however, it was only formed from the power of rune divine thought and could only be used three or four times.
Now that the talisman has vanished, he has lost a powerful ally.
Although he killed one of the Nine Nether Ice Lion cubs with the power of the talisman blade, the other Nine Nether Ice Lion cub had evolved after devouring You Sanqian. Its strength had been greatly enhanced, and it had become close to the combat power of an adult Nine Nether Ice Lion, making it exceptionally powerful.
With the added attack from other demonic beasts, it seemed unlikely that he and Wu Yi could escape at this moment.
They were surrounded by a horde of monsters, all around them, each one eyeing them menacingly.
The Demon Suppression Army and the City Defense Army were either dead or had fled. Within a radius of one thousand meters, there were no other humans besides the two of them.
Champion Hou and Wu Yi felt threatened with death.
The next moment, the Nine Nether Ice Lion, which had been in a stalemate, suddenly made a move.
It suddenly opened its blood-red maw, took a deep breath, as if absorbing all the surrounding chill into its belly.
Immediately afterwards, it exhaled forcefully, and the breath turned into an arrow. A sharp and extremely cold breath, carrying bone-chilling cold and powerful penetrating force, shot swiftly towards Wu Yi, who was being tightly surrounded by several armored water apes.
Those armored water apes were tall and muscular, their bodies covered in scales as hard as steel. They swung their thick arms and roared, trapping Wu Yi tightly in the middle, making it difficult for him to escape.
Wu Yi was completely focused on dealing with the armored water ape's attack and had no time to pay attention to the sudden chill.
Before he could dodge, the chilling air grazed his body like a ghost.
In an instant, a bone-chilling cold surged into Wu Yi's body like a raging tide.
This chill seemed to have a life of its own, rampaging through his meridians. Wherever it went, the flow of true energy instantly became sluggish, like a once turbulent river frozen in ice, becoming slow and stagnant.
Wu Yi felt as if his body was being pressed down by an invisible iceberg, and his movements became much slower. Every time he raised his hand or foot, it became extremely difficult.
"Fang Han, Tantai Qiuyue, if you hadn't put together this elaborate funeral ceremony for the fallen soldiers, how could I have ended up in this godforsaken place, been attacked by these damned monsters, and found myself in this death trap?"
The Marquis of Champion watched Wu Yi in trouble, feeling both anxious and angry.
Champion Hou knew in his heart that this was a critical moment of life and death.
The roars and attacks of the surrounding monsters intertwined, forming a symphony of death, each sound causing his heart to pound faster.
He hated Fang Han and Tantai Qiuyue to the core; that resentment was like a raging fire, spreading wildly in his heart.
However, at this moment, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as Wu Yi struggled in danger, and he himself was driven to the brink of despair by this desperate situation.
But just when the champion was feeling desperate, a dazzling streak of light, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the dark night sky, suddenly shot swiftly from the west.
As the streak of light drew closer, it turned out to be a person riding a sword.
The person wielding the sword appeared to be nearly forty years old, with a tall and upright figure, like a majestic mountain peak.
He was dressed in a black outfit, and he stood on a broadsword, which was wide and heavy, with a cold light gleaming on its blade.
He held a long spear in his hand, the spear shaft straight and slender, the tip gleaming with a cold light.
"Brother Yang, save me!"
When the Marquis of Champions saw this person, he was immediately shaken, and a spark of hope ignited in his eyes.
He felt as if he had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness, and secretly rejoiced, knowing that he probably wouldn't die.
The person who came was Yang Xiao, the vanguard general of the Demon Suppression Army. He had already entered the early stage of the Divine Sense Realm and possessed incomparably powerful strength.
As expected, Yang Xiao nimbly weaved through the air on his sword, his spear striking continuously as he charged through the horde of demonic beasts. Wherever he went, the armored water apes and thundercloud leopards fell with screams of agony.
In just a short while, he killed more than a dozen demonic beasts.
Even the incredibly powerful Nine Nether Ice Lion was quite wary of the spear in Yang Xiao's hand.
It stared intently at Yang Xiao with its deep blue eyes, and apart from spraying cold air at Yang Xiao in an attempt to stop his attack, it did not dare to get too close to attack him.
It seemed to know that the spear possessed a powerful force that could threaten its life.
"My lord, come up quickly!"
After repelling a wave of attacks from the demonic beasts, Yang Xiao flew on his sword to the Champion Marquis.
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