Global Lords: Me and My Calabash Kiddos

But under the suppression of gravity, even mid-stage A-level Four-armed Race members could be killed by early-stage A-level soldiers wielding Sky-piercing Spears.

Fueled by this spirit of relentless sacrifice, they finally broke open a gap, allowing several Four-armed warriors to untangle themselves from the gravity.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, Xin Qiji charged forward and slashed down two or three swords, killing these A-level Four-armed warriors.

And swiftly cut down dozens more, temporarily plugging the breach.

At this moment, Hei Tiaobai unleashed the Siege Rope, preparing to storm the city.

But as soon as he touched the Gravity Array, his brow furrowed.

This Gravity Array was worlds apart from what they’d been told.

Hei Tiaobai originally thought he could leap lightly onto the city wall thanks to his Light as a Feather skill.

Now, he could barely jump two meters.

"Climb fifty meters, then attack him."

Seventh-Child was beside Zu Ti, who was in charge of defense.

Any Four-armed Race attacking from Zu Ti’s sector—even S-level—would be cut down by Zu Ti in a single stroke.

Seventh-Child obeyed her father, attacking Hei Tiaobai when his combat power was weakened.

Ten meters, twenty meters, forty meters...

In the blink of an eye, Hei Tiaobai had climbed fifty meters.

As he climbed, Hei Tiaobai kept his fists battle-ready, always prepared to defend.

"Unity of Man and Gourd!"

Seventh-Child poked her head out from the battlement and fired a Celestial Ice Palm from her gourd at Hei Tiaobai.

The moment Hei Tiaobai saw Little Kiddo, his heart was struck by terror.

The legend of the Demon Lord and seven Little Demons had countless versions.

There was a Little Kiddo who could turn invisible; one was immune to weapons, seeming to have refined their tendons and bones to the extreme; one possessed a mighty gourd, apparently a Quasi-Divine Artifact of boundless power; another could spew multicolored flames; yet another could summon a Water Dragon.

Only two Kiddos’ abilities had never been revealed.

Big Child and Second Child.

The former was too tightly restricted by the Heaven and Earth Rules, lacking much presence.

Second Child couldn’t fight; with Thousand-Mile Eye and Shunfeng Ear, the captured Indigenous People were ignorant of his skills.

The blue light of the gourd flashed. A Celestial Ice Palm with over 28,000 Attack Power, carrying Extreme Cold and freezing force, shot toward Hei Tiaobai.

Attack Power determined its velocity—it was too fast.

Luckily, Hei Tiaobai reacted swiftly, his Yuan Breaking fists pounding the Celestial Ice Palm with a punch.

"Bang!"

Yet the gap in Attack Power caused one of Hei Tiaobai’s arms to explode.

The leftover impact struck Hei Tiaobai straight in the chest.

But Hei Tiaobai’s Horizontal Refining of Tendons and Bones was at level ten—the force wasn’t enough to kill him, only freezing his chest solid.

"Crack!"

Seventh-Child used her remaining power to unleash a Divine Thunder with over 20,000 Attack Power.

This was the Divine Thunder from the Fourth Child, before the Mystical Technique had been upgraded.

Having just had an arm blown off, Hei Tiaobai was wracked with pain; before he could react, the Divine Thunder crashed onto his head.

He wasn’t dead, but his head buzzed, looking at Little Kiddo, seeing double.

Seventh-Child then consumed an Elf Flower, amplified by the Flower Language of the Liyue and Qixin Seven-Heart Flower, instantly perfecting her Spiritual Power.

This was just in case—if Hei Baitian wasn’t crippled, Seventh-Child would launch a mightier attack.

Originally, Hei Tiaobai relied on his Four-armed Celestial Demon form for unique attacks—now his offense was riddled with holes.

Four arms certainly trump the Dao Body Race’s two; but three? In battle, they’re certainly weaker than Dao Body wielders of Divine Weapons.

Having lost an arm and bleeding profusely, Hei Tiaobai’s combat power dropped by at least thirty percent. He would no longer stand a chance against Zu Ti.

"Unity of Man and Gourd—Gourd!"

Under Zu Ti’s protection, Seventh-Child stood atop the battlement. This time, she grasped the gourd with both hands, raised it overhead, and aimed at the cluster of early-stage S-level warriors.

The mouth of the purple gourd spun into a vortex, which, like a tornado, swept toward the gathered early-stage S-level warriors.

That group of early-stage S-level warriors never even knew what hit them—they were forced to release the Siege Rope, their bodies whirling as if the heavens tilted.

A handful of iron-willed S-level warriors locked themselves down and endured for a few more breaths.

The other Four-armed warriors scaling the wall beheld a sight they’d never forget.

Ten S-level Four-armed Race members gradually shrank inside the vortex released by Little Kiddo, finally sucked into the purple gourd.

Among the S-level warriors targeted by Seventh-Child, only a deputy commander with a three-dimensional power of 4,500, owing to his strength, survived being drawn into the gourd.

In an instant, the battlefield flipped dramatically.

The commander lost an arm, and, including a deputy commander, ten S-level generals were sucked into the gourd.

A crushing blow to morale.

All at once, hordes of Four-armed warriors were stabbed down in huge swaths.

Seventh-Child’s face flushed red. She hopped down from the battlement, shook the purple gourd with all her might, pressed her ear to it, listened, then shook it some more, endlessly entertained...

Seventh-Child still had the power to unleash one more attack of over 25,000.

"Energy isn’t infinite! Sons, press on!"

Fighting through the pain, Hei Tiaobai roared, "I’ll never retreat!"

That little girl forced the strong of his tribe into the spiritual treasure—she must be able to get them out again.

There was simply no way back now!

The Four-armed Race had true fighting spirit. Seeing their commander, one arm lost, still climbing the wall, boosted their morale—their assault became even fiercer!

Hei Tiaobai saw Zu Ti standing guard beside Little Kiddo; elsewhere, battles raged, but anyone who approached Zu Ti died in short order.

This commander was now standing in his only way forward.

Zu Ti activated his three-dimensional power, waiting for Hei Tiaobai to ascend.

Hei Tiaobai realized that in his grievous state, he might not defeat Zu Ti. So he hung suspended on the wall—neither quitting nor climbing further.

Hei Tiaobai had become the backbone for the Four-armed Race soldiers, all holding their breath; if he withdrew, they risked outright collapse.

Elsewhere, Du Fu activated Mountainward Gaze, his body resonating with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, drawing limitless energy to him.

With this surge of Spiritual Qi, he temporarily raised his own Spiritual Power to 3,700.

Unleashing Poetry Swordsmanship, the S-level Treasure Sword shimmered with both sharpness and literary aura.

Anyone who underestimated this old man was bound to die a miserable death.