Chapter 412: Stamp it into Pieces
The defensive shield, fragile as the wings of a cicada, rose in an inexplicable, indestructible fashion, prompting a collective sigh of relief from the martial artists of the US on Mount Oracle. For a fleeting moment, they thought they were on the brink of death in this battle meant to defend Majesty King.
Yet, where did this shield come from? Only a select few within the Oracle Palace knew. Some assumed it was a mystical array that had been set up long ago, waiting for the pressure of the hundred soul realm warriors to activate it. Others believed it to be the silent manifestation of Majesty King himself, intervening to protect them from the onslaught.
Amidst the mounting tension, Alex's frown deepened as he barked orders, "Attack! Stamp it into pieces!"
Boom! Boom!
A hundred soul realm warriors unleashed their devastating attacks in unison, the internal force crashing down like a torrent of endless stars, a Milky Way inverted in an all-consuming assault. The sheer power of the combined attack was enough to make the heavens tremble.
The light from the assault was blinding, overwhelming the senses of anyone who dared to look directly at it. But despite the ferocity of the attack, the shield, thin as it was, held firm, deflecting the attacks in ripples, like water undisturbed by the storm. There was no crack, no sign of weakness. It was impervious.
"How is that possible?" Alex muttered, his voice shaking with disbelief, his face as pale as death itself.
On the other hand, the martial artists of the US erupted in jubilation, their voices filled with hope and renewed vigor. "It's Majesty King! He must be protecting us!" they shouted in a frenzied wave of emotion.
"Mighty Majesty King!" they cried out, the sound deafening as it echoed across the mountain.