Chris seized the moment and dashed out.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
A barrage of attacks followed closely behind him. Yet, Chris and Stripes worked together with seamless coordination, an unstoppable duo. Stripes, in particular, unleashed a ferocious assault on the Great Lyria Aetherbinding practitioners. Its claws were so sharp that with a single strike, it could tear apart even the strongest of them.
Against Stripes, the Great Lyria Aetherbinding practitioners stood no chance-massacred one after another. Only those at the Pinnacle stage could stand their ground against it, but Stripes was cunning. When faced with the attacks of these stronger opponents, it immediately evaded, leaving them powerless.
With Stripes’ support, Chris easily dealt with the Great Lyria practitioners.
Time passed, yet the battle raged on, unrelenting. For an entire day and night, the fighting continued.
Seraphina, wielding her longsword, led the Amerosia army in relentless charges. The soldiers of Amerosia were filled with boundless determination. After all, Seraphina, the Princess of Monroe, fought on the frontlines herself. How could ordinary soldiers hold back when their leader risked her life so fearlessly?
Faced with such fierce attacks, the Great Lyria army began to crumble.
An Amerosia general approached Seraphina, his expression grave. “Princess of Monroe, ahead lies Great Lyria territory. If we advance further without support, we will be in grave danger!”
The land of Great Lyria was harsh, and its people were warriors to the core. If the Amerosia forces ventured into their territory, they could easily be surrounded. Should that happen, the outcome would be catastrophic.
Moreover, the Amerosia army had fought continuously for an entire day and night without rest. Exhaustion was inevitable.
Seraphina, her entire body drenched in blood and her face weary, gritted her teeth. “Send my orders. Kill every last Great Lyria soldier!”
Her words shocked everyone. No one had expected Seraphina to be so ruthless.
She muttered to herself, “Mr. Shelby, I will save you no matter what!”
Chris had charged into the Great Lyria encampment a day and a night ago. He had not emerged since, and Seraphina’s hope had begun to waver.
To her, no matter how strong Chris was, there was no way he could withstand the attacks of hundreds upon thousands of Aetherbinding practitioners alone.
As the Amerosia army continued their relentless assault, the Great Lyria forces were slaughtered mercilessly. Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses piled high.
Yet, despite the carnage, Chris’s body was nowhere to be found.
Not seeing his corpse gave Seraphina a glimmer of relief.
Suddenly-
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two figures appeared before her.
Alexandre Leite stepped forward, his face conflicted. “Princess of Monroe, ahead lies Great Lyria territory. The Sword Clan cannot proceed further. I ask for your understanding.”
Seraphina frowned deeply. Without the aid of the Sword Clan and other Aetherbinding sects, her Amerosia army alone could not possibly overcome the Great Lyria forces.
At that moment, countless Great Lyria soldiers began retreating like a receding tide.
Alarmed, Seraphina quickly ordered, “Send scouts to investigate what’s happening!”
Her command sent waves of Amerosia scouts rushing forward.
Meanwhile, within Great Lyria territory-twenty to thirty miles from Amerosia-
The desert was littered with the corpses of Great Lyria practitioners. Blood stained the sands, painting a gruesome picture that made anyone’s skin crawl.
For an entire day and night, Chris had slaughtered without pause.
It didn’t matter if they were Great Lyria practitioners or ordinary soldiers-if they stood in his way, they died.
During this time, Chris had been surrounded by over a thousand Aetherbinding practitioners and tens of thousands of soldiers from Great Lyria.
Yet, Chris and Stripes-a man and a beast-had killed nearly ten thousand.
The losses were staggering. Even among the thousand Great Lyria practitioners, the casualties were massive.
Now, the remaining Great Lyria soldiers and Aetherbinding practitioners-numbering in the thousands-were too terrified to approach Chris.
Chris stood drenched in blood, gripping the Dragon Slayer sword tightly in his hand.
“This isn’t a man… This is a demon!”
“Who is he? How can he be this powerful?”
“My God, what kind of monster have we provoked?”
The Great Lyria troops stared at Chris in horror.
At that moment, Chris looked like a demon risen from the depths of hell, terrifying and unstoppable. Stripes, beside him, was equally savage, a merciless predator.
Chris and Stripes had instilled unprecedented fear in the hearts of the Great Lyria soldiers.
By now, both man and beast had gone berserk, consumed by battle.
After a day and night of slaughter, Chris’s eyes had turned completely blood-red.
“Is this still me?”
Chris’s voice cracked, hoarse and unrecognizable.
Surveying the sea of corpses around him, he found it hard to believe that he had killed so many.
He recalled how his mind had been consumed by a singular thought: kill, kill, kill.
Now, in retrospect, a wave of fear washed over him.
If he had lost himself to the bloodlust, he might have become nothing more than a killing machine.
Glancing at Stripes, who wore an exhilarated expression, Chris couldn’t help but feel curious.
Stripes wasn’t like any ordinary mythical beast.
Chris examined his own body and let out a bitter laugh.
He was covered in wounds from head to toe. If not for his Aragosti bloodline and its extraordinary regenerative power, he would have long since succumbed to his injuries.
Looking at the Great Lyria troops surrounding him, Chris took a deep breath and said, “My name is Chris. I have a message for Thorne Steelhart. The woman he took is my friend. If he dares harm her, I swear I’ll make him pay!”
The Great Lyria soldiers exchanged uneasy glances.
None of them could believe that Chris had stormed into their army of thousands for the sake of a single friend. What kind of madman was he?
Having delivered his message, Chris turned and left with Stripes.
Not a single Great Lyria soldier dared to stand in his way. The crowd parted, opening a path for him.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers, Chris walked away.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Moments after Chris had left, the ground began to quake.
Thorne Steelhart arrived at the scene, leading an army of one hundred thousand cavalrymen.
Seeing the carnage-bodies strewn across the battlefield-his fury erupted.
“What happened here?” he roared.
A Great Lyria commander stepped forward, trembling. “Prince Thorne, this was the work of a man named Chris. He left a message for you: the woman you captured is his friend. If you harm her, he will not forgive you!”