Thousands of bodies clashed together, creating a visual impact far superior to the battle between Great Grandmasters.

The Undead Tribe's vitality is formidable. When the blades of Demarco Mount's elite warriors get severely worn, it may require several strikes to be fatal.

On the Dusty Platform, the sound of slaughtering cries continued relentlessly.

As if a giant meat grinder.

Even many long-established Great Grandmasters, whether Sect Leaders or Sect Masters, couldn't help but feel chills down their spine upon witnessing this scene.

No matter how strong one's individual power is, in the face of such a super battle machine, they're like ants!

Among the martial artists participating from both sides, there are many powerful Great Grandmasters.

These Great Grandmasters can effortlessly handle ten ordinary Grandmasters in daily life.

But in this battlefield, they've barely shown their faces and then completely vanished.

Individual power is negligible.

In the sea of people, even a Great Grandmaster can't stir up significant waves.

"No wonder the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is the overlord of the world! Even after the previous Holy Lord stepped down, with four years of internal chaos, and losing over ten thousand people at Moon Mansion, they still possess such combat power."

An old man squinted at the center of the platform battlefield, sighing: "How ridiculous it is that people attempt to overthrow the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Such a powerful machine can only be defeated from within; no external force can conquer it!"

"Samson, I was fortunate to witness the era of Julius Reed's Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance firsthand. That was truly unstoppable! Even the strong North Sea, one of the four vassal states, was swept clean by the Wolf Cavalry, without any resistance at all!"

Next to the old man, a Great Grandmaster in red robes sighed, "I'm afraid it's difficult for the martial arts world to produce a hero like the Holy Lord again! It's uncertain whether this is fortunate or unfortunate for the world."

Opinions on Julius Reed's fall have always varied in the martial arts world.

Some believe that his era should have ended.

If Julius Reed were still here, this world would have no vitality.

There are also those who, feeling the chaos of the martial arts world and the slaughter caused by personal ambition, instead miss the tranquility of the Holy Lord's era.

"Hmph! Julius Reed was merely lucky, born in the right era. Without him oppressing us, among us martial artists, wouldn't there emerge someone stronger than him?"

A young genius disdainfully said, "We are all human, there is no difference. Fellow seniors, do not dwell on the past and look down upon yourselves! There will inevitably be someone among us who surpasses him given time!"

"Indeed, brother Hossein is so talented, he has the aura of an emperor!" Another young man chimed in.

The sound of struggle grew weaker, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Blood flowed freely on the ground, with severed limbs and corpses scattered everywhere.

Even when Sutton himself went into battle, utilizing the strongest elite lineup of the Undead Tribe, he was still unable to resist the offensive of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

Defeated thoroughly.

"Cold Nelson, you conspire for power and completely disregard the legal system! The Holy Lord is right behind me; you people of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, do you want to rebel?"

Han Caldwell, covered in wounds, shouted vigorously.

The martial artist's voice was loud, instantly spreading throughout the entire field.

Countless pairs of eyes all focused on the position of Julius Reed.

Beside the Holy Lord, it seemed there was a woman sitting?

"Is this Holy Lord real or fake? A conversation between two Holy Lords is truly interesting!"

"As the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public. Today, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has torn its face here. Interesting, interesting!"

The reappearance of the long-missing Julius Reed indeed surprised everyone.

It was previously just a rumor, coupled with the fierce battle, attracting lots of attention.

Now that it's on display.

Whoa!

Goodness gracious!

Below, the fight is fierce, and the Holy Lord is sitting there, cozying up with the maiden.

"Look, stepping down is inevitable, being obsessed with women daily, how different is this from those ruined kings?"

"Such a Holy Lord stepping down early is a blessing for us. But that woman, her beauty is exquisite; if I were him, I'd surely leave leaning against a wall too!"

Though many cursed verbally, their minds pondered the woman's origins.

Never seen her before!

Such a pretty woman, could she be the Holy Lord's hidden beauty?

As Sutton turned, his gaze met with Hiddy!

His heart skipped a beat!

He looked again!

It truly was Hiddy!

Disastrous!

Sutton's hand holding the sword trembled.

Even after thousands of swings, his hand had never trembled.

Thunk!

In a moment of distraction, he took a hit to the back.

Standing still, even Julius Reed would surely get struck.

Humans will die, what good is being a Grandmaster?

"General, what's wrong with you?" Han Caldwell slashed the assailant, shouting: "What should we do now!"

They overestimated themselves, overestimated the Undead Tribe.

Most fatally, they didn't expect Demarco Mount's people to possess weapons capable of killing members of the Undead Tribe.

Originally, only a few could wield these weapons, but now it seemed Demarco Mount was well-prepared.

"Damn it!" Sutton looked at Julius Reed's demeanor again, completely different from before!

Fake, ultimately fake, even if the outward appearance deceives, and behaviors are painstakingly imitated, a person's inherent charisma never changes.

A king is a king!

Even with simple conversation and actions, it leaves a lasting impression.

"It's over." Sutton had once believed Julius Reed disappeared or was secretly eliminated.

Otherwise, why would he remain absent for so long?

Never imagined the fool was himself!

Sutton battled in the front drenched in blood, while the real Holy Lord just watched.

How ironic?

"I surrender!"

Clang!

Sutton raised his sword, raising both hands high, shouting: "The Holy Lord is foolish and unprincipled. I now return from my misguided path, leading my brothers to join Cold Nelson!"

If he couldn't benefit, then everyone should fall together!

With the remaining power of the Undead Tribe combined with Demarco Mount's forces, encircling the Holy Lord alone, Sutton was confident of taking him down!

Even the strongest Grandmaster is human and cannot face ten thousand alone!

"General, why are you doing this?" Han Caldwell's eyes widened.

They hadn't yet reached the stage of complete defeat; a desperate struggle could still be possible!

"Do you know who that person behind us is!" Sutton gritted his teeth in hatred!

Hiddy!

Hiddy beat them to the ground back then!

When that woman got angry, even the Holy Lord couldn't withstand it!

Disappeared for thousands of years, Sutton thought Hiddy was dead!

"Who is it!" Han Caldwell was now completely bewildered. As a pillar of the Undead Tribe, if Sutton surrendered, they'd be finished.

"General, you're pretending to surrender, aren't you?"

"I..." Sutton grabbed Han Caldwell's neck, pushed him out. "Lead some people away, hoping to rise again! Or go to Demarco Mount, find the Emperor! Since the Holy Lord has emerged, I am defecting to Cold Nelson, waiting for a chance to kill him!"

After speaking, he took out a token from his arms, handing it to Han Caldwell: "Take it, it can summon the warriors of the Undead Tribe hidden all over the world! Quickly go!"

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