As the confrontation between Wang Hao and Celia seemed to tilt in Wang Hao's favor, the overall situation for the humans on the battlefield grew increasingly dire.
The relentless onslaught of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan's formidable members posed a formidable challenge.
Only the powerful Lord Realm experts from various factions, such as Jin Meixiang, Guan Yin, Hong Meilin, and Bixi Shuyan, were able to hold their ground against these demonic adversaries.
Even they, however, encountered tremendous difficulties and struggled to maintain their defenses. One could only imagine the plight of the other experts on the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Lady Zhuoran, Stella, and the two bishops of the church, recognizing the urgency of the situation, pushed themselves to their limits, desperately trying to recover their strength during brief moments of respite.
The coordinated attacks from the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan had taken a significant toll on their energies, but they refused to yield, determined to protect their comrades, and turn the tide of the battle.
The Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples and an elder emerged as the most lethal force among the human ranks, leaving a trail of fallen demons in their wake.
Each disciple exhibited unparalleled mastery in a specific weapon, be it the elegant sword, the swift spear, the fierce saber, or even the imposing lance.
Their profound understanding of their chosen weapons enabled them to unleash devastating attacks, channeling their formidable essence into every strike. With precise and lethal precision, they cut through the demon horde, diminishing the relentless pressure that bore down on their fellow humans.
Their relentless assault not only bolstered the morale of the other fighters but also provided crucial breathing room for those engaged in fierce battles.
The Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples and elder had become a beacon of hope, their combined efforts paving a path of survival and victory amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
To swiftly quell the surging momentum of the Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples, the cunning members of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan swiftly adapted, forming a strategic reorganization of their ranks. They astutely placed the disciples in direct confrontation with their most formidable defenders.
The devil clan members, well aware of the formidable skill and indomitable spirit possessed by the Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples, understood the arduous task of defeating them head-on. Instead, they sought to impede their progress by pitting them against the devil clan's finest guardians, renowned for their impregnable defenses.
It was a calculated move, aimed at slowing down the Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples, hindering their relentless advance with opponents who possessed an unparalleled mastery of defensive techniques.
The clash between the disciples' relentless offense and the unyielding defense of the devil clan created a spectacle of skill and willpower, a battle where each strike was met with an immovable wall.
The battlefield crackled with intensity as these warriors locked in combat, their clash sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
The devil clan's strategic maneuver proved to be a masterstroke, effectively chipping away at the hard-earned momentum of the Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples. With each clash, the disciples found their fiery determination tempered by the unyielding resistance of their opponents.
Despite their remarkable skill and tenacity, the relentless assault of the Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples gradually lost its fervor, dulled by the unyielding defense mounted by the devil clan.
The once unstoppable force began to wane, its formidable energy slowly sapped by the unyielding guardians standing in their path.
The clash between these formidable adversaries became a gripping spectacle of skill and endurance, as the Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples sought to overcome the stalwart defense of their foes.
Blow after blow was exchanged, each strike reverberating through the battlefield, but the disciples struggled to regain their initial momentum.
As the minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, the tide of the battle began to shift. The devil clan, bolstered by their resolute defenders, held their ground against the onslaught of the Heavenly Blade Sect's disciples.
The demons revelled in their apparent victory, their triumphant cries echoing across the battlefield. Despair weighed heavily on the hearts of the humans, their hopes dimming with each passing moment.
Yet, amidst the desolation, a sudden cry pierced the air, shattering the prevailing dread. It was a cry that carried with it a palpable sense of terror, resonating from the very depths of Celia's being.
The humans, startled by this unexpected turn, turned their attention to the source of the cry. Their wearied eyes widened with a mix of fear and curiosity, desperate to comprehend the cause of such distress.
Celia, who had previously clashed fiercely against Wang Hao, found herself consumed by a wave of panic.
Her countenance, once filled with unwavering confidence, was now twisted with sheer terror. It was as if she had witnessed an unspeakable horror that defied all reason.
In that harrowing moment, a flicker of hope ignited within the hearts of the humans. They sensed that perhaps there was a glimmer of opportunity, a chance to turn the tide of battle in their favor.
Celia, once a picture of beauty and strength, now bore the marks of a savage beating.
Her once radiant face was marred and unrecognizable, a testament to the ferocity with which Wang Hao had engaged her.
Bruises adorned her body, vivid reminders of the unyielding blows she had endured.
In stark contrast, Wang Hao stood tall and seemingly untouched.
No signs of fatigue or injury marred his countenance, a testament to his unrelenting power.
The blood that stained his body belonged not to his own, but to Celia's battered form.
Celia seethed with a potent blend of rage and disbelief, her anger at her own arrogance growing with each passing moment.
She had underestimated the true power of this human adversary, and now she paid the price.
Had she approached the battle with the seriousness it demanded, she wouldn't find herself in such a dire state.
The truth of her predicament lay in Wang Hao's relentless assault, a flurry of devastating fist techniques that left her unable to mount a counterattack or even defend against his onslaught.
What made Wang Hao's punches all the more insidious was their uncanny nature.
They not only inflicted external wounds upon Celia's battered form but also permeated her being with disorienting vibrations, wreaking havoc on her internal organs.
The aftermath of those bone-shaking strikes had left Celia's body in disarray, impeding the swift regeneration she possessed.
The vibrations had shifted her organs, disrupting the natural healing process, and prolonging her recovery time.
However, Celia's spirit remained unyielding in the face of adversity. Instead of succumbing to defeat, the dire circumstances seemed to ignite a fierce determination within her.
From the depths of her pocket, Celia produced a mysterious gourd, unleashing a torrent of demonic spirits that possessed the strength of King Realm experts.
Wang Hao arched an eyebrow, prepared to strike these apparitions with his formidable fist techniques. To his astonishment, his blows passed through them as if they were mere illusions.
Before he could react, a surge of razor-sharp wind energy shattered his qi barrier, propelling him backwards and leaving him riddled with countless cuts.
A disdainful sneer curled Celia's lips as she revealed the truth behind these ethereal entities.
"These are demonic spirits forged from the souls of powerful devils. Each one harbors a potent spiritual ability, enabling them to wage battle on par with their prime when they were alive. Facing them is akin to confronting hundreds of versions of myself."
Wang Hao rose to his feet, his gaze fixed upon the spectral adversaries before him. Deep in thought, he realized that his Insight of Fist would prove ineffective against these otherworldly foes.
If he wanted to harm them, he needed to infuse his attacks with spiritual energy. However, there was a problem—he lacked a spiritual technique.
It wasn't that his own spirit was feeble; on the contrary, it possessed an immense and terrifying power.
Yet, Wang Hao had no choice but to keep it sealed away, for unleashing it would lead to rivers of blood staining the earth.
In the aftermath of battles, not only enemies but also his own allies would fall victim to its uncontrollable fury.
There had been instances when he inadvertently decimated entire towns and cities after his confrontation with the Nether Curseweaver Devil Princess. Even she, wounded and desperate, had been forced to flee from the relentless onslaught of Wang Hao's wrath.
Now, faced with Celia's formidable legion of demonic spirits, Wang Hao grappled with the limitations imposed upon him by his own extraordinary power.
To overcome this deadly challenge, he would need to unearth a solution, a means to harness his suppressed spirit without succumbing to its catastrophic consequences.
Carefully observing each of his opponents, Wang Hao muttered seriously, "Ten minutes. I must end this in ten minutes."
Wang Hao retained control over his actions only for a limited time. If he didn't seal his spirit before this limit, he would lose himself to the bloodlust, power, and an endless fury.
However, during the activate phase of his spirit, Wang Hao certainly becomes the most powerful warrior on the battlefield.
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