Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Chapter 572 Support

Within the illusory realm, the overlords' spiritual energy clashed violently, like the aftershocks of a collapsing star, seemingly about to tear this illusory domain apart completely.

Even amidst the raging fog of war, the chaotic and dense battle fluctuations, like boiling tides, could never drown out the immense pressure of these two forces clashing against each other.

What followed was more frequent and intense battles.

They were like thunderbolts piercing the sky, startling Li Yelai from his sleep.

Aside from Li Yelai, many psychics could feel a sense of fear from the depths of their souls from this collision.

Li Ye suddenly stood up from his sleeping bag, and Little Mad King, who was keeping watch beside him, spoke up in time: "To the west, it is suspected to be the West Eleventh Shelter or the West Eighth Shelter! The exact range is uncertain. They are still moving quickly, retreating and fighting at the same time."

At the same time, she brought the Radiant Armor and a bone scimitar sent by the shelter.

That was Li Yelai's armor, which was repaired by craftsmen as soon as he returned to the shelter.

The scimitar was modified from the Rakshasa King's arm blade. This wasn't particularly difficult; it simply made the transmission of spiritual energy more convenient.

"The armor has been repaired and was just delivered recently. But the Mad Dragon's repair will take some time. Your Black Gold Dragon-Patterned Halberd is beyond repair. Without suitable materials for reforging, there will be hidden dangers in repairing it rashly. As for the Rakshasa's scimitar, they have already tested it once. With the injection of spiritual energy, it can perform spatial jumps. However, the spiritual energy consumed increases with the distance."

"Thank you, that's enough!" Li Yelai responded, taking the Mingguang Armor and putting it on.

Little Mad King said, "You go first, I can't intervene in their battle, but I can prevent the other demons from interfering with you."

"Okay, please!"

Immediately, Li Yelai grabbed the champion's cape and jumped out of the window.

Without any hesitation, the wings of the Kunpeng behind him unfolded, instantly creating sonic booms, and he flew rapidly westward.

Little Mad King also stepped into the shadows, following closely behind.

The battle between the dolls and the Queen of Fear is one that neither the demons nor humans can easily intervene.

That invisible fear made them instinctively reluctant to approach.

During this period, the doll and the queen fought three bloody battles.

It wasn't that there weren't leaders of hordes of terror or human overlords who wanted to support their allies, but they were all kept out of the battlefield by that terrifying curse.

As a result, whenever the two of them clashed, a leader-level hordeo and a human overlord would fight on the periphery.

This made the fluctuations within the virtual realm even stronger.

However, the two have exactly the same abilities, even their curses and talents are identical.

This made their battle difficult to determine a winner.

As the two fought, their abilities became increasingly refined.

If the opponent uses a technique that you haven't mastered yet.

On the other hand, with their formidable talent and identical abilities, they can quickly replicate it.

They are still getting stronger!
This makes it even more difficult for outsiders to intervene, but that's all it is—difficult to intervene.

On the human side, although they cannot communicate with the dolls, they can support them with forbidden items when battle breaks out. They can even deliver forbidden items to the dolls.

Both sides knew the importance of the outcome of their match.

The demons are in a relatively better position, since time is on their side.

Although the insectoid ruler is dead, the orcs remain, and their rate of military buildup is terrifying. Furthermore, as wars continue in various regions, they continue to evolve; some orcs have already begun manually constructing tanks.

Furthermore, if a Supreme-level Terror Demon were to be born, their advantage would be even greater.

It would be better if the Queen could win, but if she couldn't, they had other methods.

But for humans, the situation is not so good. On the human side, the strongest are none other than the various human overlords.

Although there are many overlords, none of them can defeat the Queen of Fear.

Moreover, given the overwhelming odds, it's safe to say that once the Queen of Fear isn't bogged down, any sanctuary she chooses to invade will be difficult to defend. The only chance of victory is for several overlords to unite and launch a siege, braving the curse of fear and risking casualties.

However, if humanity were to withdraw its dominant power, the Horde would not remain indifferent. This could lead to an even larger war and greater casualties.

The doll was already a powerhouse almost comparable to a champion, and with the added curse of terror, she was invincible among her peers. The Queen of Terror, who possessed the same strength, was naturally the same.

So when they made their move again, the powerful humans nearby followed suit.

Even if it's impossible to effectively support the dolls, the demons' side must not be allowed to support the Queen. The reverse is also true.

For both sides in the bloody battle, the situation is becoming increasingly dangerous.

Both possess similar abilities, but their approaches to unlocking and utilizing those abilities may differ, each having their own inclinations and strengths. However, they also learn and grow rapidly through combat.

This proves the saying: those taught by the same master cannot break the rules.

The two fought for dozens of kilometers without a clear victor. Instead, this intensified the conflict between the demons and humans along the way.

After yet another clash of forces, an entire mountain forest was shattered.

Some extraordinary creatures that had been dwelling there were crushed into mincemeat in the blink of an eye.

But on the outermost battlefields.

The two human overlords have already made their move, fighting desperately against the approaching terror demons.

Keep them away from the dolls' battlefield.

And repeatedly tried to deliver forbidden items or holy healing potions to the doll.

One of them wielded a long, dark blue sword.

Each swing of the sword unleashed a chilling aura, freezing swathes of orcs into ice sculptures.

He once trained through nine levels at the place of inheritance and challenged the remnant of the eighth-generation champion Yang Chen!

Yan Shuang, a prodigy from the great northern city!

"Hasn't the item been delivered yet?" Yan Shuang shouted.

“No, we can’t find an opportunity. The approaching squads were immediately scattered. If the Queen of Fear manages to snatch it, we’ll be in big trouble,” another overlord quickly replied.

“At least send the Holy Healing Potion over there.” Yan Su frowned deeply. Even from this location, several kilometers away, he was still affected by the curse and found it difficult to get close.

However, his expression changed drastically the next moment.

'waaaaaa'

A deafening roar nearly disrupted his psionic barrier.

The iceberg he had conjured shattered instantly, and the unanimous battle roars of countless orcs forced this psionic overlord back.

Meanwhile, streaks of meteors fell from the sky, accompanied by the roar of engines.

One after another, mechs rushed into the battlefield.

"How could this be?" Yan Shuang's eyes widened in horror.

But then the Demon of Terror chuckled: 'They have no machine souls, so naturally they feel no fear! Humans, we have won!'

At the same time, an orc of particularly large size unleashed a battle cry of 'waaaaa'.

'I don't think I'm afraid of you!'

He roared and took a step forward.

The space twisted, appearing directly at the core of the battlefield.