Spirit Domain

Near the Entrance of Xiyuan Street

"Velk, it seems you've exhausted quite a bit of your energy. You've taken down quite a few of our men, including the vice-captain. You're strong, but you're already in our grasp!" said a cold-faced man, looking at the heavily injured, pale-faced boy.

Velk maintained his cold smile, despite his weakened state, his body covered in wounds.

He was panting heavily, but the determination in his eyes remained unwavering.

"No matter how many tricks your Ghost Wolf Camp has, it won't change the fact that I will never submit," he coughed, blood staining the corner of his mouth, but his head never bowed.

The cold-faced man shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"You think that a few clever moves can help you escape us? The power of the Ghost Wolf Camp is beyond your imagination."

His fingers lightly tapped the hilt of the sword at his waist, the blade glinting coldly.

Velk suppressed the intense pain in his body and coldly replied, "Do you think forcing others to submit will earn you respect? You've built your fortress on fear and blood, and it could collapse at any time."

He said no more, grabbing the broken spear beside him and slowly rising.

Though his steps were unsteady, the fire in his eyes remained full of resolve.

The other boy beside him, seething with anger, sneered, "We gave you a chance, and you didn't even appreciate it! You're just a fool who doesn't know your place!"

"A fool?" Velk raised an eyebrow, finally showing a hint of a smile. "

"You people will never understand what freedom and dignity mean." He slowly turned to face the cold-faced man's gaze and spoke in a low voice, "What you want is nothing but a soulless puppet, but I will never be your tool."

As his words fell, a sudden pressure filled the air. In an instant, Velk's aura surged, and although his wounds hadn't healed, the unyielding spirit emanated from him, making anyone who saw him hesitate.

The man's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "It seems you haven't completely lost your will to fight. But how long can you last?"

His words were laced with provocation.

Velk met his gaze with nothing but coldness. He knew he might not escape on his own, but this confrontation was far from over.

On the Battlefield

Velk stood in the midst of the battlefield, his wounds bleeding profusely, but the determination in his eyes still shone brightly.

He raised his sword and summoned his powerful guardian spirit, "Adam, come forth!"

As he called, the air suddenly vibrated with immense power. Adam, the being once known as the first born human, descended from the sky. His towering figure, clad in shining metallic armor, illuminated the battlefield with a cold, fierce light.

His arrival immediately intensified the oppressive atmosphere on the battlefield.

"Master, I am here," Adam's voice was deep and resolute as he surveyed the surroundings.

He could feel the unbreakable bond of understanding between him and Velk.

Velk fixed his gaze on the enemy, fully aware that this battle would not be easy. There was no escape, and he spoke quietly, "Yang Hong, today you will witness our strength!"

At the same time, Yang Hong summoned her powerful warrior—Lin Chong. A legendary figure from the Chinese classic Water Margin, Lin Chong's appearance brought an undeniable aura of heroism. His sharp eyes, like blades, locked onto Adam and Velk, with arrows ready in his quiver.

"Do you really think you can stop me?" Lin Chong said coldly, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow. The arrow shot out like a lightning bolt, speeding toward Adam and Velk.

"Come! Let me see your archery!" Adam's eyes sparkled with a hint of challenge. Taking a deep breath, he swung his giant sword and shouted, "Fist of Apocalypse!"

Adam's fist erupted with thunderous force, shaking the air, and a wave of punch energy surged forward, colliding with the arrow Lin Chong had shot. The arrow shattered instantly in front of Adam's attack, disintegrating like paper. Then, Adam unleashed another powerful skill, "Blade of Life!"

A radiant long sword materialized in Adam's hand, glowing with intense light. Each swing carried immense power, slicing through the air and heading straight for Lin Chong.

Realizing the danger, Lin Chong quickly retreated to avoid Adam's attack while preparing to counter. "Wind and Cloud Arrow!" Lin Chong drew his bow once more, launching arrows that shot like a storm toward Adam. Then, he used Arrow Rain, releasing thousands of arrows that blanketed the battlefield.

However, even Lin Chong's powerful arrows were unable to break through Adam's defense. Each time Adam swung the Blade of Life, arrows shattered, and while the arrow rain was formidable, the synergy between Adam and Velk had formed an impenetrable barrier.

"You can't stop us!" Velk gritted his teeth, even though heavily injured, he knew that this battle would be won through the perfect cooperation with Adam.

On the other side of the battlefield, Yang Hong watched, her face growing increasingly grim. She had clearly underestimated the power of Velk and Adam. Though Lin Chong was strong, on his own, he couldn't change the course of the battle.

Clenching her fists, she said coldly, "This is impossible! Lin Chong, don't give up! Keep fighting!"

But Lin Chong's strength was waning. With each arrow shot, he felt his energy depleting, while Adam's attacks grew more fierce, making it impossible for him to defend effectively.

The coordination between Velk and Adam grew more seamless. Despite Velk's weakened condition, their teamwork remained flawless. Every attack from Adam was precise and deadly, while Velk supported him, forcing Yang Hong to retreat step by step.

Lin Chong's arrow was once again shattered by Adam's Fist of Apocalypse, and her steps grew sluggish.

Yang Hong watched this scene and finally realized that there was no chance of turning the tide. Her gaze turned cold, and he silently vowed, "It seems I've already lost this battle."

Gradually, Yang Hong's movements slowed, and Lin Chong, drained of energy, was unable to mount a counterattack. Velk and Adam fought side by side, even in Velk's severely injured state, pushing the battle toward victory.

Just as the battle seemed to be tipping in Velk and Adam's favor, suddenly, a powerful wave of spiritual energy spread through the air, causing the entire battlefield to tremble. Velk froze, looking up in surprise, and saw a majestic figure slowly appear before him.

It was a man clad in ancient battle armor, with a stern face and eyes gleaming with sharp light.

His figure was both handsome and commanding, exuding an air of divinity that seemed untouchable. It was none other than the famous general of China's Song Dynasty—Yue Fei!

"Yue Fei..." Velk muttered under his breath, not expecting another guardian spirit to appear at this crucial moment.

Yue Fei stepped forward, and the aura of dread he emanated quickly spread across the battlefield. He gripped his long sword tightly, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve and defiance. "My master sent me to assist you."

Yang Hong felt the overwhelming presence of Yue Fei and a surge of warmth filled his heart. Despite being injured, Yue Fei's appearance rekindled the flame of hope within him.

At this moment, Yang Hong's expression changed drastically. He hissed angrily, "I knew you wouldn't stay out of it! Wang Zhao!"

Velk raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Yang Hong, as if realizing something. Sure enough, with Yang Hong's call, a figure appeared beside him.

Wang Zhao. He smiled playfully as he observed the battlefield, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "If I hadn't stepped in, you'd probably be meeting your maker by now." Wang Zhao's tone was light-hearted, but the calm confidence he exuded made him an undeniable force.

"You!" Yang Hong's face turned ashen upon seeing Wang Zhao's appearance. Wang Zhao's arrival meant that the situation had completely shifted. Together with Yue Fei, they had nearly reversed the course of the battle.

Wang Zhao and Yue Fei stood beside Yang Hong, their gazes firm, with sword energy rippling in the air. Despite their relaxed expressions, an unspoken pressure radiated from them, creating a formidable presence that was impossible to ignore.