Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

The team rested for a full seven days, and today, the battle was finally about to begin! Scouts sent by the team had already returned with information, reporting that a joint force of the Demon Clan and Barbarian Demons, roughly thirteen hundred strong, had appeared thirty thousand kilometers to their southeast, led by a Three-star Shura, matched in strength with

them.

Coming to the Asura Battlefield means risking one’s life; if afraid, one wouldn’t come to the Asura Battlefield. Encountering an enemy means attacking, killing, and struggling.

Lin Mo set off with the team, more than a thousand people flying grandly in the sky, swiftly heading toward their target. Sure enough, at the thirty thousand kilometers mark, there was a floating Mainland, similarly filled with Demon Clan and Barbarian Demon Clan Realm Generals gathered together, over a thousand of them. They also sensed Lin Mo’s team approaching, but did not flee; after all, both sides had similar numbers,

even the Demon Clan Camp held certain advantages.

Since we are on the Asura Battlefield, the goal is to battle, risk our lives, break through in combat, or acquire Treasures and benefits. As long as the difference in power isn’t too vast, neither side will flee directly.

The two factions, with over a thousand people, faced off in the sky.

”Brother Lin Tanyu, let’s draw closer later on; you and I are familiar with each other. Helping each other in key moments is crucial for survival. Avoid drawing hatred,” Steel Spike said gravely, secretly transmitting sound.

Lin Mo glanced at him and lightly nodded. Though they’re in the same camp, amidst chaotic combat, they could easily be ambushed by their own faction for Treasures. Given that Commander’s Seal holds no sway here, as long as one’s actions aren’t too blatant, it won’t provoke widespread anger. Therefore, many people form small groups with familiar individuals to fight together, looking out for each other.

”Kill!”

A vast, resonating voice boomed through True Yuan, instantly echoing across the sky.

No idle chatter, meeting means risking one’s life.

In an instant, Lin Mo was filled with excitement, his blood starting to boil. Such a scene can easily ignite envy, make one boil with passion; this is the real battlefield of combat.

Drawing out the Xuanyuan Sword, Lin Mo’s figure transformed into a stream of rainbow light, charging toward the Demon Clan Camp. He didn’t use the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword; it’s an Ultimate Weapon, too conspicuous. Unless it’s a matter of life and death, it shouldn’t be used lightly. It would not only provoke envy from the Demons but also his own people, possibly leading to being attacked by a crowd. Lin Mo wasn’t here to

stand out, only to be besieged by thousands of Realm Generals, causing even a Realm Marquis to die aggrieved.

Like lighting a bomb, the entire Space was instantly filled with various sounds permeating everywhere. True Yuan fluctuations were wave-like, continuously ebbing and flowing!

Martial arts techniques! Manipulating remote Magic Treasures, Flying Swords! Casting various talismans! Setting up Arrays to kill enemies!

Lin Mo and Steel Spike maintained a distance where they could watch over each other, also charging into the opponent’s camp, seeking opponents and targets.

The roar of battle echoed to the skies, the clash of Magic Treasures and Martial Arts rang deafeningly.

Some unfortunate ones were directly struck by more than three types of Martial Arts and Magic Treasures, their bodies erupted into Blood Fog, dying on the battlefield. Others were directly bombarded by opponents up close, getting torn apart by the enormous Barbarian Demon’s hand.

Lin Mo was shocked by such scenes, filled with excitement, his blood rising like boiling water.

Faintly, he felt a subtle change in his Heart Realm. Soon, Lin Mo spotted a Barbarian Demon Clan Realm General about ten meters tall, covered in dark green scales, wielding two Mountain Opening Giant Axes, showing a fierce fearlessness, with six glowing green eyes on its head searching for prey.

”Alright, my target is you!” Lin Mo grasped the Xuanyuan Sword, activating spell with one hand; golden Light and Shadow Swords materializing behind him like a blossoming golden Lotus, then transforming into streams of Flowing Light, blasting toward the opponent.