Chapter 1421 63: Upheaval (5)

Whether he was dead or alive was a secondary concern; Philip couldn't tell for sure at the moment. All he knew was that his rage was off the charts, and he even wanted to tear apart the Demon Spirits' carbon copies in front of him.

However, the disastrous external conditions quickly forced Philip to calm down.

He looked around.

On the ground, thirteen resurrected warriors from the Demon Palace Security Bureau lacked teleportation jade charms, which meant they were missing their most crucial lifeline—the teleportation jade charm was exclusive, equipped with identity recognition, and once shattered, could teleport someone anywhere into the Demon Palace.

Without it, in such a battlefield, returning home became a luxury.

Even worse, the magical artifacts were now in the hands of the Demon Spirits—the terror of the Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill needed no explanation; when it came to transforming and cracking magical artifacts, the Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill was truly specialized!

"Whoosh!"

More dark threads surged from Philip's back, these threads crazily shot out and in a short time wrapped around the thirteen experts from the Demon Palace Security Bureau.

Facing the predicament of being used as batteries, the thirteen Demon Palace Security Bureau experts simply glanced at each other and then silently accepted their fate.

Unable to escape, they had to fight, but with just their strength, they couldn't win; serving as Philip's batteries was, in fact, the most effective way to utilize their capabilities!

At that moment, behind Philip were twenty dried corpses wrapped around him. As he gazed at the over eighty Demon Spirit carbon copies encircling him, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

Philip was certain this time; the victor and the vanquished were still undecided.

…

The battle happening in Ostgard attracted the attention of many.

There were small journalists, Demon Tribe powerful experts, and some with ulterior motives.

In the past three days, the feud between Philip and the Demon Spirits had become widely known. At this moment, Ostgard was under attack, so who was behind it was naturally obvious.

These Demons from afar gathered around Ostgard or rather outside the battlefield, watching the distant energy surges, seemingly waiting for the outcome between the two sides.

Because this could potentially decide the future ruler of the Surface Demon Tribe.

Another "ulterior motive" person hid within the crowd, munching on melon seeds while watching the spectacle.

"Fight! It's best they beat each other stupid!"

This person was none other than Wen Yu.

Altogether, there were three Wen Yu carbon copies in the Demon Realm—Wen Yu, currently a captain of an elite Special Ops Squad under the Demon Spirit; naturally, the Demon Spirit didn't focus much on these squads, and Wen Yu seemed rather inconspicuous.

Jailer Wen Yu, stationed at the Eternal Prison, spent his days watching dramas, playing games, lonely and bored.

The third Wen Yu roamed the Demon Realm.

It was him who confronted the Black River Sovereign head-on, and now it was him appearing here.

As for why Wen Yu was here…

The affair between Philip and the Demon Spirits blew up so much that Wen Yu had produced quite a few spies using the Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill. Compared to the Demon Spirit's core force, Ostgard was easier to infiltrate. When the Demon Spirit attacked Ostgard, Wen Yu immediately received the news.

With idle curiosity, Wen Yu thought of coming to the battleground to check out the scene.

"I never expected so many spectators."

Reflecting on this, Wen Yu looked around—a huge crowd was crammed tightly into this highland, and these spectators had quite formidable strength, all at least at Peak Level 10.

They were extremely mobile, well-informed, and equally understood the significance of upper-level reforms.

Calling it mere spectating was excessive, because the outcome of this battle involved everyone's future. Rather than describing them as mere spectators, it's better to say they were witnesses to history.

Witnessing the Demon Spirit's successful rise…

Or witnessing the biggest schemer in Demon Realm history being ousted.

Wen Yu believed the outcome should be the former, yet from the battlefield's surface, unexpectedly, Philip seemed to have the upper hand.

…

Philip's figure flickered, and the darkness energy illuminated overlapping lights and shadows; the vast energy conducted from the twenty batteries behind him gathered on Philip's body.

He drifted among the eighty Demon Spirit carbon copies like a flower, each punch and kick inflicting unimaginable harm on the targeted Demon Spirit carbon copies.

Philip was not only adept in close combat but also possessed fierce long-range attack capabilities and sturdy defense capabilities.

The black energy wave burst forth, so concentrated it penetrated Oga's surface like a hot knife through butter, instantly removing one of Oga's heads.

His attacks were unstoppable, his speed uncatchable, his defense unbreakable.

The Demon Realm's number one, facing eighty powerful Level 11 experts, wasn't at a disadvantage at all!

Soon, Philip initiated the true final act.

The dark straps tied with twenty batteries on his back once more swept out, stronger, faster than before, rapidly enveloping three Demon Spirit carbon copies.

Instant suction seemed to even cancel out the Origin Energy of the Demon Spirit carbon copies. The bodies of the three trapped Demon Spirit carbon copies visibly shriveled, while Philip's power surprisingly enhanced significantly.

Witnessing this scene, Wen Yu, barely able to track a small portion of Philip's movements, flashed his gaze—Philip's utilization of darkness energy had many aspects worth Wen Yu studying.

Philip, reinforced again, moved even faster. Now, not just Wen Yu, most Demon Spirit carbon copies struggled to keep up with Philip's movements, and Wen Yu only felt the darkness energy in the air become increasingly fierce; ultimately, around him, an abundance of negative energy elements absorbing his energy, supporting Philip's more terrifying offensive.

"My goodness, is this an ultimate?

Sensing something amiss, Wen Yu stealthily slipped out of the crowd, fleeing to a more distant place. Until he was about ten thousand miles from the battlefield, behind him, a swirling mass of black energy akin to a dark cloud exploded instantly, sweeping outward centered from the battlefield! This power was immense, Wen Yu could feel the ground beneath him groan under the weight.

No doubt, those spectators who didn't escape were surely obliterated without a trace.

Yet at that moment, Wen Yu's steps suddenly halted, looking back.

At the very center of the battlefield, apart from Philip and a dozen Demon Spirit carbon copies, the remaining Demon Spirit carbon copies were blasted far away by Philip's ultimate move, their faces pale, their eyes dim, seemingly suffering some unspeakable traumatic blow.

At this moment, these "defeated ones," seemed to have lost all strength to control their bodies.

Seeing this, Wen Yu's gaze suddenly brightened.

Why watch the spectacle? Wasn't it for the potential "opportunity"?