Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 659 Huang Zhi And Devil Race Escaping From Battle

“Devil Generals!” Huang Zhi gasped, recognizing the formidable warriors of his faction. Each of them wielded a legendary artifact crafted by the late Devil King Mo Yu.

One of the generals raised a massive, dark blade that seemed to hum with malevolent energy. “Dark Star Cleaver!” he shouted, swinging the blade with all his might. The attack created a shockwave that forced Jiang Chen to retreat momentarily.

The second general, wielding a staff covered in intricate runes, slammed it into the ground. “Netherworld Scepter!” she cried, and dark tendrils of energy erupted from the staff, wrapping around Jiang Chen and binding him in place.

The third general, holding a shimmering, crystalline orb, chanted an incantation. “Void Prism!” he declared, and the orb emitted a blinding light that distorted the space around Jiang Chen, creating a barrier that slowed his movements.

Jiang Chen’s eyes narrowed as he struggled against the combined power of the three artifacts. “Impressive,” he muttered, his voice filled with cold determination. “But not enough to stop me.”

Huang Zhi, still reeling from the intense battle, watched in shock. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice a mix of confusion and frustration.

Mo Yin appeared beside him, her expression urgent. “Huang Zhi, you need to escape. If you lose today, Jiang Chen will not let off the Devil Race. He might even order his faction to commit unspeakable acts.” ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Huang Zhi’s eyes widened as he realized the truth in her words. He looked at Jiang Chen, who was already beginning to break free from the restraints. “You’re right,” he said, gritting his teeth. “We need to retreat.”

With a heavy heart, Huang Zhi summoned all his remaining strength and unleashed a series of spatial tunnels. “Spatial Rift!” he commanded, creating hundreds of portals that led away from the battlefield.

“Retreat! Everyone, fall back!” Huang Zhi shouted to his troops. The Devil Race warriors, seeing their leader’s command, began to withdraw through the portals.

Mo Yin grabbed Huang Zhi’s arm, her eyes pleading. “We need to go now, Huang Zhi. Please.”

Nodding, Huang Zhi led his wife and the remaining Devil Race members through the spatial tunnels. As they retreated, he cast one last glance at Jiang Chen, who was now breaking free from the combined assault of the three generals.

Jiang Chen’s eyes burned with rage as he shattered the Void Prism and cut through the Netherworld Scepter’s tendrils with a wave of chaotic energy. “You think you can escape?” he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

The Dark Star Cleaver wielder charged at Jiang Chen, but with a swift and brutal strike, Jiang Chen disarmed him and sent him flying. “Futile!” Jiang Chen declared, his aura flaring with unrestrained power.

Despite their best efforts, the three devil generals were no match for Jiang Chen’s relentless assault. Within minutes, he had dispatched them all, their legendary artifacts shattered and useless.

Breathing heavily, Jiang Chen looked around the battlefield. The Devil Race had already begun their retreat, disappearing into the spatial tunnels created by Huang Zhi. “Cowards,” he spat, his eyes narrowing as he watched them flee.

As the dust settled, Jiang Chen stood victorious, but his expression was far from satisfied. He knew that the Devil Race had escaped, and that Huang Zhi and Mo Yin were still out there, plotting their next move.

“Regroup!” Jiang Chen ordered his troops. “We will not let them escape so easily. Prepare to pursue!”

The Jiang Family and their allies quickly regrouped, their determination renewed by Jiang Chen’s unwavering resolve. Despite the temporary setback, they were ready to continue the fight.

Huang Zhi and Mo Yin, along with the surviving members of the Devil Race, emerged from the spatial tunnels in the Eastern Cosmos. Exhausted and battered, they quickly sought refuge in a hidden stronghold.

“We made it,” Mo Yin said, her voice filled with relief. “But we can’t let our guard down. Jiang Chen will be coming for us.”

Huang Zhi nodded, his expression grim. “I know. We need to recover and prepare for the next battle. We can’t let him win.”

As they began to tend to their wounds and regroup, Huang Zhi couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. He knew that the battle with Jiang Chen was far from over, and that their struggle for survival would only get more intense.

The Devil Race, though temporarily safe, was far from defeated. They would continue to fight, using every resource at their disposal to resist Jiang Chen and his allies. The Northern Cosmos had been shaken by their clash, and the echoes of their battle would be felt for a long time to come.

In the heart of the Eastern Cosmos, Huang Zhi looked out at the stars, his mind racing with thoughts of their next move. He knew that they needed to find a way to turn the tide in their favor, and he was determined to do whatever it took to protect his people and put an end to Jiang Chen’s reign of terror.

Back in the Northern Cosmos, Jiang Chen stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his mind focused on the future. He knew that the battle with Huang Zhi and the Devil Race was far from over, and he was prepared to pursue them to the ends of the cosmos if necessary.

“We will not rest until they are defeated,” Jiang Chen vowed, his voice filled with unyielding determination. “The Northern Cosmos will be ours, and the Devil Race will pay for their defiance.”

As the two factions prepared for the next phase of their epic struggle, the fate of the Northern Cosmos hung in the balance. The battle between Jiang Chen and Huang Zhi was far from over, and the echoes of their clash would continue to resonate across the cosmos, shaping the future of their world.

In the galaxy of the Eastern Cosmos, a secluded star now bore the brunt of the Devil Race’s presence. Huang Zhi, alongside his wife Mo Yin and the core members of the Devil Race, had taken refuge here. The atmosphere was heavy with a mix of despair and determination. They had narrowly escaped Jiang Chen’s wrath, but their spirits were far from broken.

One day, a massive celestial vessel descended upon their star. The air crackled with tension as the Devil Race warriors prepared for potential combat. The ship bore the emblem of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, a powerful faction known for its disdain towards the Devil Race.

“Who’s coming?” Huang Zhi asked, his voice barely concealing his anxiety.

“It’s Wang Jian,” Mo Yin replied, her eyes narrowing. “And he’s not alone. Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan is with him.”

Huang Zhi’s heart pounded in his chest. Wang Jian was a name that struck fear into many, and the Heavenly Jade Pavilion was an organization with the strength to back it up. He glanced at Mo Yin, whose expression mirrored his apprehension. “Prepare for the worst,” he said, steeling himself.

As the vessel landed, Wang Jian, accompanied by Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan and several elite members of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, stepped out. Their presence was imposing, a testament to their unmatched power. Wang Jian, with his commanding aura, led the way, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and calculation.

Huang Zhi stepped forward to meet them, his nerves on edge. “Wang Jian,” he greeted, his voice firm despite his anxiety. “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?”

Wang Jian’s lips curled into a faint smile, a smile that sent shivers down Huang Zhi’s spine. “Huang Zhi,” he began, his voice smooth and authoritative. “You look like a man who has faced many battles recently.”

Huang Zhi nodded, wary of Wang Jian’s intentions. “We’ve had our share of conflicts,” he admitted, his eyes flickering with a mix of pride and caution.

Wang Jian chuckled softly. “I’m aware of your recent skirmish with Jiang Chen. A valiant effort, but it seems you were at a disadvantage.”

Huang Zhi’s jaw tightened. “Jiang Chen is a formidable opponent,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “But we will not give up.”

Wang Jian’s smile widened. “That’s the spirit,” he said, his tone surprisingly approving. “But what if I told you that you don’t have to fight this battle alone?”

Huang Zhi’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Cui Lan, standing beside Wang Jian, spoke up. “The Heavenly Jade Pavilion is prepared to offer you our support,” she said, her voice calm and measured. “We have our own reasons for wanting to see Jiang Chen and his allies defeated.”

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Huang Zhi was stunned. “You… want to help us?” he asked, unable to hide his disbelief.

Wang Jian nodded. “Indeed. We share a common enemy. And together, we can be stronger than if we were to face him alone.”

Huang Zhi exchanged a glance with Mo Yin, who nodded subtly. “What’s the catch?” he asked, his suspicion still evident.

Wang Jian’s expression grew serious. “We require your cooperation in launching another attack on Jiang Chen, the Jiang Family, and their allies,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.