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He was slightly surprised.

Just slightly, of course.

With the strike just now, he hadn\'t actually intended to kill the armored warrior. His goal was to capture the general alive, using him as a clue to locate the Miracle Lord who might exist in this territory.

Thinking this, the Goblin Prince spread his palm again, stirring the power of heaven and earth in the blink of an eye to form a colossal hand capable of grasping an entire hill.

He slapped forward.

The yellow giant hand obscured the sky like a slowly falling mountain.

In the distance, the armored warrior seemed to be exerting all his might to slash out another roaring Stygian River, even more vast and spectacular than before.

In an instant, thunder roared across the sky and earth, and storms ravaged all around.

The Goblin Prince raised his right hand high, a giant outline appearing in his palm as he gathered the power of heaven and earth to fiercely pound down three times.

The distant armored warrior also slashed out three Rivers of Netherworld in succession.

This time, the Goblin Prince was truly a bit startled.

To withstand a blow from the power of heaven and earth in the Legendary Realm with a mortal body was something only a rare few amongst those at the Fourth-order Peak could do.

Such strongmen, the prince had indeed encountered a few in his life. Each one possessed super moves that outsiders could neither learn nor imitate.

But such super moves typically exhausted the energies of the Peak Strongmen, draining their power and overburdening their bodies.

For them, to use it once was to risk their lives; to use it three or four times was unthinkable.

The Goblin Prince had never seen a Peak Strongman with such ability, but he had heard a few tales.

For instance, in the Tai Xuan Alliance, there stood a peerless genius at the very top of the Dragon Gate Ranking.

And this armored warrior before him was just that!

"This prince is willing to acknowledge you as the strongest beneath the Legendary Realm, but... "

"How many more times can you lash out with an attack like the vast River of Netherworld when you\'re giving it your all? Whereas the attacks I deliver with the power of heaven and earth consume next to nothing."

If it wasn\'t for harnessing the power of heaven and earth, with 99% of the expense paid by the elemental particles of heaven and earth, even the Goblin Prince would suffer a significant drain from such a strike.

If even he, being from the Legendary Realm, would be thus affected, then what of a mere Four-order Peak warrior from the Ordinary Realm?

Usually, just one River of Netherworld could exhaust the entire energy of a Four-order Peak combatant. Unparalleled warriors were always leaps and bounds beyond common fighters.

But no matter how extensive your energy reserves, how far could they possibly go?

Even if you possess four times, six times, ten times the energy of other Peak Strongmen, what of it?

...

The energy reserves of the Dead Bone were indeed meager.

Even though it was now an Epic Three Stars being, compared to a standard Four-order Peak being, it could only have... dozens of times more energy at best.

Dozens of times the energy reserves, in a battle of this scale, amounted to little more than a drop in the bucket.

No matter if it slashed out dozens of Rivers of Netherworld, it would be meaningless.

The Dead Bone was probing, pondering.

After releasing the fourth River of Netherworld, it reined in its presence and, using the energy storm as cover, fled into the distance.

However, such flight proved futile.

The Goblin Prince had already locked onto it. The power of his domain was like chains shackling it.

With the domain advantage, the Goblin Prince could not only prevent his enemies from escaping, but also retreat with ease if he ever found himself at a disadvantage.

For the Dead Bone, there were only two possible outcomes in this battle.

Victory for itself.

The death of the Goblin Prince.

The Goblin Prince had to die.

It fought while retreating, having launched the eighth River of Netherworld.

The Goblin Prince grew increasingly astonished, his eyes darkening with the intent to kill, "This child must not be spared."

Once the armored warrior steps into the Legendary Realm, he will immediately become a strongman among legends. Give him a little more time to cultivate, and perhaps in a few years, he would become even stronger than Sword Saint Tianhe, maybe even Moon Sword Immortal.

But no matter how high his potential, no matter how extraordinary, the armored warrior would fall here.

At this thought, the Goblin Prince\'s homesickness dissipated somewhat, and he let out a jagged laugh.

Suddenly,

he paused slightly, his domain detecting over a dozen figures rushing over from afar.

And these figures had an aura quite similar to that of the armored warrior.

This was why Dead Bone had delayed, retreating while fighting.

It was waiting for the reunion with the Skeleton Horde. Goblin Prince, what were you waiting for?

Dead Bone couldn\'t be sure, and thus dared not be careless.

What the Goblin Prince was waiting for, could it also be a trump card?

The Goblin Prince: "..."

He gazed into the distance, identifying each incoming Undead as a strongman.

This was likely a Miracle Territory that predominantly consisted of Undead Troop Types.

The prince couldn\'t determine which Troop Type these Undead were, but that didn\'t matter.

"Numbers have no meaning in the face of the grand Legendary Realm."

He made his move.

This time, he abandoned the cat-and-mouse stance and held nothing back.

The power of his domain unfolded fully; sky and earth trembled as majestic mountains rose from the ground, forming a throne to elevate him.

In this mode, the Goblin Prince\'s power was greatly amplified, and his control over the power of heaven and earth expanded several times over.

Woosh, woosh—

Countless earth elemental particles gathered from all directions, coalescing in his palm.

From a distance, the entire sky turned a bright yellow, as if covered by a veil.