Chapter 1320: Chapter 573: Bizarre Battle (Part 2)

The two brothers stood opposite him, dejected and motionless.

It seemed they had accepted their fate.

“Hey,” O Jia communicated telepathically, “lend me a bit of strength.”

“You—are you kidding? Weren’t you just fighting yourself quite fiercely? How come you have no attack power now?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.

“My warhammer is a true treasure of destruction, and your sword is probably not an ordinary item either—so many hammer strikes and sword slashes, all directed at me,” O Jia said.

He didn’t continue speaking.

But Shen Ye understood.

Indeed.

Those hammer blows and sword slashes were no joke.

He himself was also on the brink of death.

If it weren’t for Charlotte’s blessing, allowing himself to timely perform the ‘Heaven Connecting Technique’ and continually revive his soul—

He would have been finished long ago.

“Alright, you and I will join forces for one strike, strive to break the threat they bring,” Shen Ye said.

“That’s the way it should be,” O Jia said.

“I’m going in!”

Shen Ye invigorated his spirit, manipulated O Jia’s body, lifted the warhammer, and smashed it towards Silas and Sirren.

Thump.

Thump.

Two dull thuds.

Silas and Sirren simultaneously flew backward, tumbling to the ground, spitting blood, unable to get up.

“…No need to be so ruthless, just hitting the opponent and winning a move would be counted as a win,”

O Jia said.

“You never said,” Shen Ye shrugged.

Above the arena.

A vortex formed of laws silently appeared.

It enveloped Silas and Sirren, beginning to siphon the King’s Power.

—In the arena battle, the King’s Power of the losing side will be completely devoured by the victor!

Silas casually sat up.

Sirren spat out a mouthful of blood froth and shouted this way:

“Brother, have you learned his techniques? Shall we make him scram, or do we kill him together?”

“You don’t need to interfere,” said O Jia.

He was about to cast a technique to teleport away.

“Wait a minute,” Shen Ye hurriedly said, “I won this round, and their King’s Power hasn’t been drained yet. Let me finish siphoning it, then we’ll leave.”

“You really have such lovely thoughts,” O Jia mocked.

At this moment.

The two brothers were seriously injured, unable to pose a threat to him.

O Jia’s tone relaxed a bit:

“The Destruction Side cannot generate King’s Power, as Main Gods, we only provide the Origin Force of the Destruction Side.”

“But the Destruction Source Power has a very strong attribute of destruction, you as a human cannot siphon it.”

“—In the Myriad Realms, generally, no one dares to provoke existences on the Destruction Side.”

“Because even if you win, you gain nothing.”

“Just like now.”

Shen Ye listened silently, nodding thoughtfully:

“So I can only siphon the Destruction Source Power from them?”

“Yes,” O Jia said.

Shen Ye looked towards the void aside.

Sure enough, lines of tiny glowing words appeared floating in the air:

“You have won the King’s Challenge of this round.”

“The two opponents you faced have no King’s Power. According to the rules, as a fallback, you will siphon the Destruction Source Power from them.”

“Do you confirm you want to proceed with the siphoning?”

“Note: Destruction Source Power is highly aggressive. If your compatibility is not suited, it could cost you your life.”

Generally speaking—

This is quite intimidating.

For other king-level existences, they essentially can only accept it grudgingly.

No wonder everyone detests the existence of the Destruction Camp!

—Lose and you die, win and gain nothing.

Who would want to associate with them!

But today, the situation seemed somewhat different.

Shen Ye possessed a clone, which was the Destruction Primordial Spirit!

—He could indeed siphon the Destruction Source Power!

“Siphon.”

Shen Ye commanded.

Small glowing words immediately jumped continuously:

“You are the Eternal Truth Destruction Beast ‘Super Saiyan’.”

“Each of your bodies possesses the powers of Eternal, Truth, and Destruction simultaneously; they can exist individually or all at once.”

“Congratulations.”

“You are siphoning the Destruction Source Power of Destructive Main Gods Silas and Sirren.”

A black light emerged from the vortex above the arena, striking O Jia, and gradually merging into his body.

“Brother!”

Silas and Sirren shouted simultaneously.

“Wait, I didn’t—” O Jia called out.

The next instant.

The three Main Gods simultaneously perceived the truth of the matter.

“It is the soul! His soul is siphoning the Power of Destruction,”

Silas said.

“Hahaha,” Sirren couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “What a fool, does a human dare covet our Destruction Source Power?”

“You’re dead.” O Jia also intentionally sighed.

Humans siphoning Main God-level Destruction Source Power is bound to be unbearable, leading to certain death.

He was dead.

The illusion technique would naturally dissipate.

This was good news, but he also lost the chance to learn his sword techniques.

—The whole matter was irreversible.

This was how it had to be.

O Jia was feeling a bit regretful, suddenly looked in a direction.

Silas and Sirren did the same.

They saw a humanoid figure silently appear from the dark void, landing on the arena.

Kaylon!

This arrogant and self-righteous Destruction Main God appeared before everyone!

“Are you all injured?”

“You used to treat me like a pathfinder dog, and now you’ve ended up in such a state yourselves.”

“Tsk tsk, how careless.”

Kaylon leisurely remarked.

O Jia’s expression changed, he said in a low voice, “This is impossible, you should still be in the illusion!”

“Yes, it’s within my ‘Illusion Technique’,” Shen Ye responded.

He specifically glanced at his Dharma Aspect.

Kaylon’s soul was lost in it, already in a state similar to the Old Blind Man.

Could it be—

“It’s fake,” Shen Ye blurted out.

“A bunch of fools, finally having a moment of intelligence,” Kaylon said lazily.