CHAPTER 571: CHAPTER 28: SUMMONING HOLY ARTIFACT

Facing ten enemies alone?!

It is but a fight to the death.

When several dozen Dragon Battle Blood Prison War Beasts emerged together, the presence of the War Beasts was wholly overshadowed.

Blood Prison Falcons, each at the peak of Sixth-order, with glossy feathers and ferocious beaks as sharp as knives. Diving from the sky at speeds comparable to a fighter jet, they could penetrate the chest of a Frenzy Ground Bear in an instant.

Thunder Foxes, also at the peak of Sixth-order, fur as fiery as flames. The howls of the foxes could summon continuous thunder, and two Thunder Foxes could easily kill a combat team of ten.

Such a scale of Beast Fight, even the nobility from families in the Imperial City accustomed to various spectacular beast fights, couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment.

Compared to the line of fierce War Beasts arrayed before them, the legendary Dark Beast that was a dark horse had yet to appear.

It was at this moment that the crowd erupted into a buzz.

On the viewing stand, a space cleared, and a young man stepped forward.

The youth was clad in White Armor, his face half-covered by a gold leaf mask, his features delicate, exuding an air of nobility.

Perched on his shoulder was a black Diao Bao resembling a house cat.

The youth lazily raised his hand, and the Diao Bao stood up, yawned, then lightly stepped down from the spectator stand with a cat-like agile gait.

Yue Minzhi, seated in the Long Family’s VIP area, stood up involuntarily, gazing fixedly at the young man.

Long Rui also looked over, puzzled, "Eh, who is that? Does the Duke Mansion have such a figure?"

The same question also arose simultaneously in the minds of countless spectators on the scene.

Those a bit older couldn’t help but recall that once upon a time, the famous Grand Duke Xue Ying from the Imperial City had also been such an elegant and handsome figure.

When the Diao Bao of similar size to a cat appeared, the War Beasts too revealed a moment of bewilderment.

In the stands, a Beastmaster from the Dragon Battle Blood Riders raised a Beast Summoning Flute carved with the insignia of the Dragon Battle Blood Riders, sounding a piercing note.

With a long cry, the eyes of the War Beasts quickly filled with bloodlust, stirring restlessly.

Who would have known that at that moment, with several "sizzles," before they could react, among the ten Dark Beasts, three War Beasts suddenly fell to the ground, each with a fractured neck, hot blood gushing out.

Licking the fresh blood from its paws, Little Flash’s brown leopard eyes remained calm and undisturbed, it glanced indifferently across the War Beasts present.

That look, even for War Beasts bathed in blood on the front lines, was enough to send shivers down their spines.

But a War Beast is still a War Beast; the raging blood in their veins surged wildly.

Several Blood Prison Falcons, unwilling to be provoked, moved at the sound of the wind; spreading their wings, they attacked Little Flash from three sides like three razor-sharp boomerangs.

"Woosh," beneath Little Flash’s feet, several cloud-like projections appeared, its movement technique incredibly fast.

In the Beast Fighting Arena, a chase unfolded in the blink of an eye with four beastly shadows in pursuit.

From the spectator seats, those with slightly slower eyesight could only catch glimpses of a few shadows.

"So fast, the speed of that Diao Bao is astonishing; it’s a mutated Seventh-Order Dark Beast," Qing Zizhu couldn’t help but feel greatly astonished as she watched. Yue Jinghua’s War Beast was merely dodging to avoid the attacks of several large War Beasts.

Then, several Thunder Foxes also joined the fray. They howled, and with their howls, rumbles of thunder rolled in.

In mid-air, Little Flash Leopard’s eyes flashed with indignation. It spat out several surprise flashes from its mouth.

Thunder clashing with Flash, the Beast Fighting Arena was instantly shrouded in smoke, the scene becoming even more chaotic.

Cheng Ying, in a purple dress, was slightly taken aback, "Such agile movements; at this rate, the Blood Prison War Beasts will probably not get the upper hand."

"Ying’er, never underestimate the Blood Prison Battle Beasts. The strength of Zhan BeiAo’s War Beast Camp lies not in individual combat but in their Battle Beast Formation," Long Jiuzun’s voice had just faded when the Beastmaster of the Blood Prison Army in the stands had already changed the tune of his flute.

The original long whistles were replaced by several short and scattered ones.

The War Beasts, initially attacking the enemy on their own, suddenly changed their formation.

Three Blood Prison Falcons circled high in the sky, flapping their wings and stirring up several whirlwinds.

Four Thunder Foxes and jackals formed a horn-like formation, blocking Little Shanshan’s escape path.

"Not good, it’s a Battle Beast Formation," Yue Minzhi’s eyebrows furrowed, and he exclaimed in alarm.

"How despicable! As if ten against one wasn’t enough, they’ve even resorted to using a Battle Beast Formation," Long Rui sympathized and began to chastise the misdeeds of the Yanyue Chamber of Commerce and the Blood Prison Battle Beasts.

As an Imperial Guardian Heavenly General and a descendant of the Long Family, Long Rui was not unfamiliar with Battle Beast Formations.

The effectiveness of a Battle Beast Formation relies on the complementarity between the War Beasts. When one is exhausted, the next steps up. For example, the famous Blood Wheel Golden Armor Formation of Dragon Battle combines the advantages of the Blood Moon Wolf and the Golden Armored Bull, excelling in both offense and defense.

With the employment of the Battle Beast Formation, the War Beasts advanced and retreated in perfect harmony, quickly constraining Little Flash Leopard’s advantage—his movement technique.

The space for Little Flash Leopard to retreat was gradually shrinking.

"Just another quarter of an hour, and when that Dark Beast exhausts its Dark Power, it will surely be killed," Qing Zizhu revealed a pleased expression.

"The little bastard from the Duke Mansion must be regretting so much that his guts are turning green," Ji Yun was also brimming with ecstatic joy. Seeing the Duke Mansion humiliated was ideal, and it was even better that it might involve Yue Minzhi from the Dragon Rider Reserve Camp. Just thinking about this scene made his heart swell with delight.

In the crowd, several people from the Duke Mansion were also becoming restless.

"Jinghua, should we call a halt? At this rate, Little Flash Leopard will be killed," Shalman was getting anxious.

"The real show has just begun," Yue Jinghua said with a smile, her dark eyes shining like stars.

Just as Little Flash Leopard was trapped among the War Beasts and seemed about to be killed, the corners of Yue Jinghua’s mouth lifted slightly.

A blinding light flashed in the Beast Fighting Arena, followed by a glimmer of Star Light.

In the stands, Cheng Ying’s beautiful eyes moved slightly, catching sight of the light source.

The light came from the neck of the black Diao Bao. Around its neck, there was a collar.

What is that?

A Giant Winged Mosquito King appeared in the Beast Fighting Arena, and following the first one, a second, a third, a fourth... a full ten Giant Winged Mosquito Kings.

Each one vibrated its wings, summoning hundreds of giant-winged mosquitoes.

In just a moment, thousands upon thousands of giant-winged mosquitoes engulfed the entire Beast Fighting Arena like a dark cloud descending.

The buzzing noise, as disconcerting as the roar of marching armies, made everyone’s scalp tingle.

"What in the world is that?" Ji Yun sprang up, his finger trembling as he pointed at the group of giant-winged mosquitoes in the arena.

Watching the sudden appearance of the swarm of giant-winged mosquitoes, even Zhan BeiAo, who had been standing by with arms crossed and watching indifferently, blurted out in disbelief: "A Summoning Holy Artifact? That black leopard has a Summoning Holy Artifact on it."

A Summoning Holy Artifact?

Hearing Zhan BeiAo say this, the officials all showed a change of color.

A Summoning Holy Artifact, a legendary item said to summon countless Dark Beasts, was it one of the sacred relics left by the ancient and powerful Summoner families?