Chapter 693

He struggled with all his might, but it was useless.

He had originally wanted to use the Lei Guang technique to strike him, but his intuition told Zhao Chi not to do so.

The two of them were simply not on the same level.

"Zhao Chi, those female heroes of yours aren't bad. From now on they're mine. Haha, what an unexpected surprise."

"Aren't you part of the Resistance? Why are you capturing me?"

That Resistance soldier snorted: "Damn, you really have the nerve to ask. Don't you know what your Zhao family is? For you to have this kind of strength, who knows how many people's hard-won results you've plundered to get here. Shut your mouth!"

Zhao Chi instantly felt his mouth become very heavy.

He really couldn't open it.

He wondered what kind of spiritual technique this was.

That Resistance soldier dragged Zhao Chi closer to the battlefield like pulling a kite.

Zhao Chi had a good view from the air and could clearly see Zhao Quan's battle.

The battlefield was littered with fallen Black Armored soldiers, their organs scattered in a gruesome mess.

In the distance was the beheaded Zhao Mu.

One Resistance soldier pointed at Zhao Mu's corpse, cursing another: "Dammit, I told you guys to be careful not to kill them. Do you know how much juice you can squeeze out of a noble? You went and finished him off in one go."

"Sorry, Captain..."

"Sorry your ass! Just wait till I deal with you. What the hell!"

"Captain, I've caught Zhao Chi."

"Zhao Chi? Which noble?"

"Not a noble, the one who just took first place in the competition."

"Shit! That's just a beginner lord, what's the damn use? Toss him aside."

"Oh... I caught him, so I get to pick the spoils first, right?"

"Get lost! Capture Zhao Quan alive!"

"Understood! Everyone, attack!"

Nearly a hundred Holy Hall Crusaders surrounded them.

Dozens of Royal Griffins circled in the sky.

Hundreds of Hellhounds also waited in reserve on the outer perimeter.

Zhao Quan sneered coldly: "Where the hell did you get so many noble-tier units? You even have Royal Griffins and Holy Hall Crusaders? Who gave them to you?"

Resistance captain Wu Zhong snorted: "That's not for you to know. You only need to know that tonight is the day you go down."

Zhao Quan snorted: "I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's my runaway slave, Wu Zhong. Truly 'no loyalty,' daring to rebel against your master."

Wu Zhong laughed: "Loyalty? Loyalty depends on the target. Who would be loyal to bloodsucking parasites like you? In a moment I'll make you spit it all back out!"

Zhao Quan talked tough: "Hmph, just you lot?"

Wu Zhong snorted: "We're more than enough. Attack!"

Zhao Quan immediately came under heavy attack.

But suddenly, out of nowhere, a blast of raging flames appeared from thin air, erupting violently with Zhao Quan at the center.

Boom! Whoosh!

Like a missile exploding, the night was instantly lit up.

Zhao Chi felt a layer of skin seared off his face.

His iron armor was scalding hot.

His hair was probably already gone... fortunately, healing or medicine could make it grow back.

But Zhao Chi was so far from the battlefield, yet still caught in the blast of such power.

The center of the battlefield...

Zhao Chi immediately looked over.

Over a dozen Royal Griffins had all their feathers burned off, flapping their bare flesh-wings, barely able to stay airborne.

The Holy Hall Crusaders were dancing.

They were too hot.

The metal armor on their bodies had turned into ovens, scalding them into constant twisting.

Hellhounds were fire-attribute magical beasts, yet many were burned to death by the flames.

The surrounding Resistance soldiers were a bit farther away and suffered lighter injuries.

But the few Resistance soldiers in the middle were killed on the spot.

"Heal, damn it!" someone roared from inside a building.

Two Resistance healers immediately treated the entire field.

"Healing? Die, all of you!"

Zhao Quan's flames surged again.

"Use Water Armor, Water Shield, everyone move in!" Wu Zhong ordered loudly.

The surrounding Resistance soldiers pressed forward, and various water-attribute spiritual techniques appeared.

Fire against water.

Waves of steam.

Zhao Chi hovered in the air, his body constantly scorched and steamed, feeling like he'd turned into a salted fish.

But he couldn't move, with nowhere to dodge.

He could only let the aftershocks of various attacks hit his body.

His breathing was a little labored.

A sweet taste rose in his throat—he must be bleeding.

Damn it…

If this keeps up, he'll die in mid-air.

Although Zhao Chi racked his brain, in this situation there was simply no move left to make.

The only remaining chance was that these rebels had no intention of killing them, but rather wanted to plunder them.

If the lord died, the territory would become a neutral territory.

Without knowing the coordinates, it would be very hard to find.

Wait for an opening…

Zhao Quan's strength was indeed formidable.

Nearly a hundred Holy Temple Crusaders had lost more than half their number.

The Royal Griffins and Hellhounds had also suffered heavy casualties.

Wu Zhong said dismissively, "No worries, we have soldiers to spare. Kill as many as you like. As long as we capture you, our losses can be recouped a hundredfold."

Zhao Quan snorted coldly, sword-light flared, and he cut down another Holy Light Crusader.

But his stamina and spiritual power were clearly running low as well.

Cracks appeared in his armor.

Wu Zhong shook his head: "Zhao Quan, stop your damn struggling. We've sealed off every one of your summoning channels. What good is struggling on your own? This is the end of the road for you."

Zhao Chi snorted: "On my own alone, I can still slaughter every last one of you trash."

Wu Zhong laughed: "Still talking tough at a time like this? Let's see how long you can keep it up. All of you, go! Capture him—I want him alive!"

The soldiers surged forward once more.

Zhao Quan's eyes blazed, and he gritted his teeth: "Capture me? You! All! Of! You! Even! Dare!?"

Zhao Quan flung off the Jin Jia on his body, flipped his longsword, and drove it straight into his own heart!

Pfft!

The longsword pierced his heart, running Zhao Quan clean through.

Blue blood sprayed out, gushing in great volume from his back.

Blue blood?

Zhao Chi stared in astonishment.

That blue blood looked very similar to spiritual power potions.

Could Zhao Quan have modified his own blood into spiritual power?

The surrounding enemy soldiers saw Zhao Huai stop attacking and instead turn his blade on himself, and they all froze in shock.