A strange connection arose in Sovereign's mind, as if the monstrous monster was not a creature that appeared out of thin air, but a part of his own body. But the situation before him did not allow him to think about it, because the four Kujitan figures on the opposite side were rushing towards him with spears in hand, and one of them even jumped high and smashed into the monster in the field with the sound of the howling wind.

Sovereign scolded secretly, subconsciously wanting to raise his arm to block, but he didn't expect that the monster really seemed to be controlled by himself, and immediately raised his arm. The sound of metal and masonry rubbing resounded throughout the hall, and the bronze spear grazed the monster's shoulder, and before Solveland could react, the figure that fell from the sky pressed its knee against the monster's chest, and the huge force knocked it back a few steps, and a cloud of broken dust exploded on its chest.

The same blow was reflected in Soveland, a strong feeling of suffocation and a sharp pain that almost made him faint. "Damn! It's really not just about control...... "This monster is my blood puppet, and if it dies, I'm afraid I'll be buried with it!" Thinking of this, Sovereign immediately pulled together his energy and fixed his eyes firmly on the battle situation in the field.

Before the monster could stand still, the spears of the other three figures stabbed in front of their eyes, and they rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the attack. The glittering spear pierced the ground with great force, and the sharp sound brought out a deep scratch.

The figure that had jumped up before caught up again, waving the spear in his hand, drawing two flickering arcs of light beside him, and the arc of light was like a serpent's letter, and every time it trembled, it brought a touch of danger. Suddenly, all the false moves disappeared in front of his eyes, and the sharp spear tip shook directly into the monster's thigh.

Sovereign was startled, and immediately manipulated the monster to retreat, as if he had long expected the other party's strategy, the spear that had pierced the air quickly ejected and retracted, and the figure turned around in a reflexive circle on the spot, and the spear held in one hand drew a brilliant circle of light beside it, and with the huge inertia, it drew in the direction of the monster's shoulder.

There was a loud "snap", and the violent force even bounced the spear on the shoulder again, shaking out a distorted brilliance in the air. With the flying stone chips, the clothes on Soveland's right shoulder were torn to shreds, and a hideous cut appeared there, and the whole arm seemed to lose consciousness.

Clenching his gums, Soveland's eyes burned with the fiercest determination. "It's my turn!" he roared, as the monster reached out and grabbed the spear that was still in the air, and with a sharp slam it pulled the figure towards him. The next moment, a raindrop of fists smashed into the figure's head with a piercing roar.

"Bang ......" The fist of stone bricks slammed into the statue's raised arms like a storm, and the rising dust continued to explode in the temple with a huge crashing sound, as if the whole world was trembling and making a broken trill.

At this moment, Soveland's attack changed, and the monster's fist suddenly struck the flank of the figure, and before the other party could react, the sudden blow made its waist sink, revealing a larger gap. "Die!" Sovereign roared, using all his strength to direct the monster to deliver an uppercut.

The fist pierced through the gap in the defenses, and a palpitating thud exploded from the figure's jaws, as if its entire body trembled. After that, a hideous crack broke open on the figure's cheek, and dust gushed out of it like blood.

The reversal of attack and defense took place almost instantly, and the other three spears were already stabbing from behind, and Sovereign suddenly commanded the monster to hook the figure's neck, and turned sharply to block it in front of him. There was a series of cacophony of grinding sounds, and the spear stabbed into the figure's body, and Sovereign dodged a mortal blow. Almost at the same time, the figure in the monster's arms showed a large crack, and the "peng" exploded into countless broken stones.

The monster grabbed the dead figure's spear in the air and swung it vigorously in front of him, temporarily forcing back the other three figures besieging him. The small space was fleeting, and the monster suddenly roared and threw its spear in its hand, flying towards one of the figures.

Soveland's plan was clear, and if it was a head-on confrontation, he would hardly have any chance of winning. Only at the moment when the offense and defense are switched, waiting for the opportunity to break the opponent one by one can have a chance to live.

In the face of the spear that came from the lightning, the "Jungle Warrior of Kujitan" quickly reacted most appropriately, and the spear in his hand slammed outward, and the spear spun in the air and flew upside down, and finally nailed to a stone pillar in the distance, and the vulture's trembling body was still venting its unlost power.

But Soveran's offensive didn't end there, and under his command, the monster was striding down on the figure. The sensation of the impact made Solweran tremble, as if all the bones were about to fall apart. And the two huge figures on the battlefield have rolled together.

Tearing, roaring, punching to the flesh, Soveran could no longer care about the other two figures who kept chasing after him behind him, he could feel the stinging pain coming from his back, it was a jagged spearhead, and all that was left in his eyes was the madness of a desperate battle, and the opponent he caught must be completely defeated.

The huge fist landed on the figure's face with a roar of rage, and the other party struggled to break free from the almost fatal entanglement, and just as it finally had a chance to get back up, it found that its ankle was being carried by the monster controlled by Soveland.

A fierce wind resounded across the battlefield, and the monster spun and picked up the figure, and at last was thrown far away at the roar of Essaouiran, rolling and breaking several stone pillars before shattering into stones that could no longer stand up.

Sovereign was completely out of strength, and he knelt on the ground in front of the obelisk, gasping for breath for life. His right hand was bloodless, but the dark purple gem had no intention of stopping, and the crimson blood still flowed from the palm of his hand, supporting the battle to the death.

"Be careful!" Gadore suddenly shouted loudly from behind.

Before Sawylan could raise his head, a tingling pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow made him drenched in sweat. A black spiral appeared on his left shoulder, shattering the skin, and then a bloody arrow erupted from the wound, and a strange force pierced his shoulder. On the battlefield, one of the figures took advantage of Soveland's loss of strength to pierce the monster's shoulder with a spear.

At this moment, the monster was clutching the spear and being pushed backwards by the human figure. "You want me to die here?!, you're dreaming!" roared Soveland's eyes red. As if hearing the call, the monster suddenly let go of its arms and let the spear pass through its shoulder. As if his body had been torn apart inch by inch, Sovereign twitched and propped his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling like this.

The monster's fists slammed into the air, and then smashed down hard, and with a "bang", the statue's arms snapped, and the two severed hands let go of the spear as if they had lost their lives, and fell to the ground and shattered.

At the moment when the figure was stunned, the monster roared, raised its foot and kicked it on the chest, and soon, the two embarrassed figures collided together. "Ahhhhh......h

The temple shook with the thud of the land, the monster's legs crushed large swaths of stone bricks, and the brass spear pierced the chests of the two figures, nailing them to the ground. The stone arm waved in the air, struggling, but soon drooped down, standing still, shattering into a pile of gray stones with a wave of air blasting all around.

"Knot...... Is it over?......" asked Gadore, trembling.

The obelisk next to the clearing suddenly dimmed, and the veins slowly contracted until they vanished. Sovilan's right hand finally left the sharp corner of the gem, smearing a blinding trail of blood on the snow-white stone wall.

At this moment, the entire obelisk suddenly sank downward, and a low sound came from the depths of the temple, and the remains of the human figures scattered on the ground seemed to be completely shattered by this loud noise, and instantly turned into soft fine sand.

The sand flowed and gathered together, swirling on the ground to form a huge whirlpool, and then rising into the sky, reconverging into a new portrait in front of the narrative relief. Scattered on the ground, along with spears stuck in stone pillars, they were suddenly dragged and flew away, returning to their owners' hands.

The monster standing in the arena was like a puppet with a broken string, and it sat down on the ground with a heavy slump, its crimson eyes flickering and losing its original luster. In an instant, its body fell apart, dismantled into large stone bricks that fell from the sky and reassembled into smooth ground.

Everything in front of me was restored to its original state, as if nothing had happened, except for the scratches left by the spears on the ground, and a few collapsed stone pillars that told the horror of the battle just now.

Sovereign lay limply on the ground, soaked in blood, squinting at the obelisk in front of him, waiting for the final verdict. Sure enough, the unrecognizable lines of ancient words slowly fused together, forming a drop of vivid red, which slowly sank into the snow-white stone tablet.

Suddenly, a scarlet beam of light was projected from the top of the obelisk, striking straight into the center of the narrative relief. With a loud rumbling sound, the entire wall sank downward, revealing a black space like the mouth of a giant beast, and the four jungle warrior figures turned around and stepped aside.

Purple flames danced and bloomed in the darkness, and the continuous lighting of torches on the walls illuminated the path ahead like street lamps at night—a wide walkway that descended slowly appeared at the end of the sight.

Sovereign smiled, smiling merrily, and though the pain in his heart made his smile a little hideous, he knew he had done it.

Gadore held his sword and looked at Soveran in a pool of blood with a complicated expression. "You know, if fate hadn't taken everything from you......," he said, "maybe you'd be a great king......