Some people already recognized these masters. There were masters such as [Son of Wind] Torres, [Destructive Finger] Cech, [Tornado Fast Saber] Robbin, and [Desperation Creator] Oleg who had made appearances during the competition among the affiliated kingdoms. There were also masters who were new to people not from Chambord, and they were people such as young Priest Jessie and a few white-haired senior Moon-Class Elites.

  These people didn’t participate in the battle, but they were stood in the sky and watched.

  Their powerful auras and their ability to stand in the air told others their strength and their stance; they were all masters on the side of Zenit.

  Gradually, the situation was turning to an angle which no one had anticipated before.

  At least in terms of the number of masters, the Zenit Empire was no longer at a disadvantage.

  Also, even the ordinary soldiers could tell that the Gold Saints of Chambord who were participating in this messy and grand battle were winning despite their numbers disadvantage. Especially that golden-lion-like, middle-aged man, he was invincible in this battle! No one could last one round against his fists!

  “How is this happening?”


  In a flash, fewer than seven Moon-Class Elites who came with D’Alessandro were still alive. They were now terrified, and they didn’t want to battle anymore.

  “This is f*cked! Didn’t the report say that the Zenitians don’t have more Moon-Class Elites? How come there are so many of them? Also, they are all ferocious…… If we knew this is the case, we wouldn’t have come here even with D’Alessandro!”


  “Save me……”


  A Moon-Class Elite screamed.

  He used all of his strength and finally got out of the battle. While he dashed toward D’Alessandro, a lightning bolt caught up with him, and Lampard’s Lightning Speed Fist eliminated this opponent who had lost his arrogance.

  As energy flames flashed in the sky, the other five Moon-Class Elites who survived until now tried to escape with blood all over their bodies. As if they were having nightmares, their faces paled, and they were terrified. In fact, they were so rattled that one of them lost the sense of direction and dashed into St. Petersburg.

  Cheers and laughter sounded on the defense wall again-

  Further away in the sky-

  D’Alessandro’s face turned dark; he didn’t understand why such a little level 1 empire suddenly revealed such powerful strength; this was against all common sense.

  Aside from the other hidden strength and history, just the power that Zenit demonstrated right now could make it into a level 5 or level 6 empire.

  Especially those Moon-Class Elites with golden armor; they obtained lost combat techniques from the Mythical Era, and the strange phenomenon that appeared when they summoned their armor shocked D’Alessandro to his core. These masters couldn’t be counted as Moon-Class Elites anymore, and they had traces of godly power in them, which was the most terrifying part.

  “These people shouldn’t be Zenitians. But, which force are they from? How could they have such powerful masters? Why is this force getting involved in the conflict between Zenit and me? Is this force trying to go against the Continental Martial Saint Mountain?”


  With his guard up, D’Alessandro slowly unleashed his strength and got closer to St. Petersburg. Also, he raised his voice and asked, “Who are you? How dare you get involved in the business of our Continental Martial Saint Mountain? Are you trying to become enemy with my master, Maradona?”