It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 763 Desperate Situation?

New York City near the coast!

The patrol ship drifted aimlessly in the night wind. Dorgon stood on the deck, hands behind his back, with a six-meter-tall giant egg beside him.

His expressionless face was hard to tell whether he was serious or indifferent, and his gaze was fixed on one direction.

This distance is perfect; if anything changes on the battlefield ahead, he can arrive in time to provide support without straying too far from the sea.

A dozen minutes later, the captain rushed out of the bridge and shouted, "Sir, radar has detected a high-energy life form."

High-energy life form is used to describe a master of extreme martial arts.

A few minutes later, Dorgon saw a motorboat coming, cutting through the waves.

The driver was a girl who looked like a high school student. The sea breeze tousled her hair, and her beautiful, fair face had an unparalleled charm in the shimmering light of the waves.

She was like a female general charging alone into battle, leading a massive army.

Or perhaps she was a Valkyrie under Odin, brave and skilled in battle, capable of routing a thousand armies.

Unparalleled throughout history, an unmatched fighting spirit.

The Valkyrie soared through the air and landed steadily on the deck, facing Dorgon from afar.

Dorgon looked at the killing machine he had personally created, and smiled calmly: "You've come!"

"I knew you would come. If it had to be a matter of life and death, a decisive battle, you would choose me as your opponent. This is my karma, so I have been waiting for you."

"Waiting to die?" Grandma raised an eyebrow.

Dorgon laughed wildly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Peerless Warrior, do you think you can be my match with your fighting strength?"

"I have returned to the pinnacle of the ultimate path. I stand tall above the vast ocean, with heaven and earth at my command. What can you possibly use to fight me?"

Grandma wasn't one to waste words. She flashed in and out of sight, pounced on Dorgon, pressed a hand on his forehead, and pushed him against the bulkhead behind him.

Thud...creak...

The metal bulkheads made a sickening sound, and the entire cabin looked like a soda can that had been squeezed flat.

Dorgon, trapped deep within the metal bulkhead, was unharmed and laughed contemptuously: "Pathetic."

A straight punch landed on the abdomen of the Peerless Warrior.

Grandma's body was bent like a bow, and she flew backward like a cannonball.

Just as she managed to stop her momentum mid-air, Dorgon appeared behind her like a ghost and delivered another straight punch to the back of her head.

Grandma's figure suddenly became transparent, less real, as a talisman burned.

Substitute Talisman!

She also appeared behind Dorgon, clenched her fists together, and punched out forcefully.

Dorgon turned around and delivered an elbow strike, hitting his great-grandmother's wrist squarely. "Thud!" Despite her warrior spirit being no different from an ordinary person, her wrist bone suffered a comminuted fracture, which healed in an instant.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in mid-air, each collision generating a gale and causing the sea to surge and the patrol ship to bob up and down.

Inside the ship's cabin, the sailors crouched on the ground, heads in their hands, unable to move, as if facing the end of the world.

Despite his overwhelming fear, the captain started the ship and attempted to escape.

Bang!

The patrol vessel had just started up when, in the next moment, it seemed to have suffered some kind of heavy blow. The draft instantly reached the deck level, and seawater flooded over the deck and into the cabin.

The propulsion system collapsed, and blinding sparks erupted from the instrument panel inside the bridge.

That was Dorgon smashing down the Peerless Battle Spirit, aiming it at the patrol ship that was trying to desert.

Grandma coughed up blood, nonchalantly wiped it away with her hand, got up, and lightly scolded, "Thunder Magic!"

The free-floating ions in the air instantly boiled, thunderclouds rolled, and bolts of lightning struck down one after another.

Grandma opened her arms and pointed at Dorgon.

Her proudest achievement is the Thunder Magic.

It can kill those who reach the highest level.

A thick, twisted, tree-shaped bolt of lightning cleaved down from the churning clouds, striking Dorgon directly.

However, instead of killing the enemy, the lightning gathered and accumulated power on the horns above Dorgon's head, and then struck his great-grandmother.

Her delicate body stiffened instantly, her skin steaming with black smoke and covered in scorch marks.

Lightning was originally one of Dorgon's powers, and this part of the power was originally left in the Black Dragon's body.

There are almost no people in the world who can defeat Birafa.

Taking advantage of his great-grandmother's stiffness and paralysis, Dorgon swooped down and rammed his head into her arms, the forked horns piercing through her chest.

With a flick of its head, the dragon's head sent the great-grandmother flying, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

"Too weak, too weak. You're not even worth my attention right now," Dorgon lamented. "The biggest drawback of the Peerless Battle Soul is its limitation based on the successor's realm. You're not even at the peak of the Ultimate Path; how can you fight me?"

"I didn't even use my water-based abilities."

......

On the other side, the battle between the wolves and the tiger reached its climax. Baker Richardson, the tiger, maneuvered among the wolves, killing them one after another and leaving them severely wounded.

For a tiger, being bitten by a wolf's fangs occasionally is not painful and can be healed in an instant. Only those three troublesome creatures need to be watched out for.

But for a pack of wolves, a tiger's random pounce could be fatal; the margin for error is too low.

Furthermore, Li Xianyu's blood medicine played a crucial role.

They absorb the blood drug, not by injection. There is no time for them to inject the blood drug. The blood drug is sealed in capsules, hidden under the tongue, hidden in the stomach, and wrapped in biological fats that are not easily digested.

Until these hidden blood potions are exhausted, they are all immortal, as long as their heads are not removed by Baker Richardson.

While the Dragon Knight and Blood Knight were engaged with Baker Richardson, the berserk giant Abstinence attacked from behind and grabbed the three-meter-tall Baker Richardson.

"Roar!" In his frenzy, Abstinence had long lost the ability to speak, and he urged his companions on with a roar.

The sound of exploding energy was like the roar of an engine. Li Xianyu, Qin Ze, and Li Peiyun attacked simultaneously. Qin Ze, the master of the extreme path, faced them head-on, while Li Peiyun and Li Xianyu attacked from the side. Three dazzling white streaks flashed across the night sky.

Baker Richardson threw Jiese with an over-the-shoulder throw, sending Qin Ze, who was charging at him head-on, flying.

Then, he struck Li Xianyu on the left and Li Peiyun on the right, his movements as fast as a blur. With two loud bangs, the little Lis were sent flying backward, spitting blood.

The three knights of the Papacy immediately followed up with their attacks, and Leonid followed suit as well; this was a coordination they had honed in a short period of time.

Attacks must be launched in waves, with mutual support and containment of the enemy.

Because if the enemy is given too much time to maneuver, they could be killed at any moment.

The three knights and Leonid did not linger in battle. After harassing the enemy, they immediately retreated and rejoined Qin Ze and the others.

"Is this what Baker Richardson is after, that he's become an enemy of your Baoze?" Leonid gasped for breath, his eyes split open, blood staining half his face, making him look like a desperate demon.

The Blood Knight sneered, "Scared?"

Leonid spat, "Fuck, what's there to be afraid of? To be able to fight against a peak expert is worth dying for. Anyway, before my uncle died, I promised him revenge. If I can't get revenge, then I'll sacrifice myself."

Li Xianyu glanced at his comrades around him without showing any emotion. Apart from Qin Ze, the others were all experiencing varying degrees of spasms, not from fear or trembling, but from exhaustion.

Just like an ordinary person who is overworked, their arm may spasm slightly.

On the other hand, Baker Richardson had four wounds on his body, the deepest and longest of which was on his chest, where Qin Ze had slashed him.

The other three wounds were on the arm, thigh, and back, respectively. The wounds were unharmed, a testament to Li Peiyun and Li Xianyu's achievements.

These wounds burned with a faint white light, unable to heal, and continued to bleed.

However, for a ruler with strong vitality, even if these wounds cannot be healed, they are only minor injuries.

No, we can't win... Li Xianyu's extensive experience with the Overlord told him that the outcome of this battle was slim.

Our side is showing signs of fatigue, while the enemy is full of energy.

In fact, the lineup is already exaggerated enough, with eight half-step extreme masters who are proficient in combined attacks. You should know that three peak half-step extreme masters working together can fight to the death with ordinary extreme masters.

Five seasoned yakuza are enough.

There are currently eight of them, plus Qin Ze from the Extreme Path.

However, he was still no match for Baker Richardson, who was at the pinnacle of Yakuza martial arts.

"Salted Fish, do you want to enter the ultimate path?" Hua Yang's stepmother whispered in her mind's eye.

"...I don't want to." Li Xianyu paused for a few seconds before giving his answer, then said in a slightly agitated, chauvinistic tone, "I'm fighting, stepmother, don't say anything. This is a man's battlefield; women have no right to interrupt."

Hua Yang said softly, "Your father wouldn't dare say that to me..."

She sighed softly and, as expected, stopped talking.

Li Xianyu took a deep breath.

Baker Richardson is at the pinnacle of the ultimate path, which means that after merging with the remains, he did not create an incarnation. Although he is troublesome, it is a good thing. As long as his main body is killed, he can be completely eliminated.

"To win, we need another expert among the eight of us to reach the pinnacle of power," Qin Ze said.

The powerful figures in the bloodline world exchanged bewildered glances. Leonid sighed, "I can't do it. My 'qi' is far stronger than my spirit, and I haven't found the opportunity to unify the three."

After saying that, he looked hopefully at the Dragon Knight and the Blood Knight.

The two best buddies exchanged a glance, and the Dragon Knight said, "Having just gone through this battle, my spirit and energy have been greatly tempered. I feel like I'm about to step into the ultimate path."

The Blood Knight nodded: "I'm fired up too."

Qin Ze chuckled and said, "I've had this feeling for two years now."

"....."

There's not much hope then. If the Dragon Knight and Blood Knight can't break through and reach the ultimate level in battle, then there's even less hope for the others.

Pes is a fallen angel, born at the peak of her power, her path of cultivation severed, and she has yet to find her direction. Fallen angels are artificial creations, defying the laws of nature, with very few precedents, and they possess a mature cultivation system.

"I..." Li Xianyu said.

The eight people around him all leaned back in a tactical manner.

Li Peiyun's voice trembled: "You...you...you're about to enter the ultimate path?"

"No, I mean I might have a way, but I need you to buy me some time," Li Xianyu said.

"How long?" Qin Ze frowned.

"Ten minutes, yes, ten minutes is enough."

For everyone present, ten minutes could mean teetering on the edge of life and death, walking a tightrope where death could come at any moment.

Qin Ze thought for a moment and nodded: "You go, I'm the best, I'll handle it."

If I can survive these ten minutes, the points I earn will make me laugh for three years...

He received a new task: to shoulder the heavy responsibility alone!

"Take care!" The concrete ground beneath Li Xianyu's feet exploded with a 'bang,' and he dashed away like a rocket.

"They called for reinforcements?" Baker Richardson let him leave, not believing that Li Xianyu, a mere half-step extreme cultivator, could change the course of the battle.

As for reinforcements, the Peerless Warrior Soul is barely able to protect itself and is unlikely to appear here.

The absence of Li Xianyu is a good thing for Chairman Baker.

Ten minutes later, how many people will be alive?

(End of this chapter)