"Hoo—!" Akula let out a long breath, thinking that he had already run half the distance of a newborn world. Shouldn't he be safe now?

"Damn thing, making me look so miserable again, I swear I'll kill you!" Akula said fiercely. This time, he lost both his wife and his soldiers. The embryo of his exclusive divine weapon was destroyed. It had been nurtured for thousands of years, even delaying his path to enhancing his strength. Otherwise, he could have possibly become immortal now.

"But for now, I should rest a bit. This injury is quite severe!" The blood and soul of the exclusive divine weapon are connected to its user. The shattering of the exclusive divine weapon had a great impact on Akula.

He took out a healing item from his storage, closed his eyes, and within three minutes, Akula suddenly felt a breath approaching rapidly.

"Who's there?"

Akula looked alertly at the sky, a group of people and horses were flying towards him at this moment. It was probably due to the spatial fluctuation caused by using the teleportation crystal, as this group thought some treasure had appeared and were attracted over.

"Huh?!" Leading the group was an old man with three eyes. After looking at Akula, he immediately put on a smiling face and flew down from the sky.

"Turns out it's Young Master Akula of the Elemental Clan, I am the Three Eyes from the Six Wonders of the Holy King!"

"So it's Three Eyes!" After scanning the several people behind Three Eyes, Akula smilingly said, "These must be the famous Cripple, Double Head, Four Face, Six Ears, Eight Arms, right?"

Akula did not address them as seniors. Although these old guys were already famous for a long time, in single combat, he would definitely win.

The title of the Six Wonders of the Holy King was somewhat famous. Since they deserved the words "Holy King," these six were the outstanding individuals among the holy figures. Although they looked strange, these appearances were all achieved through some kind of divine technique.

Normally, Akula might have been a bit more polite to them if he was in a good mood, but if he was not feeling well, they wouldn't have the chance to meet him. However, his situation was not very good now, and all his men were dead. At a time like this, for the sake of his safety, Akula didn't mind "compromising," after all, nothing was more important than his own life.

And honestly speaking, the reputation of these six people outside was not a big deal to him. But he wasn't afraid either, because he had someone above him. Unless these six guys were asking for trouble, they probably wouldn't lay a hand on him.

"I have long heard of Young Master Akula's name!" Cripple, leaning on a crutch, showed a smile uglier than crying, with several terrifying centipede-like scars on his face. If a child saw them, they would probably cry in fear.

"I wonder why Young Master Akula is in such a sorry state?!" Three Eyes glanced at Akula and asked.

"It's nothing, just some scoundrels took advantage of me when I wasn't paying attention and made a sneak attack. It's nothing serious!" Akula wasn't foolish enough to tell others about his current situation, especially since these six old weirdoes couldn't be trusted.

"Is that so...?!"

As soon as Three Eyes spoke, his face suddenly changed, causing even Akula to step back simultaneously. In the place they were standing, a pitch-black spatial crack suddenly opened up, and two claws extended from it, forcefully tearing the crack open, eventually turning into a space fissure that could accommodate one person to pass through.

"Damn it! How did he manage to follow me?!" Seeing the figure coming out of the spatial crack, Akula's pupils contracted. He didn't expect Bexia to be able to travel through space to chase after him! Could it be that he had some space treasure on him?

By the way! Last time, it seemed like he used something to teleport away during the chaos storm. Could it be a spatial artifact?

"Oh! Found a few helpers so quickly?" Bexia walked out of the spatial crack and saw the Holy King Six Freaks standing next to Arkula. Naturally, he didn't know these people, but each one looked more bizarre than the next.

One had one foot large and one foot small, both the size of a cucumber, extremely deformed! Then there were two individuals with two heads, one male and one female, their bodies hidden, could they be hermaphrodites?

And then there was the most eerie one, because this person seemed to have a front face no matter which direction you looked from, the back completely invisible.

As for the remaining three, with three eyes, six ears, and eight arms, they were relatively normal, at least visually acceptable!

Bexia observed these six oddities, and they in turn observed him, sensing only the aura of an advanced saint on him, they each wore a hostile expression.

"Capture this person for me, and I will reward you handsomely!" Arkula was still eyeing whatever Bexia had on him, and these six freaks were all formidable, not falsely dubbed Holy Kings. Each one was at the pinnacle of sainthood, able to take on ten opponents solo, and they had once battled an immortal together and emerged unscathed, demonstrating their collective strength.

As for whether these six would discover Bexia's secret, that didn't matter, because he had just sent a message to his elders, confident that reinforcements would soon arrive. At the moment, he just needed to stall for time.

"Couldn't you have found some normal helpers? Recruiting a bunch of freaks!" Bexia's demeanor was off under the current circumstances, not just in his actions, but even in his words, exceedingly cutting, especially towards the Holy King Six Freaks, whose appearances resulted from practicing divine arts. Being called a freak was a sore spot for him, greatly disliking it, and those bold enough to say such things might as well grow tombstone grass over their own graves.

"Kid! Where did you come from? Were your elders not able to teach you, possibly...?"

"Sorry, but who are you freaks to pass judgment? You don't have that privilege!" Bexia furrowed his brows, extremely averse to their words, with thoughts of killing them outright.

"Then allow me to teach you a lesson!" One of the Holy King Six Freaks, a small giant, leaped towards him, weapons appearing on all eight arms, ready to attack his vitals.

"Teach me? What do you think you are?" Bexia smiled, a black warblade materializing in his hand, swirling madly as he engaged with the eight-armed freak, leaving no chance for a breakthrough in defense.

"Wow wow wow!" After a brief stalemate, the eight-armed freak felt embarrassed, originally planning to capture Bexia, but finding him unexpectedly stubborn, unable to save face any longer. With a loud cry, he began to unleash his own techniques.

"Infernal Eight-Armed God!" A massive deity statue appeared behind the eight-armed freak, merging his entire being into it, solidifying the illusion of the Infernal Eight-Armed God.

"Kid! To die beneath my Infernal Eight-Armed God, is honor enough for you!" The voice of the eight-armed freak echoed from the mouth of the colossal deity, each of its eight arms holding even more weapons than before!