Elven cultivators

Chapter 105 Information Gap

Using the power of mutual generation as a guide and the five camps of divine soldiers as a foundation, the power of the five elements of heaven and earth is transformed into one's own.

Life goes on endlessly, in a continuous cycle.

Those who enter the formation are like those who have fallen into a quagmire; the more they struggle, the deeper they sink.

This is the Five Elements Formation.

Not far away, Bazel and his three companions were already dumbfounded.

They had already given up hope of fighting and were even prepared to fight to the death.

But who would have thought that Canglan had such a trump card?

"What...what is this?"

Vaughn’s three heads simultaneously stammered out.

No one answered this question.

The other three were also stunned, speechless.

They had seen many alchemical golems, but none of them had ever seen such a peculiar type as the one before them.

These strangely shaped alchemical golems, judging from their demonstrated combat power, are only at the peak of the Silver rank.

Under normal circumstances, he couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Marcus.

But they were simply arranged in a strange military formation, and they actually managed to withstand Marcus's offensive head-on!

They even trapped him inside, making it difficult for him to break free!

This is absolutely unbelievable!

On the other side, Anton remained calm.

He knew very well that the Five Elements Formation, composed of 125 battalions of divine soldiers, was not enough to completely suppress Marcus.

The latter was encountering the Five Elements Formation for the first time and was completely bewildered, which is why he was trapped inside, struggling left and right, looking rather disheveled.

Once he has circled the formation a few more times and figured out the patterns and key points of the Five Elements Formation, he will surely be able to break through the formation.

To suppress the Golden Peak, the number of the Five Battalions of Divine Soldiers would need to be multiplied by five.

Fortunately, Anton had other trump cards up his sleeve.

The silver-white sword light returned to Anton's front at some point, paused slightly, then suddenly split in two, and then with another flicker, split into four again.

The four sword lights, like four silver dragons, tumbled and coiled in the air, emitting clear and melodious sword sounds.

"go."

Anton whispered.

Four sword lights, like thunderbolts splitting the sky, attacked Marcus simultaneously from four directions.

Marcus, who was racking his brains for a way to break through, suddenly felt an even more intense sense of crisis approaching.

He suddenly turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he quickly caught sight of four sword lights tearing through the air and attacking. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his sword to block them.

Ding ding ding ding!

Four crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously, and sparks flew like fireworks.

The power of the sword light remained unchanged, but the number of sword lights increased from one to four, instantly doubling the pressure on Marcus.

He struggled to block the first two sword strikes, but the third one grazed his ribs, shattering his scales and splattering blood.

Immediately afterwards, a fourth sword light swept across his shoulder, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone, from which scalding blood gushed out.

Marcus grunted, staggered backward, his vertical pupils filled with shock and anger.

He's injured!

He, a powerful expert at the peak of the Gold Realm who had awakened the power of laws, was actually injured by a guy who hadn't even comprehended the laws!

Scott and his four companions, who were watching from the sidelines, were dumbfounded, their mouths agape enough to fit a fist.

What did they see?

Not only did Canglan withstand the attacks of the Golden Peak for so long without a scratch, but now he has even managed to injure his opponent?

"Am I dreaming...?" Vaughn muttered to himself on the left side of his head.

"I feel like I'm dreaming," the person in the middle echoed.

"So are we dreaming or not?" The right head looked completely bewildered.

Scott and Summers ignored the clown, their eyes glued to the battlefield, afraid of missing a single detail.

Both of their faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

Chi Chi!

Four sword lights crisscrossed the formation, constantly attacking Marcus from all directions.

The latter was already struggling under the suppression of the Five Elements Formation, and now with the addition of four strange and unpredictable sword lights, it became even more clumsy and in a sorry state.

In just a short time, he had seven or eight wounds on his body.

Although none of the injuries were fatal, the feeling of being suppressed was more unbearable for him than any serious injury.

"This can't go on any longer."

Marcus gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

If this drags on any longer, his physical strength and magical power will be completely exhausted. At that point, he will truly become a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

We must get closer to Canglan!

He was absolutely confident that he could take down the guy who only attacked from behind as soon as he got within five meters!

We'll pay any price!

Thinking of this, Marcus took a deep breath, let out a low shout, and instantly a mist of blood burst forth from his body.

The blood mist condensed in mid-air without dissipating, quickly gathering into a large expanse of scarlet flames that swept outwards like a torrent.

The five battalions of divine soldiers around them had no time to dodge and were instantly engulfed by the raging blood flames, making a hissing sound, and melting away quickly like snow being poured with boiling water.

In just a moment, forty or fifty soldiers from the Fifth Battalion disappeared.

The Five Elements Formation, which had been functioning smoothly, collapsed instantly.

But Marcus's situation isn't much better.

After the blood flames dissipated, his face was as pale as paper, the blazing red light on his body dimmed considerably, and his once steady breathing became rapid and disordered.

The price he paid for forcibly enhancing the power of the laws with his essence and blood was something even a peak-level Gold Saint like him could hardly bear.

He would never resort to such a desperate move unless it was a matter of life and death.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Marcus suddenly lunged forward, rushing towards Anton.

Without the obstruction of the Five Elements Formation, he encountered no further hindrance this time and instantly reached Anton's side.

At the tip of the sword, crimson light rapidly condensed, like a miniature sun.

This sword strike embodied all his power at that moment.

"die!"

Marcus roared, his longsword flashing with a blinding red light as he thrust it fiercely toward Anton's chest.

Wherever the sword passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp shriek, and even the light seemed to be swallowed up.

However, the next moment, the sneer on Marcus's face froze.

clang!

A dull, metallic clang rang out.

The longsword was blocked by a layer of crimson-gold light barrier less than half a meter from Anton's chest.

It was a thin, translucent light curtain, with a semi-transparent, ethereal texture. Flame patterns could be faintly seen flowing within it at the edges, like lava surging inside glass.

The light screen trembled slightly, rippling out in circles of crimson gold, before returning to normal.

Marcus's full-force sword strike only left a ripple on the light screen, failing to even cleave a crack.

His pupils contracted sharply, his vertical pupils filled with horror and disbelief.

Scott and the other three, who were standing nearby, had all changed their expressions when they saw Marcus suddenly burst out, break the Five Elements Formation, and attack Anton. They thought to themselves that things were going badly.

Who would have thought that Anton would actually block Marcus's surprise attack?

Looking at the layer of crimson-gold light, a thought flashed through the minds of the four of them simultaneously.

Extraordinary magical equipment!

Anton looked calmly at the longsword before him, his gaze falling on the flaming bead embedded in the hilt.

The battle against the Rockhorn Dragon proved that the Fire Shield was enough to withstand the full-force attack of a Gold-ranked Dragon.

Moreover, his cultivation level is now higher than it was then, and the power of the Fire Shield has also increased accordingly.

If Marcus hadn't also possessed a transcendent-level magical longsword, he probably wouldn't have even been able to create ripples in the Blazing Fire.

Anton sighed inwardly.

Simultaneously controlling four sword lights is incredibly powerful, but the energy consumption is also astonishingly high.

If Marcus doesn't risk breaking through the Five Elements Formation at great cost and instead continues to drag things out, it won't be long before his true energy is nearly exhausted, at which point he'll have no choice but to use sword escape to flee.

But now...

Ultimately, it all comes down to information asymmetry.

Anton's gaze swept calmly across Marcus's pale face, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

Chi Chi!

Four streaks of silver-white sword light struck again, forcing Marcus back.

Anton waved his command flag and recalled the remaining five battalions of divine soldiers.

The remaining five battalions of divine soldiers could only form a Five Elements Formation of twenty-five people at most, and their power was far less than before, so they no longer posed a great threat to Marcus.

There's no need to waste any more.

Fortunately, even without the five battalions of divine soldiers, they are still enough to deal with Marcus now.

Surrounded by four lightning-fast and incomparably sharp sword lights, Marcus was left with no choice but to be beaten.

The burst of burning essence and blood placed a tremendous burden on his body.

He is currently depleted of vital energy and blood, and his magic power has been largely consumed, making it difficult for him to even maintain the Blood Burning Law.

I originally thought that paying such a high price would be enough to kill Canglan, but I didn't expect that the other party would actually have a super-level defensive equipment hidden on him.

This near-miss was unacceptable to Marcus.

A strong sense of resentment and anger welled up in his heart.

But reality is right in front of us.

He couldn't break through that layer of crimson-gold light barrier, and he was even struggling to withstand the onslaught of sword light.

As time went by, Marcus's injuries gradually accumulated.

His movements became slower and slower, and his blocking became increasingly difficult.

Fresh blood gushed out from between the scales, staining the ground beneath their feet dark red.

He could feel his life slipping away bit by bit.

The four sword lights remained as fast as lightning, tirelessly weaving and dancing.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Marcus's heart.

He was not reconciled.

Having finally awakened the power of the laws and broken through to the peak of the gold realm, before he could even return to Dragon City to hold his head high, he was about to die in this desolate canyon.

He was really unwilling to accept it!

But reality won't change because of his unwillingness.

Marcus's body stiffened abruptly as another sword flashed through his chest.

He looked down at the fist-sized blood hole in his chest, and the light in his vertical pupils dimmed rapidly.

"you……"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed to utter a muffled breath.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin.

Four sword lights attacked simultaneously, piercing his body from different angles.

Blood splattered, Marcus swayed a few times, and finally collapsed to the ground.

The longsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Hot blood seeped from beneath him, staining the gray volcanic ash and debris a shocking dark red.

The crimson dragon flame bead on the sword hilt emitted a faint glow amidst the pool of blood.

Scott and his three companions stared blankly at the scene, their mouths agape, unable to recover for a long time.