Elven cultivators

The outskirts of Silvermoon Forest.

More than a hundred figures rushed in, charging into the battlefield with unstoppable momentum.

The dozens of soldiers from the Fifth Battalion who were blocking the way were instantly torn into pieces by concentrated fire, and the debris was scattered all over the ground.

Before they could make another move, countless green vines surged in from all directions.

Those figures, not wanting to be trapped, immediately withdrew and stopped at the boundary line that the green vines could not reach.

The six consuls, led by Aurelion, stared coldly at the blue light screen, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Behind them were hundreds of pure-blooded dragonborn officers.

More than a hundred terrifying auras of the Gold Rank were released without reservation, converging into a suffocating sense of oppression that weighed heavily on the hearts of every elf on the battlefield.

But the next moment, an equally massive aura swept out from the depths of the forest, crashing head-on into the oppressive aura opposite.

Two invisible forces collided in the void, stirring up visible ripples of distortion that threw the air between them into chaos.

One by one, figures emerged from the depths of the forest.

The leader was none other than Reinard, the Great Elder of the Silvermoon Clan.

Behind him, Second Elder Axel Silvermoon, Elena, Roman, Eleanor... all the gold-tier combatants of the Silvermoon Clan were present.

Standing beside them were a group of members of the Meteor Dragon Society.

Zig, Summers, Scott, Bazel, Vaughn... a total of fifteen people.

Without exception, they were all of Gold-tier combat strength.

Upon seeing Sieg, Orion's expression darkened for a moment, but a cold, mocking look quickly surfaced.

"The people from the Meteor Dragon Society have indeed arrived."

"Zig, you got away with it last time, you're lucky."

"But this time, you won't have that kind of good luck."

Sieg's expression remained unchanged as he met Aurion's gaze and calmly said, "You should worry about yourself first."

"I've heard that your city lord has a terrible temper. Once he recovers from his injuries, he might take it out on you first."

The officials, whose inner anxieties had been exposed, instantly turned pale, but their eyes, when they looked at each other, burned with even more murderous intent.

Without further ado, Aurelion immediately let out a cold shout.

"Kill them."

The moment the words fell, the high-level combatants from Dragon City attacked simultaneously.

The Silvermoon Clan and the Fallen Dragon Society members also rushed forward without hesitation.

The battle erupted instantly!

Aurion, arrogant by nature, didn't even glance at Sieg, whom he had once defeated, and sped straight toward the Grand Elder.

A layer of grayish-brown halo instantly enveloped him.

The halo wasn't bright, but it gave people a sense of oppressive heaviness, as heavy as a mountain.

With just a single swipe of its claw, one could feel a heavy, oppressive force, as if mountains were collapsing down upon them.

The elder's expression was solemn. With a slight push of his foot, countless thorns burst forth from the ground and rushed towards Orion, crashing into his claws.

In an instant, the air emitted a muffled explosion, the thorns shattered into countless fragments, and an invisible shockwave spread out from the point of impact. The ground was shaken open by the aftershocks, with spiderweb-like cracks appearing, and the rubble tumbling and bouncing in the shockwave.

Orion's charging figure was momentarily halted as a result.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the elder waved his hand, and more thorns sprouted from the ground, surrounding Orion from all directions.

As the highest governor of Crestor City, Orion's strength is well known.

The power of law he awakened was the power of rock, a secondary law of earth elemental power.

This law can transform one's own magic power into energy of the same nature as rock, greatly enhancing the body's defense and the impact of attacks.

Despite being only a lower-level law, Orion has been at the peak of the Gold level for hundreds of years, and his control and understanding of the power of stone and rock far surpasses that of most peak Gold levels.

Even the Grand Elder dared not relax in the slightest when fighting against such an opponent, let alone allow the opponent to get close.

Thorns entwined him, and vines danced around him like living things, weaving a dense, impenetrable protective net.

Every time the thorns were shattered by Aurelion's fist, they would grow back in the next moment, layer upon layer, seemingly endless.

The two fought fiercely, using strength against gentleness and power against resilience, resulting in a close and evenly matched battle.

On the other side, the confrontation between the Second Elder and Walto was much quieter.

Both were at the peak of their golden age, but their attacks didn't have much of a dramatic impact.

The Second Elder's Wind Feather Escape technique emphasizes perception and agility, and he is not good at direct confrontation.

Walto's awakened Lightness Law is also characterized by speed.

The two seemed to be testing each other, touching briefly and then withdrawing, neither rashly putting all their strength into it.

Hector had intended to deal with the third elder of the Silvermoon Clan, but before he could make a move, a cold-faced elf blocked his way.

Upon seeing the face opposite him, Hector's face revealed a disdainful sneer.

Cedric.

He knew this guy.

Captain of the Silvermoon Clan Forest Guard, a mid-ranking Gold Warrior.

A mere mid-tier gold player dares to intercept him all by himself; he's simply overestimating himself!

To deal with such ants, there's not even a need to use the power of laws.

Hector casually swung his sword, intending to finish off this ungrateful fellow before moving on to find his next target.

Facing the incoming blade, Cedric remained indifferent and swung his sword in return.

The two longswords clashed heavily in the void, without sparks flying. Even the sound seemed to be swallowed up and disappeared by something. Only a visible distortion suddenly appeared from the point of impact.

Hector's expression changed drastically; he instantly sensed something was wrong.

What came from the sword was not the recoil from the collision of magic, but a more brutal and primal power.

The force was like a mountain collapsing, so heavy that his wrists went numb and his tiger's mouth throbbed with pain.

He instinctively tried to unleash the power of the laws to counterattack, but it was too late.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure descended from nowhere, enveloping his entire body.

Hector felt as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on him, his bones creaking, the air in his chest being squeezed out bit by bit, making it difficult to breathe.

His movements faltered instantly, and even lifting his sword became difficult.

Although he quickly countered the suppression with the power of the laws, in that instant, Cedric had already swung his sword toward his neck.

At the critical moment, Hector only had time to slightly turn his body.

The blade grazed his neck, slicing off several scales and creating a cloud of blood mist, before slashing hard across his left shoulder.

Scales shattered, and blood splattered.

Hector groaned and staggered backward, his left arm hanging limply at his side, blood flowing down his arm armor and staining the ground beneath his feet dark red.

His left arm was almost ruined.

Pain and rage surged through him simultaneously. Hector abruptly activated the power of the laws, and an invisible force field spread outwards from him, enveloping Cedric.

An invisible pressure, like a mountain collapsing, crushed the pebbles on the ground into dust, and even created a shallow, round pit in the soil beneath Cedric's feet.

His body paused slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. His blood and qi surged throughout his body, and his muscles bulged slightly as he withstood the immense pressure.

However, taking advantage of this opportunity, Hector retreated frantically, putting distance between himself and Cedric.

"The power of laws!"

Hector's face was contorted, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Cedric, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and rage.

Didn't the intelligence report say that this guy was only a mid-Gold rank?

Why did they gain mastery of the power of laws?

How exactly do those guys who are in charge of gathering intelligence do their jobs?

How could such intelligence be wrong?

The mid-level and peak of the gold rank are completely different levels; such an intelligence error is simply unforgivable.

Hector cursed the Dragonborn responsible for gathering intelligence in his mind, determined to throw those guys into the water dungeon and torture them to death when he got back!

Suppressing his anger, doubt immediately welled up in his mind.

Hector's law is called "Pressure," which is also a secondary derivative law of the earth element.

When the law is activated, he can suddenly intensify the gravity within a certain range around him.

If the enemy is unprepared, at best their movements will be slowed and they will have difficulty breathing; at worst, their bones will be crushed by their own weight, their internal organs will rupture, and they will die on the spot.

Even against opponents of equal caliber, the Law of Overwhelming Pressure can significantly weaken their agility and reaction speed, creating an overwhelming advantage for oneself.

At the same time, he can imbue his attacks with immense pressure.

Even with just a tree branch, one can unleash tons of force to crush their opponent.

To his surprise, the power of law that Cedric had just displayed seemed quite similar to his own Law of Pressure.

That oppressive feeling surging in from all directions, that illusion of being crushed by mountains, is clearly a characteristic of the heavy pressure law.

But upon closer reflection, it seems to be different.

His Law of Pressure radiates outward from himself, while Cedric's sense of oppression is more like it's concentrated on the blade and transmitted through attacks.

A multitude of thoughts flashed through Hector's mind in an instant.

Before he could be completely sure, Cedric had already flashed over again and swung his sword.

It was just an ordinary strike, without even a fluctuation of magic power, yet Hector felt for a moment as if a mountain was crashing down on him, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

The air emitted a low, mournful sound.

Hector instinctively parried with his sword.

boom!

A terrifying force exploded from the point of contact. Hector felt as if he had blocked not a sword wielded by flesh and blood, but an entire mountain falling from a height of ten thousand feet.

The immense force pressed down on him, causing his knees to buckle and a sharp pain to shoot through his sword-wielding hand.

Hector's face contorted for a moment, his heart filled with shock.

What exactly is this power?

No, it's not just the power of laws.

The weapon this guy is carrying is also strange!

Before Hector could catch his breath, Cedric pounced on him again and launched a fierce attack.

He had only fully mastered the near-divine technique of Zhenyue shortly before the start of the war.

Now, applying it in actual combat, he has a deeper understanding of the power of this near-divine technique.

Especially when facing opponents who also primarily engage in close-quarters combat, they can fully leverage their advantages.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two faced off with equal strength and unyielding resolve, like two giants locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Each clash caused a noticeable distortion in the surrounding space, with violent shockwaves sweeping outwards, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere, creating an astonishing spectacle.

But a closer look reveals that Hector was clearly at a disadvantage.

His left arm was nearly destroyed in the attack, and he could only barely use his right hand to hold the sword and block.

Cedric's offensive, however, was like a storm, wave after wave, without stopping.

With each clash, Hector was forced back a step, the ground beneath his feet shattering beneath his feet.

Not far away, while Aurelion was locked in combat with the Grand Elder, his eyes never left the entire battlefield.

As Aurelion watched the fight between Hector and Cedric, his brow furrowed.

The Silver Moon Clan actually has a Golden Peak cultivator who has awakened the power of laws?

No, there's more than one.

Aurelion's gaze swept quickly across the entire battlefield, and his heart sank.

The second elder, Axel, who fought against Walto, was also at the peak of his Gold Saints.

In addition, Sieg is also at the peak of the Gold rank in the Meteor Dragon Society.

In other words, the opponent has four peak-level Gold-ranked fighters.

Although they are still fewer in number than the six governors of Dragon City, the gap is no longer significant.

Of the two extra governors, one was besieged by Scott and Summers.

Another consul, to Aurelion's surprise, was entangled with two young elven maidens.