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After all, this was the first time the clan had truly clashed head-on with a major force from the Underdark.

Although Anton did not personally visit the Nine Nether City, he had been paying close attention to the battle situation there.

Therefore, upon seeing the death aura, he immediately used the teleportation array to reach Nine Nether City, and then used his sword escape technique to break through the air and arrive.

"This level of deathly aura doesn't seem like something that dark elves and a group of underground creatures could create."

Anton stared at the gray fog in the distance, and a thought suddenly struck him.

Almost instantly, a familiar name popped into his mind.

The Ring of Annihilation!

The deathly torrent before me seemed to be the work of those madmen.

Could it be that the city-states of Crimson Blood Fertile Land have become entangled with the Ring of Annihilation?

Anton's mind raced, so it wasn't too surprising.

The Ring of Annihilation is always all-pervasive, so it's not surprising that it can reach into the Underdark.

As for why they went to such lengths to collect such a massive amount of death energy, Anton could more or less guess.

It's nothing more than preparation for the opening of the Abyss.

However, this deathly aura was a godsend for him.

Death energy is essentially a high concentration of remnant souls and resentment. Once the resentment is removed, it becomes an excellent material for crafting ghost soldiers.

The clan's recent expansion of its ghost army has been hampered by a lack of materials.

The death energy right now is just what fills this gap.

At the same time, everyone in the command post also noticed Anton's appearance.

The two red lights around the shadowy figure's eyes suddenly brightened, and he was delighted rather than surprised.

"Anton Silver Moon!"

He naturally recognized Anton.

This Meteor Dragon Sword Saint has ruined countless good things for their organization.

They've wanted to get rid of this troublesome guy for a long time.

However, Anton usually stayed in the heavily guarded Primordial Spirit Realm, and when he occasionally went out, his whereabouts were always elusive, so they had no chance to make a move.

Now that Anton has taken the initiative to appear in the Red Blood Fertile Land, it is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

At other times, he wouldn't be confident of killing Anton.

After all, the latter was a top-tier legendary expert.

Their ferocity in battle is renowned throughout the entire continent.

But now he holds in his hands a torrent of death energy built from tens of thousands of lives, and he is confident that he can fight even a saint in person.

As for the Silvermoon Clan's army?

In the face of death, no matter how many living people there are, they are just more nourishment.

"If I take down Anton, my status within the organization will rise to another level."

A surge of heat rose in the shadowy figure's heart, and he no longer hesitated.

In an instant, the churning gray-white sea of ​​clouds above the battlefield rolled up again, pouring down like a flood towards the direction where Anton was.

A gray-white torrent, carrying countless distorted phantom faces, shrieked like the howls of ten thousand ghosts, and crashed down from the dome, dimming the light across the entire battlefield.

Faced with the overwhelming gray torrent, Anton didn't even flinch.

"All disciples of the Primordial City, heed my command: use the Soul-Gathering Banner to draw in the death energy."

The calm voice instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

More than three hundred disciples of Taichu City, who had been eager to try, immediately rushed forward, their figures leaving neat afterimages in the air. After landing, they took out the Soul Gathering Banner from their arms, gripped the banner pole with both hands, and swung it forcefully at the torrent of death energy that was pressing down on them.

In an instant, the surging gray fog abruptly stopped.

Then, as if torn apart by countless invisible hands, hundreds of streams flowed out and drifted towards the banners, where they were swept up and disappeared.

More than three hundred soul-gathering banners were like more than three hundred greedy giant mouths, frantically devouring that deathly aura.

With each breath, the banner becomes brighter, and the patterns on the flagpole become deeper.

In just over ten breaths, the originally overwhelming torrent of deathly energy shrank by nearly two-thirds.

The shadowy figure stared in disbelief.

What the hell is this thing?

Magical equipment?

But he had never heard of any magical equipment that could absorb death energy.

At this moment, he finally understood why he couldn't collect even a trace of death energy from the underground creatures that had died at the hands of the elves.

It turns out these elves are doing the same thing as them.

"Damn it, are these guys even considered elves?"

The shadowy figure gritted its teeth, making a grinding sound.

Elves are known for their love of nature, yet they would do something like collecting death energy.

It would be more like a dark elf.

To his slight relief, the banners were not bottomless pits. After absorbing some death energy, they finally stopped, as if they had reached a certain saturation point.

The shadowy figure immediately tried to withdraw its death aura.

At this point, he had completely abandoned any thought of dealing with Andong or Jiuyou City; he only wanted to leave as quickly as possible with the deathly aura.

This is crucial to their next steps in implementing the plan, and they cannot afford to fail.

But before he could take any action, Anton, who was in the air above the battlefield, suddenly raised his hand and flicked his sleeve outwards.

The sleeve was like a drop of thick ink falling into water. First, it spread slightly at the edge, then the threads continued to ripple outwards, growing larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, it expanded far and wide like a dark cloud, turning into a dark curtain that covered the sky and the sun, enveloping all the remaining gray mist on the battlefield.

By the time the dark, heavy fog had receded into his sleeve, the battlefield was completely clear, without even a wisp of gray mist remaining.

Before the water curtain, the dark elf matriarchs and lords were completely dumbfounded.

When have they ever seen such methods?

Even when watching from behind a screen of water, the moment the sleeves unfolded, they all had the illusion that there was no way to avoid it or block it.

It was as if the heavens themselves were pressing down on them.

When they came to their senses, they realized that their backs were covered in cold sweat.

On the other side, the black image was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on its face, and it froze on the spot.

In his perception, the deathly aura seemed to have been wiped out of space, leaving no trace.

"This is... the law of space?" The dark figure gasped.

For the first time, his voice carried a clear hint of panic.

Just then, Anton, inside the water curtain, suddenly turned his head to the side.

His gaze pierced through the lingering smoke and dust of the battlefield, landing precisely in the direction of the command post.

The moment they met those eyes, which were as deep as a pool, everyone in front of the water curtain felt a chill run down their spines.

The next instant, Anton's figure suddenly disappeared from the screen.

Alarm bells immediately went off in the shadowy figure's mind.

His figure suddenly transformed into a gray-black mist and rushed wildly out of the command post.

At this point, he no longer cared about the deathly aura.

The methods that Anton had displayed had completely exceeded his comprehension.

This Meteor Dragon Sword Saint is far more powerful than described in the organization's intelligence.

Staying here will only lead to certain death.

The Dark Elf Matriarch and the lords only saw a flash before the shadow vanished.

Before they could even show their shock and anger, the dark figure crashed back at an even faster speed than it had gone, a six-colored flame now appearing on its chest.

The flames surged and rolled in layers, black on the outside, gold on the inside, blue on the middle, and purple on the inside, with a dazzling white flame at the core.

Although you can't feel any burning sensation, it gives you a deep-seated sense of terror.

It was clearly not an ordinary flame.

The shadowy figure's actions proved this point.

He let out a piercing scream and crashed heavily to the ground, rolling around in agony.

The six-colored flames spread rapidly along his chest, intertwining and annihilating with the gray-black mist rising from his body.

As the flames burned, the shadow that had been covering him faded away at a visible speed, revealing his true form underneath.

It was a human male.

His skin was a sickly grayish-white, like an old wax figure, with purplish-black lividity spreading from his neck to his cheeks, patches of varying sizes, like mud crusts rising from the surface of a dried-up swamp.

His eyes were sunken, his pupils were cloudy, and his lips were dry, cracked, and purple. He looked like a corpse that had been walking for many years, yet he still retained the aura of a living person, which was indescribably eerie.

"As expected, they are from the Ring of Annihilation."

A calm voice suddenly rang out, startling the dark elf matriarch and lords from their shock.

They looked in alarm and saw that Anton was already standing at the door.

His hands were behind his back, his robes were neat and clean, and there wasn't a speck of dust on him, as if he were just a passerby who happened to walk in.

The Dark Elf Matriarch and the lords all paled, but no one dared to move.

Even the most arrogant Dilo dwarf lord was now trembling with fear, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

In their eyes, the shadowy figure was already an extremely powerful being.

Yet this powerful figure was utterly defeated by the elf before him, becoming as helpless as a dead dog in a single exchange.

The power they displayed made it impossible for them to even think of resisting.

"You guys are really persistent; I can see you everywhere."

Anton looked at the figure on the ground with a half-smile on his face.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that every time he encountered someone from the Ring of Annihilation, it brought him considerable benefits.

He obtained a large amount of resources from the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild.

During that time in Wulei Valley, he used the Cage of Imprisoning Thunder to refine the Dan Sha and also picked up a crystal of earth element origin.

This time, the other party sent him materials to refine ghost soldiers.

Thinking about it this way, the Ring of Annihilation was practically his lucky star.

"Don't be so smug... one day... the organization will settle accounts with you..."

The dark figure on the ground finally extinguished the Six Ding Divine Fire, got up in a disheveled state, and glared at Anton with resentment.

If looks could kill, he would have already skinned and dismembered Anton by now.

"Really? I'm really looking forward to it."

Anton smiled wryly, then looked at the Dark Elf Matriarch and the lords.

"Kill him, and I'll give you a chance to surrender."

There was a moment of silence in the command center.

The next moment, the dwarf lord of Dilo, who was closest to the shadowy figure, was the first to move.

Although he only had one arm left to use, he still drew the short axe from his waist and lunged at the shadowy figure.

Following closely behind him were the Grishman Lord and the Kotau Merfolk Lord.

The other lords also took action.

Even the Dark Elf matriarchs did not hesitate.

Seven figures darted out almost simultaneously, their short blades and magical light suddenly illuminating the dimly lit hall.

In an instant, the dark figure was surrounded and attacked.