Elven cultivators

"How is that possible..."

Ulke's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

"A legendary rank... actually managed to confront a saint head-on..."

As a top-tier legend, Urkebi was more aware than most of the people present of how vast the gap was between a saint and a legend.

That can no longer be called a gap, but an insurmountable chasm.

But this insurmountable barrier is now being trampled underfoot by an elf.

It was only at this moment that Urke suddenly realized that Anton had not even used his full strength when he dealt with him and Zul earlier.

This realization was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, making his blood feel several degrees colder.

Byron also froze on the spot, his face full of disbelief.

Back when Anton was at the Dark Fortress, he was already so powerful that it terrified him.

But the current Anton is much stronger than it was back then.

They can even confront saints head-on!

Is this guy a monster?

This is completely illogical!

In the center of the battlefield, Scar remained outwardly calm, but the seriousness in his eyes was gradually deepening.

He truly hadn't expected that, despite using most of his strength, he still wouldn't be able to truly suppress his opponent.

A legendary figure could actually get entangled with a saint like him to this extent.

He would never have believed such a thing could happen if he hadn't experienced it firsthand.

This can no longer be explained by innate talent.

If Anton were allowed to continue growing, he couldn't even imagine what he would become in the future.

In an instant, Scar's murderous intent intensified.

After today, the Bloodclaw Clan and the Silvermoon Clan are now enemies.

If Anton is given enough time to grow, he will definitely become a major threat to the Bloodclaw Clan in the future.

He must be killed here!

To prevent future troubles!

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Scar's eyes, and he no longer held back.

He suddenly let out a low shout, and the blood vessels that flowed around his body suddenly contracted inward, adhering to his skin as if covered with a thin film of blood.

The next instant, these blood lines suddenly burst outwards, turning into a vast crimson tide that spread rapidly in all directions from him, instantly engulfing every inch of space within a thousand meters.

The blood tide was thick and viscous, like rotten mud seeping from the ground, carrying a strong, nauseating metallic smell.

Anton felt his body suddenly sink, as if he were being entangled and dragged by countless invisible tentacles, and his movements instantly became sluggish.

The flow of magical power within his body felt as if it were being encased in viscous mud, causing its circulation speed to plummet.

Also affected were the Xuanjin Sword Light, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, and the Fantian Seal.

All three magical artifacts seemed to be bound by an invisible, heavy shackle, visibly becoming sluggish.

Meanwhile, deep within the red tide, blood continuously condenses into various shapes of biological phantoms and crimson weapons.

Some of them resembled giant pythons, emerging from the tide of blood, their enormous mouths filled with blood-red teeth lunging at him.

Some transformed into countless tiny blood arrows, densely piercing through the blood tide and shooting towards him.

Others transformed into enormous blood claws, extending from the bottom of the crimson tide, their five fingers curled as if to grasp him in their palms.

Despite the sudden and fierce attack, Anton remained calm.

He was already fully aware of the Red Tide Law's signature ability.

Being in the Red Tide not only means having your power continuously drained, but also means being subjected to a constant stream of shapeshifting attacks, as if you've fallen into a living, blood-red swamp.

He had anticipated this move, and upon seeing it, he showed no panic. He withdrew his sword light, which swirled and intertwined around him, transforming into an impenetrable golden sword wheel that shredded the attacking bloodline creatures.

The Heaven-Turning Seal hovered above his head, releasing a heavy and oppressive aura that forcefully suppressed the blood tide around him, preventing it from getting close.

The Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover transformed into a layer of crimson-gold shield, protecting him within and blocking all attacks.

Scar stood in the middle of the red tide, watching Anton's calm demeanor, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

After he unleashed the Crimson Tide Domain, Anton's expression remained largely unchanged, as if he had anticipated this move.

This made him feel a slight sense of surprise and doubt.

Just how much does this elf know about the laws of the Crimson Tide?

But Scar quickly suppressed his surprise and doubt, and his expression returned to its cold indifference.

In any case, he has regained the initiative in the battle.

The suppression of the Red Tide Law is continuous; the longer it drags on, the more Anton's power will be weakened.

As long as the red tide persists, Andong will eventually reveal its weaknesses.

But if you can catch just one weakness, that's enough.

While feeling a sense of relief, Scar immediately felt a bit absurd.

He, a dignified saint, was actually forced to be wary by a legend, and even doubted his chances of winning.

If this were said out loud, it would only seem absurd.

Ultimately, it was because Anton's behavior was too abnormal.

It is highly illogical that a legendary figure could directly confront an entire group of saints.

Fortunately, all of this will soon be over.

Scar focused his mind, no longer distracted, and pushed the Crimson Tide Law to its limit, continuing his attack on Anton.

The suppression of red tides has become increasingly evident over time.

Anton's sword light began to show a slight lag, the suppression range of the Heaven-Turning Seal slowly shrank, and the flames of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover also dimmed slightly.

He was at a disadvantage.

Seeing this from afar, Byron finally let out a long breath, his shoulders and back relaxing a bit.

"A legend is a legend after all; it's impossible for someone of a higher level to defeat a saint."

Urke breathed a sigh of relief. Although the movement aggravated his wound and made him wince in pain, the weight on his heart finally lifted.

But when he subconsciously looked across at the other side, he was stunned.

The Silvermoon Clan elves showed no sign of panic or worry, only calm and composure.

It was as if... they never doubted that Anton could win.

Seeing this, Urke felt a strange unease rise in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed those extraneous thoughts.

In any case, Lord Scar has the upper hand, that is an indisputable fact.

No matter how strong Anton is, can he really turn the tide?

Despite being certain of defeat, Anton remained calm and composed.

"As expected, a saint in his prime is not so easy to deal with."

Anton pondered to himself.

"Perhaps only when the Heaven-Turning Seal is upgraded to a spiritual weapon will it be able to truly stand on equal footing with the Saints."

Compared to the injured Stormwing Dragon, Scar was far superior.

From the very beginning, Anton intended to use his opponent to test the extent of his recent growth in strength.

Now that we have the information we wanted, there's no need to delay any longer.

The next instant, twelve dark golden figures appeared out of thin air beside Anton.

The twelve distinct yet incredibly powerful auras intertwined, forming an invisible net that enveloped Scar and the surrounding crimson tide within a thousand-meter radius.

Scar's expression finally changed.

His crimson tide was actually forced back a layer after these twelve figures appeared.

Those flowing lines of blood, as if blocked by an invisible wall, could no longer get even half a step closer to Anton.

"An alchemical golem?"

For the first time, Scar's expression showed obvious shock.

He had also fought against the ancient golem before.

The latter is currently the only legendary alchemical golem on the Dawn Continent, and is recognized as the most powerful type of alchemical golem.

However, these strangely shaped puppets in front of him seemed to be much more powerful than the ancient golems.

What exactly is this thing?

However, before he could sort out his thoughts, the twelve guardian deities had already moved.

Like twelve sharp blades thrusting from different directions, they simultaneously pierced the edge of the crimson tide, surrounding Scar and his viscous, blood-red domain in the center.

The next instant, the Six Ding Six Jia Formation was activated, and an invisible force field descended from the sky, trapping him like an unseen cage.

The moment the formation activated, Scar keenly sensed that his control over the power of the laws suddenly became difficult, and his face instantly turned ashen.

"The realm of laws?"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, it was immediately rejected by Scar.

If it were a matter of laws, he probably wouldn't be able to utilize even a tiny bit of the power of laws right now.

Even so, the strange sight before him made his heart sink.

His Crimson Tide Law was still in operation, but it was as if it was being held down by an invisible giant hand. The speed at which it spread outward suddenly decreased, and the boundary kept contracting inward. The surging blood tide was forcibly compressed within a hundred-meter radius around him, and it could no longer cover the battlefield as it had before.

At the same time, an overwhelming pressure surged in from all directions.

Six forces—thunder, flames, sword edge, thick earth, dark water, and gale—took turns crushing and pouring down, relentlessly crashing against his defenses.

His bloodline had just begun to form when it was crushed by the next wave of attacks.

He tried to mobilize the red tide to fight back, but every time he exerted force, it was precisely suppressed by the formation, like punching a wet cotton ball, with nowhere to land.

What's even more troublesome is that the dense fog in the formation constantly obscures his vision and senses, making it difficult for him to determine the direction from which the next attack will come.

The toxins seeped into the red tide, slowing down the flow of his magic.

The sound waves pierced his soul, causing his consciousness to waver.

The sealing power bound his limbs like invisible chains, making each time he raised his hand heavier.

Scar's breathing became rapid, and a fine layer of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Outside the battle zone, everyone was stunned.

The orc leaders stared wide-eyed, mouths slightly agape, as if they had been slapped in the face, unable to recover for a long time.

"What...what is this...?"

"An alchemical puppet capable of suppressing a saint?"

"How can such a thing exist in this world..."

Ulke and Byron's expressions changed drastically.

They never expected that Anton would have such a trump card up his sleeve.

Even the high-ranking members of the Silvermoon Clan showed surprise.

Although they knew that Anton had created guardian deities, they had almost never seen him use them.

Even though they knew the guardian deities were strong, they didn't expect them to be this strong, capable of even overwhelming a saint.