Elven cultivators

Strom's body stiffened abruptly, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on the back of his neck.

He turned his head, his pupils contracting rapidly.

In my field of vision, the dark red membrane suddenly bulged outward, as if something had suddenly pushed it from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, the scale-like patterns on the surface shattered in an instant, turning into a sky full of dark red light flakes, like shattered glass being swept up by the wind and scattered in all directions.

A streak of dark golden sword light silently emerged from the crack, piercing through the remaining blood curtain and soaring straight into the sky, leaving a sharp and piercing trail of light against the hazy sky.

After the sword light faded, a tall, slender figure slowly descended from mid-air, the hem of his robe fluttering gently in the remaining air currents.

Anton stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping over the four wolf-descended saints present, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Thank you for your gifts; I have gained quite a bit."

Strom's pupils contracted, but he didn't reply.

His gaze lingered on Anton for only a brief moment before he decisively barked, "Go!"

But at the very moment his words fell, the golden sword light in front of Anton trembled violently, transforming into hundreds of streams of light, like a vast golden net that enveloped all four wolf-born saints.

Strom stepped forward, his claws, wreathed in dark red light, tearing towards the nearest sword light. But at the moment of impact, he felt the recoil from his claws was much stronger than before.

His body was jolted and he paused for a moment, as the remaining sword light pressed down from all directions.

"Damn it!"

The other three wolf-born saints were also forced to retreat repeatedly.

They had already expended most of their magic power maintaining the barrier, and now, facing the suppression of the sword light, even concentrating their strength to break through became extremely difficult.

Anton gave them no chance to catch their breath.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and a ball of murky yellow light surged from his palm, instantly transforming into a gigantic hand that reached the sky, slamming down on the weakest of the wolf-born saints.

The Great Hand of the Five Elements of the Supreme Mysterious Qi!

The palm, enveloped in five colors of light—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—like a moving mountain, crashed down before the horrified eyes of the wolf-born saint.

He had no time to dodge, so he could only use the last bit of magic to raise his arms and cross them above his head to block.

Crack.

The sound of bones cracking was short and muffled. The wolf-born saint was slammed into the rubble. Before he could even spit out a mouthful of blood, a burst of crimson-gold flames erupted from Anton's mouth, completely engulfing him.

The moment Hao Yi's three yang energies touched his body, they spread silently, and his armor and flesh turned to ashes in a few breaths.

"ah!!"

The piercing screams lasted only a moment before fading away.

The wolf-born saint was instantly burned to ashes.

Strom and Olsen's expressions changed completely.

They could clearly sense that Anton's strength was even greater than before he was trapped in the Dragon Bone Blood Prison.

Could it be, as he just said, that he gained quite a bit in the Dragon Bone Blood Prison?

The thought that their carefully laid trap had not only failed to kill Anton but had instead made him even stronger made Strom and his companions feel like they were about to vomit blood.

Anton remained calm, using his sword to firmly trap the three wolf-born saints.

Although the power of the Supreme Cloud he had previously used had not fully recovered, his mana was still abundant, and with a mid-grade spiritual artifact in hand, his strength had increased rather than decreased.

In contrast, Strom and the others expended a great deal of energy maintaining the Dragonbone Blood Prison for half a month.

With this shift in momentum, the balance of power had already tipped from the very beginning.

boom!

The Heaven-Turning Seal and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover flew out from his sleeves at the same time, swiftly attacking the Wolf-Descendant Saint on the outermost side.

The seal pressed down heavily like a mountain, while the nine fire dragons on the wall surrounded and strangled it.

The wolf-born saint only had time to let out a short roar before turning to ashes under the intertwining of flames and immense pressure.

In a short span of time, the two saints were killed one after the other.

Strom was horrified and immediately cried out.

"Wait a minute, Anton, we can negotiate. The Bloodclaw Clan can pay war reparations. You can name your terms, and we'll agree to whatever it takes!"

Anton smiled wryly: "I'll take whatever I want myself."

Strom gritted his teeth and said, "You think that by killing us, your Silvermoon Clan can swallow up the Bloodclaw Clan's territory? Bloodhowl Fortress and Heart of the Mountains will not stand idly by and watch your army march into the northern part of the continent! Kill us, and you will get nothing."

"Furthermore, we are allies of Bloodhowl Keep. Your actions against the Bloodclaw Clan are tantamount to slapping Bloodhowl Keep in the face, and they will not stand idly by!"

Upon hearing this, Anton's movements slowed slightly.

"So, Bloodhowl Fortress was involved in this whole affair?"

Storm didn't deny it, saying, "So what if we do? Would you dare to attack Bloodhowl Fortress?"

"That's not necessarily true." Anton's gaze was meaningful.

Strom was stunned.

Could this guy also have designs on Bloodhowl Fortress?

That's ridiculous!

Bloodhowl Fortress is one of the top five powers on the Dawn Continent, and its foundation and military strength are far superior to those of the Bloodclaw Clan.

If the Silvermoon Clan really wants to target Bloodhowl Fortress, what difference is there between that and throwing an egg against a rock?

However, Anton had no intention of listening to him anymore.

He raised his hand, his five fingers joined together, and a clear, starlight-like sword light condensed at his fingertips.

The sword light vanished in the next instant.

Before Olsen could even make any defensive move, the sword light pierced through his brow, down to the back of his head, and disappeared into the air behind him.

Olsen's body stiffened for a moment, then fell backward like a felled log.

As Strom watched his last companion fall, the last trace of color drained from his face.

He didn't try to talk anymore, but instead suddenly activated the remaining magic power in his body, intending to fight to the death.

Dark red claw marks tore through the air, like a curved blood moon hurtling straight at Anton's face.

However, the moment that claw mark touched the Tai Xuan Yuan Han Zhen Gang on An Dong's body, it shattered like it had hit an invisible barrier, disappearing into nothingness.

Without hesitation, Anton merged the second, still unformed, aura cloud above his head into the sword light, and once again unleashed the true form of the sword pellet.

Strom, already at his limit, couldn't withstand the attack and was quickly pierced through the heart by the sword light. His eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a face full of resentment and despair.

Anton retracted the sword pellet and turned his gaze to the horizon.

There, a dense array of ship shadows was emerging at the edge of the gray-white clouds.

The outline of the Flying Tower gradually became clearer, and the silver hull of the Soaring Cloud Flying Boat shimmered slightly in the afternoon light.

The fleet has arrived.

The Flying Tower was the fastest, arriving above the ruins in an instant.

Several figures emerged from the tower and landed in front of him.

It was Roman and the three elders.

Seeing that Anton was safe and sound, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Roman strode forward and asked, "Anton, where have you been? I haven't been able to get in touch with you lately."

The three elders followed, their gazes sweeping over the devastated ruins. When they saw the wolf-demon corpses on the ground, their expressions all hardened.

The First Elder spoke in a deep voice: "Clan Chief, what happened here?"

Anton briefly recounted the general course of events.

After hearing this, the three elders exchanged glances, and they all saw undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

The five saints joined forces to ambush their clan leader, but instead of trapping him, they were all wiped out.

Even though they had already experienced firsthand the power of their clan leader, they couldn't help but marvel at it.

Roman's attention, however, was elsewhere: "So, all the high-ranking Saints of the Bloodclaw Clan have been wiped out?"

The Third Elder's face also lit up with excitement as he said, "The Bloodclaw Clan is currently leaderless; this is a perfect opportunity to eliminate them completely!"

The Grand Elder shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The Bloodclaw Clan's territory is in the northern part of the continent, which is the territory of Bloodhowl Fortress and Heart of the Mountains. If our army rashly marches north, it's hard to say how those two forces will react."

The First Elder's words were like a bucket of cold water, calming the Third Elder down a bit.

Anton said, "No matter what, we have to try. Let the fleet advance north, but be careful. Preserving ourselves is the top priority. If we encounter resistance, we should retreat immediately."

This time, the Grand Elder did not object and nodded in agreement.

Anton then turned his gaze to the surroundings and ordered a thorough search of the ruins.

The Bloodclaw clan has set up a barrier here; something must be hidden around here.

The elven soldiers immediately dispersed to search.

After a search, they indeed found many dragon skeletons.

Unfortunately, all the essence inside was devoured, turning it into useless ordinary bones.

In addition, the soldiers found seven bone-gray stone pillars around the ruins.

Each of these stone pillars is four to five meters long, with varying shades of bone gray. The texture is somewhere between rock and bone, and the surface is covered with fine natural textures, like the cracks and pores left on the surface of bones that have been dried for thousands of years.

The pillar has a slight curve, as if it was cut and polished from the long bone of some giant creature.

The top of the pillar narrows slightly, forming a blunt cone shape, and is inlaid with a cloudy crystal the size of a longan. Inside the crystal, a dark halo can be faintly seen slowly flowing, like a firefly that has been imprisoned.

"I see... It's the Soul Concealment Veil."

Anton recognized the origin of this thing at a glance.

The Soul Concealment Veil is an extremely rare fantasy-grade magical equipment. Once activated, it forms a large-scale anti-detection barrier that conceals all energy fluctuations and auras within its coverage area.

No wonder his divine sense did not detect anything unusual when he first stepped into the ruins of Deeprock City.

The Soul Concealment Veil is far more sophisticated and concealed than ordinary isolation arrays.

Anton, of course, wouldn't let such a good thing slip by; he accepted it with a smile and put it into his sleeve.

Although the ambush was dangerous, the gains were considerable.

Not only did the sword pellet advance to a mid-grade spiritual weapon, but it also seized the complete Soul Concealment Veil and the spatial rings that were taken from Strom and the others.

After clearing the battlefield, the group did not linger and boarded the fleet to leave.

Although the war has come to an end, there are still many follow-up matters to be dealt with.