Elven cultivators

The overall strength of the Eternal Ring is not particularly strong.

At least that's true for Anton right now.

Even Wesley, who holds the third seat, is only a Saint of the Resonance Realm.

Facing Anton, who had even defeated a Saint, and being outmaneuvered, the outcome was already obvious.

When the purple and white lightning completely dissipated, Wesley's figure had turned into a charred silhouette lying on the ground.

The heavy armor covering the skeleton vanished into thin air, leaving only wisps of smoke dissipating in the night wind.

The ground was covered with spiderweb-like scorch marks and tiny arcs of electricity, which had scorched the dry gravel into pieces of glassy hard shells.

Grant stood a few steps away, his gaze fixed on the corpse. He remained silent for a moment before slowly exhaling.

A Saint of the Resonance Realm could stir up a storm anywhere on the continent, but in front of Anton, he didn't even have a chance to struggle.

"Has the gap already become this large...?"

Grant muttered to himself, his tone not so much of a mixture of jealousy and something more complex.

When they first met Anton in the Eldron Plains, he was just an elf who had just established himself at the peak of the Gold rank.

At that time, he felt that he could still be relied upon by the other party to some extent, and even thought about protecting him.

But looking back now, it really evokes mixed feelings.

Anton sheathed his sword, turned to Grant, and said, "I'll leave things here to you."

"Okay." Grant nodded without refusing.

This area is the territory of the Freedom Alliance, and it's more convenient for him to take over and handle it than for Anton to do so.

Anton said no more. He moved slightly, and the dark golden sword light enveloped him, turning into a slender stream of light that silently disappeared into the night and vanished at the edge of the sky in an instant.

Grant only looked away when the sword light completely disappeared from sight, turning his gaze to the guards who were standing there dumbfounded.

They were stunned by the series of unexpected events and still didn't understand what had happened.

"Lord Grant..."

A soldier who looked like an adjutant opened his mouth to speak, but Grant waved him off.

"You all wait here, don't leave, don't touch the corpse, and don't disturb anything. The Alliance Council will be here soon, and we'll talk then."

Grant's tone was not harsh, but it carried an undeniable decisiveness.

No one knows if there are any soldiers among these soldiers who are colluding with the Ring of Annihilation. We'll have to conduct a thorough investigation once the Allies arrive.

The soldiers exchanged glances, but no one spoke; they simply retreated in silence.

They were neither qualified nor had the courage to disobey Grant's orders.

Grant ignored the soldiers and turned his gaze toward Star City.

We must report this matter to the council as soon as possible.

The plans for the Ring of Annihilation were far larger and more imminent than he had anticipated.

But the time left for them is probably running out.

……

Although he had eliminated the third seat of the Eternal Ring, Anton did not feel much joy.

In terms of direct combat strength alone, the Ring of Annihilation is at best equivalent to a first-rate power.

They might not even be much stronger than the Bloodclaw Clan.

What makes them truly troublesome is their pervasive intelligence network and infiltration methods, as well as their almost obsessive and tenacious belief.

If it really comes down to a direct confrontation on the battlefield, even if all thirteen members of the Ring of Annihilation gathered, it would still be far from enough to contend with most of the top-tier forces.

Not to mention the five major powers.

That's why they choose to hide in the shadows, using conspiracies and tricks to manipulate the situation, rather than raising their flags openly and honestly.

The real danger of the Ring of Annihilation lies in their goal of opening the Abyss and the means by which they will achieve it.

But once the Abyss is opened, the Ring of Annihilation will no longer be a threat.

The real challenge then will be the army of the dead emerging from the depths of the abyss, and those ancient beings that have slumbered for countless years.

Judging from the conversation between those two guys, the Ring of Annihilation is clearly preparing to open the Abyss on the Starlight Plains.

This choice was clearly not made on a whim.

The Starlight Plains are open and stable, and are located in the heart of the Free Alliance. Once the rift opens, the army of the dead can spread in the shortest time and impact the ruling core of the western part of the continent.

In the original history, that's exactly what they did.

The Free Alliance was caught completely off guard and was dealt a heavy blow. Their rear defenses crumbled in just a few days, and the elite troops on the front lines were unable to return to reinforce them. The entire West descended into chaos.

However, this time, things should be different.

Now that Grant has obtained conclusive evidence, given his prestige and status within the Liberal League, the League Council and War Chief Consul Hamilton will certainly take this matter seriously.

Once the Free Alliance is prepared, it can set up defenses in Starlight Plains and its surrounding areas, and eliminate the Ring of Annihilation's hidden forces. The Ring of Annihilation's plans will most likely be doomed.

Their only solution was to change the location of the ceremony.

Where could it be?

Anton mentally reviewed several possible candidate locations one by one, but was unable to reach a definitive conclusion.

Although he possessed far more detailed intelligence than others, he ultimately could not cover all the variables.

He could not stop the arrival of the undead scourge.

He had already figured this out.

All he could do was leak the intelligence to the five major powers.

This was also intended to alleviate some of the pressure on the Silvermoon Clan.

To prevent the five major powers from being defeated too quickly, leaving the Silvermoon Clan to fend for itself alone.

If the five major powers can hold out for a longer period in the early stages, the Silvermoon Clan will have more time to prepare, more breathing room, and more room to accumulate strength.

The Silvermoon Clan's rise to power was still too recent. At most, it's been less than two hundred years.

Although it has approached the upper limit of a first-class power in terms of territory and military strength, its foundation is ultimately not deep enough.

If he had another seven or eight hundred years, he was confident that he could bring the entire continent under the control of the Silvermoon Clan.

Even if the Abyss opens then, he can block the army of the dead at the exit and kill as many as come.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Time waits for no one, and the Abyss will not postpone its opening just because he is not ready.

All he could do was to become as strong as possible before that day came, so that the Silvermoon Clan could accumulate more trump cards.

As dawn broke on the horizon, the clouds were tinged with a thin layer of pale gold.

Anton snapped out of his thoughts, lowered the height of his sword light, and swooped down diagonally towards the Primordial Spirit Realm.

The eaves of the Nine Heavens Pagoda were faintly visible in the morning mist, and the fine patterns on the pagoda body still shone with the pale blue afterglow of the array being activated, slowly fading away under the gradually brightening sky.

Without alerting anyone, he passed through the outer city, stepped into the teleportation array, and with a flash of light, his figure disappeared, arriving in the Great Whirlpool Sea, tens of thousands of miles away.

In the days that followed, the focus remained on those two things.

To improve one's cultivation level and develop one's clan.

Two clouds have already condensed; the third is next.

The comprehension of the One Thought Sword cannot be stopped.

The essence of the four new divine abilities must also be integrated into the sword light.

As for the clans, a new batch of spirit stone veins is being gradually converted, and production capacity is steadily increasing.

The population is also growing steadily.

The transformation and expansion of the Underdark have not stopped. More and more mineral veins and magical plant growth areas have been brought under control, which in turn have contributed to the development of the surface.

Everything is proceeding smoothly and according to plan.

If given another thirty or forty years, the foundation of the Primordial Spirit Realm can be raised to a new level.