Elven cultivators

The Bloodhowl Fortress leadership present simply couldn't understand Anton's actions.

How could Anton, who was only one person, dare to attack so many of them at the same time?

Keep in mind that he was facing more than thirty saints!

This includes two supreme saints and one divine being!

Looking across the entire Dawn Continent, apart from the newly ascended demigod Hamilton, probably no one would dare to say that they could escape unscathed from this lineup, let alone launch a direct attack.

Has Anton really gone mad?

Otherwise, why would someone do such a thing?

Looking at Anton's calm expression, Rexa felt utterly absurd.

His understanding of Anton mostly came from Grant's accounts and a few sporadic encounters.

The latter gave him the impression of being meticulous and methodical, definitely not a reckless or impulsive person.

What exactly is he planning?

Doubt lingered in the minds of all the orcs, but they acted swiftly. Seeing the sword light approaching, they counterattacked without hesitation.

Elder Jinnah laughed in fury: "I never imagined that the supposedly invincible Meteor Dragon Sword Saint would be such a fool, actually coming here alone to die. Fine, I'll finish you off here, and the Silver Moon Clan will be defeated without a fight!"

The moment the words fell, a blinding dark red light surged up behind Elder Jinna.

The light, like boiling blood, rapidly expanded and solidified in the void, transforming in the blink of an eye into a ferocious beast's head.

A deafening roar suddenly echoed across the plains. The beast's head opened its massive jaws, revealing sharp, interlocking fangs, and, accompanied by a pungent, almost tangible, stench, lunged fiercely at Anton.

Its imposing presence was so overwhelming that it seemed even space itself was about to be torn apart by the beast's head.

But just as that hideous maw was about to touch Anton's face, a sudden change occurred.

Without any warning, the enormous phantom beast head trembled violently, then collapsed and vanished silently, like a sand painting scattered by the wind, leaving not a trace.

Elder Jinna's composed, cold smile suddenly froze.

At the same time, the other elders also realized that something was wrong.

An invisible force field enveloped the surroundings, seemingly freezing the entire world in place.

"Why can't I activate my power of laws?"

"I can no longer sense the laws."

An orc elder subconsciously raised his hand, but not a single trace of law-related phenomena appeared on the skin of his palm.

He tried to activate his most proficient power of law, but only felt a vast emptiness.

"No... this is the realm of laws!"

"A domain of laws? How is that possible?!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they looked at Anton in horror.

Elder Jinnah looked as if he had seen a ghost.

The realm of laws is the mark of a demigod.

Could it be that Anton has already advanced to demigod status?

"No, not a demigod."

Gormash's voice suddenly rang out.

He stared intently at Anton, a look of surprise and doubt flashing in his eyes.

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As the only divine being present, his perception of the laws was far more acute than that of the others.

Although the power of law contained in Anton's attack was very strong, it was not enough for him to feel a difference in level.

This means that Anton has not yet been promoted to demigod.

But if that's the case, then what about the current domain of laws?

Their power of law has indeed been sealed and suppressed.

However, reality left them no room for reflection.

Just as the orc elders were thrown into disarray by the failure of the laws, an overwhelming barrage of Xuanjin sword light poured down.

Saints who have lost the protection of the laws have a significantly reduced combat power.

In a single exchange, three orc elders, caught off guard, were engulfed by the sword light. Their bodies exploded simultaneously under the crisscrossing cuts of hundreds of black gold sword lights, instantly shredded into powder indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Gormash's pupils constricted sharply. He no longer cared about the origin of the strange aura surrounding Anton, and roared, "He's not a demigod yet! Don't panic, join forces and kill him!"

The shout struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, pulling the panicked elders back from their brief daze.

Gormash was the only divine being present, and the elders naturally trusted his judgment, all of them breathing a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

If it really is a demigod like Hamilton, then they have no chance against him. The best course of action is to immediately flee back to the fortress and retreat into their defensive formation.

Elder Jinna breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Anton's body split in two, and another figure that looked exactly like him detached from his body and stood beside him.

The suddenly appearing figure was enveloped in a thin layer of five-colored spiritual light, its outline as clear as a real person, even the folds of its robes and the curves of its hair were identical.

What sets it apart is its translucent texture, somewhere between glass and light and shadow, as if sculpted from solidified moonlight and starlight.

The deity and the Dharmakaya raise their hands simultaneously.

A giant, five-colored hand suddenly emerged from the void, its palm lines like the pulse of the earth, its five fingers like five inverted mountain peaks, carrying an overwhelming and heavy pressure, and slammed down heavily on Elder Jinna's head.

At the same time, accompanied by deafening thunder, purple-white lightning descended from the sky, transforming into a surging and violent torrent of thunder, which struck Elder Jinna's head almost instantly.

Elder Jinna had no time to dodge and could only roar and muster all his strength to withstand the attack.

boom!

The Tai Xuan Qi Five Elements Great Hand descended first, and Elder Jin Na was as if he had been hit head-on by a mountain. His bones made a dense cracking sound, and he was slammed into the ground, creating a crater more than ten meters deep.

Immediately following, the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning arrived, its blazing light pouring into the pit like boiling water.

"ah!!"

Elder Jinna screamed in agony.

Before he could struggle to his feet, Anton suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a stream of crimson-gold flames that swept through the void and instantly struck Elder Jinna.

laugh.

A soft sound, like ashes being swept away by the wind.

Elder Jinna's body was burned by Haoyi's three yang energies, leaving not even bones behind. It turned directly into a cloud of ashes, which were scattered by the swirling air currents in the wind of the wasteland.

From the appearance of the Dharmakaya to the complete annihilation of Elder Jinna, it was only a single breath.

Before the orcs, preoccupied with defending against the sword light, could react, they saw Elder Jinna dead.

He was instantly shaken, and all the color drained from his face.

Elder Jinna is at the pinnacle of sainthood!

He was killed by Anton in just a few exchanges.

This elf's strength is terrifyingly powerful.

An unprecedented chill surged from the depths of their spines, quickly climbing up their necks.

But Anton did not stop at all.

The main body and the Dharma body attacked in succession, with the Xuanjin sword light and supernatural powers clashing and striking down.

"Damn it, what is this thing?"

Gormash stared intently at the Dharmakaya that was identical to Anton's, his eyes filled with horror.

A clone?

But what kind of clone could possess terrifying power comparable to that of a god?

Even more terrifying, after a few brief exchanges, he discovered that he was no match for this bizarre clone.

What kind of tactic is this?

This is absolutely unbelievable!

Gormash suddenly realized that the intelligence they had gathered about Anton's strength was just the tip of the iceberg.

This Meteor Dragon Sword Saint is far more terrifying and powerful than the rumors suggest.

But by then it was too late to realize this.

Under the restriction of the technique that imprisoned heaven and earth, the beastmen were unable to use the laws at all and could only fight with conventional means. They also had to deal with two powerful enemies whose strength was even greater than that of the gods, making them increasingly outmatched.

In just over ten minutes, following Elder Jinna, eight more orc elders fell one after another.

The remains were scattered among the charred soil and rubble, with broken armor, limbs, and burn marks interspersed throughout.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of burning and blood.

Gormash's face was ashen, and his heart was pounding slightly.

In the short time that the battle lasted, more than ten Saint Elders died in the fighting.

This is a loss that Bloodhowl Fortress has not suffered in nearly a thousand years.

Even during the Dragon Slayer War, Bloodhowl Fortress had never suffered such a massive loss.

The orc elders could not understand.

I clearly heard that Anton was promoted to Saint less than a hundred years ago. How did he grow to this level in such a short time?

This was completely beyond their comprehension.

In that split second of their thoughts, another elder was slammed down from the height by the five-colored giant hand, and fell silent after hitting the ground.

Seeing this, Gormash finally stopped hesitating.

"Withdraw all troops to the fortress!"

He shouted sharply, and was the first to turn back, retreating rapidly towards the fortress.

The orc elders had long harbored the idea of ​​fleeing, and upon hearing this, they immediately channeled all their power and charged toward the fortress without looking back.

Anton and his Dharma Body pursued relentlessly, taking the opportunity to kill two more orc elders before watching with regret as the remaining people retreated into the fortress.

hum!

A blinding aura of energy rose from the city walls, like an inverted bowl of light, protecting the entire Bloodhowl Fortress.

The layers upon layers of runes were unleashed with full power, their light so intense that it was impossible to look directly at them.

Anton hovered in mid-air, his gaze fixed on the light screen, a faint trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

The Blood Howl Fortress, with its nearly ten thousand-year history, has a core defensive array system that has been reinforced and strengthened countless times over the years, making its defenses incredibly formidable.

Let alone demigods, even if the gods themselves were to take action, they shouldn't expect to break through in a short time.

The only way to deal with this defensive formation is to bring a large army to the city and launch a sustained, concentrated attack to deplete its energy before advancing unimpeded.

That's why Hamilton was unable to advance against the defensive array system of the Heart of the Mountains.

Anton was naturally unable to break through the array defense system in front of him and could only regretfully stop.

But it didn't matter anyway, he hadn't expected to wipe out the Bloodhowl Fortress's leadership in one battle.

"It's a pity that the Dharma Body can't use sword pellets, it can only use supernatural powers, otherwise we could have left a few more behind."

Anton glanced at the Dharma body beside him.

The Dharma Body's combat style is still a bit too simplistic; it can only use supernatural powers.

It's manageable against enemies below the level of divinity, but against a divinity, there's no way to defeat the opponent in a short time.

Perhaps we could consider equipping Shen Tong with a few magical artifacts to enhance his combat power.

Inside the fortress, Gormash and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

But after calming down, they looked at the corpses of their companions outside, and then at the elf who was still hovering in the air in the distance with a calm expression. They all fell silent and their faces turned pale.

They never expected that their combined forces would be unable to defeat Anton, instead suffering a crushing defeat and being forced to retreat back into the fortress.

What happened more than a decade ago in the Qazadum Mountains is now being replayed in Bloodhowl Keep.

This time, they were the ones who were trapped, while the other side, alone, suppressed the entire fortress to the point that no one dared to take a single step out.

At this moment, they finally understood the frustration and helplessness of the dwarves they had felt more than a decade ago.

"I'm giving you three days to withdraw your troops."

Anton's voice drifted over, calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"If I see the Bloodhowl Fortress army in the Ash Wasteland three days from now, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Furthermore, Bloodhowl Fortress must compensate the Silvermoon Clan for their losses, or they will bear the consequences."

After uttering the last word, Anton gave Gormash and the others a deep look, then left without looking back.

As they watched Anton's figure disappear into the horizon, the Bloodhowl Fortress high command breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was a deep sense of anger and frustration.

When have they ever suffered such humiliation?

Bloodhowl Fortress had always been the one to subdue other forces, but one day it never expected that a first-rate force would ride roughshod over it.

They not only forced them to withdraw their troops, but also demanded compensation from them.

This is an utter disgrace!

Despite their anger, they were helpless.

Anton may not have broken through to the demigod level yet, but his strength is not far from that of a demigod.

The result of that battle just now has proven that they have no way to deal with Anton.

They can't even restrain them.

In large-scale wars, if one side's top combat power cannot restrain the other side's top combat power, it means that the other side has gained a highly mobile and unstoppable weapon of mass destruction.

The consequences would be terrifying to even think about.

Especially when this enemy also possesses terrifying power comparable to that of a demigod.

It can be said that from the moment they were defeated by Anton, the outcome of this war was already a foregone conclusion.

Of course, they could also grit their teeth and continue the war.

But in that case, the best outcome would be to perish together with the Silvermoon Clan.

This is completely contrary to their original purpose in starting the war.

A silence enveloped the crowd.

No one spoke.

But those present already knew in their hearts what to do.

Rexxar watched this scene with an expression so complex it defied description.

I thought I had already overestimated Anton's speed of improvement, but I still underestimated him by a large margin.

It hasn't been long since Anton killed several Saints of the Bloodclaw Clan and was recognized as having reached the pinnacle of Sainthood, yet his strength has already improved dramatically again.

Rexxar himself was a renowned genius among the orcs, no, throughout the entire continent, but compared to Anton, he was utterly insignificant.

He single-handedly forced Bloodhowl Fortress, one of the five major powers, to back down and retreat.

Rexxar could already foresee the enormous sensation this news would cause across the entire continent.