Elven cultivators

More than ten kilometers north of Silvermoon Forest, on the plains.

The leaden-gray clouds hung low like a curtain, dimming and sombering the light of day.

A cold wind, carrying sand and the stench of blood, swept in, stinging one's face.

When Anton and his two companions arrived, the battle had already reached a fever pitch.

The grey-green lizardmen surged toward the edge of the forest like a tide, their roars deafening. The elven warriors relied on the trees and thorns as a defensive line to resist step by step, arrows and spells exploding into clouds of blood mist among the enemy ranks.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the ground was soaked in blood, making it sticky and slippery to walk on.

Elena was wielding two short blades in a fierce battle with a dragon-lizardman when she caught a glimpse of three figures rushing from the depths of the forest. Upon closer inspection, her brows furrowed immediately.

"Anton? What's he doing here?"

Irene forced her opponent back with a sword strike, then stepped back a few paces and shouted at Anton, "Anton, what are you doing here? We don't need your help here, go back!"

Anton turned and smiled slightly at her, but kept walking.

Elena tried to stop them, but was entangled by the dragon lizardmen who pounced on her again. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue fighting, but she was extremely anxious.

Anton's strength is indeed formidable, almost unmatched among Silver-ranked warriors. However, this time he faces an army of thousands of lizardmen, including Gold-ranked dragon lizardmen, making this a completely different matter from the previous small-scale battles.

On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes; what if something happens to Andong...?

Irene dared not think any further and could only grit her teeth and intensify her offensive, thinking of eliminating her enemy as soon as possible before going to Anton's side.

However, her opponent was also a Gold-ranked player, and his strength was no weaker than hers, making it almost impossible to determine a winner in a short period of time.

Anton paid no attention to Elena's thoughts, and with a flash, he rushed towards the most densely packed area of ​​the battlefield.

Roman and Eleanor wanted to follow, but they didn't have Anton's swift and agile movements. They were quickly stopped by the lizardmen and had to brace themselves and fight together.

In the blink of an eye, Anton rushed to the center of the battlefield.

This was also the area where the war was most intense, with elves and lizardmen fighting each other, the air thick with blood and limbs flying everywhere.

The lizard people quickly noticed this graceful sprite.

Despite being in the middle of the battlefield, he acted as if he were strolling leisurely in his own backyard, completely out of place amidst the bloodshed and violence around him.

Such a performance undoubtedly attracted a lot of hatred, and many lizardmen immediately surrounded him with ferocious expressions.

Anton remained calm, not even drawing his sword, but simply striking out with a palm.

That usually slender, fair hand now emitted a blazing red light, the surrounding air currents seemed to be scorched by fire, and the scorching shockwaves swept forward like a raging wave.

The lizardmen had no time to react; they were instantly struck by the scorching heat and sent flying with screams.

After landing, they howled and rolled on the ground, their exposed skin turning bright red, as if scalded by boiling water, with numerous blisters appearing.

The screams quickly faded, turning into a few convulsive sobs, before finally fading into deathly silence.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Anton's eyes.

While both are weapon-melting techniques, the power unleashed by true essence far surpasses that of the previous techniques using spiritual energy.

Even without physical contact with the target, one can kill remotely.

The surrounding lizardmen were stunned by this scene, their fierce light vanishing and replaced by instinctive fear.

They looked at each other, hesitant and not daring to go forward.

He still didn't draw his sword, relying solely on his two bare hands to strike. Each strike unleashed a scorching shockwave that sent the lizardman flying like straw.

The muffled whooshing sound, like thunder, echoed across the battlefield.

In a short while, Anton had already penetrated the center of the battlefield and single-handedly charged deep into the lizardmen's lines.

Several dragon-lizardmen had already locked their eyes on him, and upon seeing this, they immediately hissed and gave orders.

Hundreds of lizardman warriors immediately surrounded them from all directions, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

Anton remained expressionless and suddenly opened his mouth.

A clear and resounding dragon roar suddenly exploded, like thunder rolling across the clouds, and instantly echoed throughout the entire wasteland.

The sonic ripples suddenly erupted from him, sweeping outwards like a tsunami. Wherever they passed, the lizardmen were as if they had been slammed into an invisible giant wall, their bodies exploding with mist of blood as they were thrown backwards and fell to the ground.

Within a radius of 100 meters, nearly 100 lizardmen died instantly, none of them escaping.

A strange blank space suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Both sides, friend and foe, were stunned by this scene.

Needless to say, the lizardmen were shocked, and even the friendly elves were stunned, subconsciously swallowing hard.

Anton rarely takes action within the clan. Aside from the practical assessment back then, there was only the Wind Whisperer Trial.

While his instant kill of the Riftdragon was undeniably powerful, it paled in comparison to the sheer awe-inspiring sight of him casually slaughtering the ferocious lizardmen like ants.

Elena had been keeping an eye on Anton whenever she had a spare moment, and seeing this, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This little guy is a natural-born battlefield weapon!

"...Why does it feel like Anton's strength has increased again?"

Roman muttered under his breath, pursed his lips, and chopped down the lizardman in front of him with an axe.

It looks like I'm going to lose the bet with Anton.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

Morlock's gaze fell on Anton, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"who's that person?"

He turned to his subordinate and asked.

Several of his men shook their heads, their expressions showing some surprise and doubt.

Having fought for so many years, the Molten Thorn Tribe and the Silvermoon Clan are very familiar with each other's advanced combat capabilities.

But that powerful young elf seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Before today, they had never met each other at all.

"Forget it." Moloch stopped dwelling on it and strode towards Anton. "Whoever it is, I'll kill them."

Molok, who had just broken through to the next level, was in high spirits. He believed that he could fight even the three elders of the Silvermoon Clan or the two captains of the Forest Guard. Naturally, he would not take an unknown elf seriously.

Elena quickly noticed Morlock's movements, and her expression changed drastically.

She knew that the dragon lizardman was a newly promoted gold-ranked warrior of the Molten Thorn tribe, with formidable strength and ruthless methods.

The opponent had fought her several times, and although he had never gained the upper hand, he had not been defeated either, which was quite remarkable.

Anton is certainly formidable, but he'd probably be at a disadvantage against that dragon-lizard man.

If anything were to happen to Anton, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Elena became increasingly anxious and tried to abandon her opponent to support Anton.

But the dragon-lizardmen who were fighting her also saw through her scheme, and with a sinister grin, they clung to her tightly, not giving her a chance to escape.

After several failed attempts to escape, Elena looked grim and sighed inwardly.

Now, all we can do is hope that Anton will be more alert and seize the opportunity to break free of Morlock and leave the battlefield.