Elven cultivators

The Sun Crest is Zogu's trump card.

This was another trump card that Marcus had given him.

His original plan was to first exhaust Leonard's power, and then suddenly activate the emblem when the latter was exhausted, catching the opponent off guard and securing victory in one fell swoop.

But Anton's arrival completely disrupted his plans.

A young elf, whom no one had ever seen before, single-handedly swept through the entire battlefield, causing the tribal army to nearly collapse and its morale to plummet.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have needed to reveal his trump card, the Sun Crest, in advance.

Zhuogu suddenly remembered that the one who killed Molok was also a young elf, most likely the one in front of him.

Suddenly, his gaze toward Anton turned exceptionally cold, and killing intent surged within his golden-red vertical pupils.

The Grand Elder had also caught his breath and stared solemnly at the sun emblem in the center of Zhuogu's chest.

He had heard of this magical item.

It belongs to the extraordinary level, which is one level higher than the faint light level.

It can greatly enhance the wearer's fire-attribute combat skills and spells, and also has a significant amplification effect on the power of laws.

No wonder Zhuogu's scorching power of the law suddenly surged so much.

The Grand Elder didn't even have time to figure out how Anton recognized the Sun Emblem; his heart sank.

He was already at a disadvantage, being firmly suppressed by Zhuogu, and now that his opponent's strength had greatly increased, he was even less of a match for him.

Even with Anton's assistance, the situation cannot be changed.

Although both are of the Gold rank, the difference in combat power between them and those who have awakened the power of laws is like night and day.

While Anton is undoubtedly strong, he could only manage to protect himself against Zogu, who wields the Sun Crest. It was impossible to expect him to influence the course of the battle.

The situation looked extremely unfavorable to them no matter how you looked at it.

Now we can only hope that the others can defeat their opponents as soon as possible, freeing up their resources to work together against Zhuogu. Perhaps then there is still hope of victory.

"Stop daydreaming, Leonard."

Seemingly having guessed the Grand Elder's thoughts, Zhuo Gu's face showed a cold smile.

"You will all die here today."

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the Grand Elder and Anton, his face full of composure and smugness.

The sun emblem on his chest shimmered with light, like a second heart beating.

"After I've dealt with you, I'll send your people and those short, stocky fellows down to the River Styx to join you."

The elder's face was grim. He ignored the other party's words and silently gathered his magic power.

At this point, there's no use in trying to win arguments; we have no choice but to fight with our backs against the wall.

Anton remained calm throughout, but with a flick of his wrist, a longsword engraved with intricate runes appeared in his palm.

This composed demeanor only intensified the murderous intent in Zhuo Gu's eyes.

He snorted coldly, then suddenly swooped down, his sharp claws carrying a wave of scorching heat, and viciously clawed at Anton's face.

Although the Grand Elder was seriously injured, his reaction was not slow at all.

He suddenly raised his hand, and several thick thorny vines, as thick as arms, burst forth from the ground, coiling around Zhuogu's claws like pythons, forcefully blocking the attack.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Anton flashed away, retreating several feet, while simultaneously making a fist with his right hand, lightning crackling between his fingers.

Palm Thunder!

The lightning, accompanied by a tooth-grinding hiss of electricity, slammed straight toward Zhuogu's face.

The latter raised his hand to block, and the intense light in his palm collided with the lightning, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar.

At the same time, a wisp of gray lightning quietly seeped from Anton's palm and drifted towards Zhuogu.

The lightning, dim as a dying ember, silently disappeared into Zhuogu's body amidst the aftershocks of the exploding palm lightning, vanishing without a trace.

With the blessing of the Sun Emblem, Zogu knew that an elf who hadn't even mastered the power of laws couldn't possibly break through the defenses of the Crimson Gold Armor and harm him. Therefore, he paid no attention to Anton's attack and was completely unaware of the inconspicuous ray of lightning.

The moment the lightning entered his body, he vaguely sensed something was wrong, but after focusing his mind and sensing it, he couldn't find the source.

At this moment, Anton pressed down with his left hand, and a wave of icy blue light swept out, heading straight for his chest.

Ice Soul Mystic Light!

Wherever the cold air passes, fine ice crystals condense in the air, sparkling like broken diamonds.

Water and fire are mutually exclusive, and the Ice Soul Mystic Light posed a greater threat to Zhuogu than the Palm Thunder. The latter, having his attention interrupted, swung his claws to release a large area of ​​scorching heat waves, which collided violently with the ice blue halo, hissing and crackling, and white mist instantly rose and spread.

The icy light quickly melted away, and the intense heat wave vanished without a trace.

"That's interesting."

Zhuo Gu's eyes flickered slightly, but his tone remained contemptuous.

"Unfortunately, without the power of laws, you can't hurt me at all."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward, charging towards Anton once again.

He was determined to kill the weakest young elf first, and then turn his attention to Leonard.

The Grand Elder naturally saw through Zhuo Gu's plan and tried to stop him without saying a word, but he couldn't completely stop him.

Anton remained calm and composed, taking out a small, ice-blue plaque. With a flick of his wrist, it instantly transformed into a shield half the height of a person, blocking his path.

The shield is a deep ice blue, with crisscrossing patterns like ice cracks, and fine frost flowers condensing at the edges, giving it a misty, chilly feel.

Frost Shield!

The talismanic artifacts that Anton forged from frost-patterned alloy are of a higher quality than ordinary talismanic equipment.

clang!

Zogu's claws slammed into the shield, producing a dull metallic clang.

The chill spread along the shield's surface, condensing into a thin layer of frost on Zogu's claws, only to be instantly evaporated by the scorching red light.

The shield was slightly dented, yet it steadily blocked the attack.

"Micro-light level?"

Zhuo Gu frowned slightly, then a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

You think a mere glimmer of light-level magic item can stop him?

Zhuogu snorted coldly and swung his claws three times. After that, the ice shield shattered and turned into ice shards all over the sky.

But the next second, Anton threw out another ice tablet, which transformed into a new Frost Shield and stood firmly in front of him.

Zhuo Gu was stunned, then sneered: "I'd like to see how many you can pull out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his attack became even more ferocious.

However, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

One after another, the Frost Shields shattered under his claws, but Anton always managed to take out new shields to replace them in time, as if they were never exhausted.

In fact, Anton had already forged a large number of Frost Shields before the war began, precisely to prevent the current situation from occurring.

With his cultivation at the first level of Foundation Establishment, he would definitely be no match for Zhuo Gu in a head-on confrontation.

Even with the support of the Grand Elder, they were still bound to end up looking disheveled.

But with the Frost Shield, things are different.

Before the Frost Shield was depleted, Zhuogu had no way to deal with him.

The same is true.

Frustrated by the prolonged attack, Zhuogu grew increasingly agitated, his face turning ashen.

It was clearly just an ant that hadn't awakened any power of law, yet it had withstood all of his attacks. This was an insult to him.

The Grand Elder was both astonished and delighted by what he saw.

He hadn't expected Anton to have such a trick up his sleeve, managing to hold off Zhuogu for so long.

Although they couldn't inflict any real damage on Drago, the situation could turn around if they could stall until the others were free to act.

The three of them then engaged in a fierce battle in the ruins-like open space.

Although the Grand Elder and Anton were at a disadvantage despite their combined efforts, they were not worried about being defeated in the short term.

Time passed amidst the fierce exchanges.

As the battle continued, Zogu gradually sensed something was amiss.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if some hidden crisis was quietly approaching.