Chapter 353: Chapter 353: The Fierce Battle
"But e careless... The Orc King reached the peak of the Saint Realm a century ago, with imnse strength. He can tear through defenses of the sa level with just his bare hands. Be cautious," said the King of Reem, wearing green armor and holding a magnificent longbow.
"Hmph, so what? The Orc King may still be the sa as a century ago, but we have not stood still. I recently comprehended the Profundity of Heat, and this ti, we'll defeat him thoroughly!" A robust middle-aged man showed a confident smile.
King Milan glanced at the middle-aged man from the Kingdom of Ice and said softly, "I feel the sa. I'm sure all the fire-type Saints benefited from the world's recent transformation...
"Indeed. Comprehending profundities out of thin air-this is the first ti I've experienced such a thing in my life!" said the third, and last, fire-type Saint.
"The world's will seems favor the fire elent too much. Why haven't the other elents changed?" soone said, their voice filled with jealousy.
"That's nonsense. Just recently, the trajectory of the world's profundities beca much clearer. I even made a breakthrough because of it."
"Alright, alright. The orcs are almost here. Let's discuss things unrelated to the war later."
Seeing shadows rapidly approaching, Rhett raised his hand, imdiately silencing the conversation.
The other Saints obediently closed their mouths. After all, when Rhett had gathered them for support, he had ensured his authority through a 'friendly sparring' match...
Having witnessed Rhett's terrifying power, everyone had naturally co to respect him.
"Rhett! Prepare to die!"
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the front, like an invisible sonic bomb, shaking the heavens and the earth. The space around them distorted slightly, and the mountains of the canyon front collapsed instantly, causing the ground to quake.
The violent roar of the Bearn caused an uproar in the human army.
Fortunately, Rhett quickly stabilized the earth elent, forming a gravitational field that prevented large-scale casualties among the human forces.
Swish, swish, swish
The leaders from both sides t, their figures flickering as they flew into the sky, reaching a high altitude, several thousand ters above the ground, in a mutual and unspoken agreent.
Over a dozen orcs of varying sizes faced off against the dozen human Saints in the air.
Their gazes t, and the sparks between them seed to ignite the air. The atmosphere was so thick with killing intent that it almost solidified into lightning.
Rhett's eyes were cold, unafraid.
This was his first ti seeing the Orc King in person. His fur was white as snow, his eyes glead like diamonds, and his body stretched over ten ters in length. The muscles under his fur rippled like a series mountain peaks.
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"Those who slaughter my orc people deserve death!"
The Orc King's fiery temper was uncontrollable. His voice was low and loud, and even his ordinary speech caused the air around them to vibrate with sonic booms.
A gust of wind blew past it was the work of a wind-type Archmage who conjured a wind barrier to counter the sonic waves, causing crackling sounds as the two forces collided.
So of the Saints frowned, their gazes toward the Orc King filled with apprehension, clearly intimidated by the power that ca so easily to him.
Rhett narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that the Orc King's bloodline powers were indeed terrifying. He was many tis stronger than the average Bearman, and every movent he made was filled with imnse power.
Without restraint, a simple word from him could kill a group of lower-level transcendents..
"Phyllis, as the King of the Orcs, you've annexed countless of our lands. I urge you to return them imdiately, or today, you will suffer a heavy defeat!" Finally, soone broke the silence. King Milan glared furiously, the flas from his sword evaporating the surrounding moisture into mist!
The Ice Queen, her robe fluttering in the wind, held her longbow and aid it at the Orc King. She said proudly, "Invaders, your end is near. Our world is about to be cleansed. If you don't retreat to your holand, we'll grant you nothing but death."
"Why bother talking? Let's charge and cut them to pieces!" shouted an elderly knight riding a massive white tiger, his spear raised high. He was the only one among the Saints who had a Saint-level magical beast.
Because of this, his lifespan was nearing its end, and he was prepared to give his life in this war, hoping to burn the last of his strength in a final blaze of glory.
"Roar!"
The white tiger beneath him roared mightily, swiping its claws through the air.
"Roar!"
But a louder roar ca from the front, a sound unlike any other, shattering space like a mirror. The air exploded like a barrel of gunpowder.
Boom, boom, boom!
"That cursed Orc King! He doesn't follow the rules. He's launching a sneak
attack!"
"Charge! Let's finish this once and for all-today, the fate of humanity and the orcs will be decided!"
The King of Reem, encased in stone armor, rallied the troops with a battle cry. His longbow glowed with an earthy yellow light as he fired an arrow that shot through the air like a bolt of thunder, shaking the very space as it flew toward the
Orc King,
"Pathetic human worms! If you won't die peacefully, daring to stand in the way of the Great Beast God's will, then prepare to be consud by the final flas of
war."
The Bearman Chieftain pounded his chest, producing a resounding thud, before raising his massive white paws and bringing them down with a roar:
"All Saint-level orcs, hear ! Our people have been slaughtered by humans. It's ti for revenge! We will take this world for our own!"
"Charge with !"
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...
In an instant, countless shadows flickered across the sky.
The opposing forces, wielding the most powerful strength in the world, clashed
head-on.
A barrage of attacks erupted, causing an unparalleled disturbance across the heavens and earth!
The sinister Phantom Poison Snaken took a strategic position, releasing a cloud of poisonous mist that turned the entire area into a toxic fog.
But in the next mont, a wind-type Saint white robes waved his wand, summoning a mighty gust that cleared the air in an instant.
Bloodmoon Werewolves and Shadow Tigers entered their bloodthirsty and shadow-form states, sneaking into the rear of the battlefield.
However, a light-elent Saint, his eyes shining like the sun, swung his sword,
unleashing a white sword beam that tore through space, brimming with
boundless sharpness.
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz
A high-frequency hum sounded as a gravitational field locked down the space, trapping the two Saint-level orcs who had been trying to sneak in.
Swish, swish, swish, swish....
Multicolored strikes shot from all directions.
"Roar!"
Another roar echoed across the battlefield.
The Bearman Chieftain had pushed his roaring ability to the extre, aiming his
sonic blasts at the human Saints encircling the two orcs.
At that mont, an elderly Saint riding a white tiger fearlessly charged at the Orc
King. Even though his battle aura was scattered by the sonic waves, and his armor shattered, his skin tearing open, the determination in his eyes never wavered. His muscles bulged, his teeth clenched tightly, and with iron will, he thrust his sword straight into the Bearman Chieftain's chest. Blood stread down his chest as the blade sank deep.
A Draconian Saint, fists clenched in rage, raised his massive hand and struck
toward the elderly knight's head.
"Master Pudi!"
The Ice Queen let out a piercing scream, her longbow shifting direction as she
shot an arrow at the Draconian's head.
Four long swords aligned, transforming into a piercing arrow of unstoppable
force. The white light seed to stretch from one end of the world to the other. At the last mont, the Draconian twisted his body, narrowly dodging the white arrow, which veered off course.
But right behind the arrow, a spike suddenly curved and struck the Draconian's eye. The power of disintegration exploded, instantly obliterating his head. Though the wound was small, it was more than enough to be fatal. The Draconian Saint's body twitched uncontrollably as his limbs and tail flailed in midair. His body fell to the ground, landing in a deep crater, lifeless.
At the sa ti, the elderly knight, determined to die, pushed his sword deeper
At the sa ti, the elderly knight, determined to die, pushed his sword deeper
into the Orc King's chest, using the last of his strength to drive the blade further
in.
Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted close by. The knight, who had been focused intently, was caught off guard. In the next mont, his body exploded into a
cloud of blood.
The snow-white fur of the Orc King was stained red with blood. He licked his lips and growled, "Foolish worm. All of you will die!"
In the next second, the Orc King charged at Rhett like a cannonball. Having witnessed the disintegration that killed the Draconian, the Orc King now feared
Rhett's power.
After all, the Profundity of Disintegration, which hadn't been comprehended in
millennia, had now reappeared. The threat was too great-Rhett had to be eliminated as quickly as possible.
On the other side of the battlefield, three fiery dragons suddenly erged. King
Milan, the middle-aged warrior, and another fire-elent Saint surrounded a Draconian in a three-pronged formation.
The Profundity of Heat erupted simultaneously from all three, and even the Draconian's hard, silver-white scales lted into liquid silver under the intense
heat.
A wave of frost swept through the air, and countless droplets of silver transford into beads of frozen liquid, falling from the sky like rain. The Orc King glanced at the grueso death of his fellow ore from the corner of
his eye, his eyelid twitching. How had these human Saints made such rapid progress in the profundities over just a few decades?
As the Orc King drew closer, Rhett's lips curled into a cold smile. With composure,
he summoned a radiant Earthlight Shield.
A brilliant layer of earth-yellow light enveloped him, soon coated with the power
of vibration, warping and distorting the air around it.
The Bearman Chieftain struck with a massive paw, creating a deafening boom. The impact sent tremors through the Earthlight Shield, and Rhett's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected that anyone in the sa realm could physically withstand the power of vibration!
The force had nearly shattered the Earthlight Shield entirely.
Of course, the Orc King felt the repercussions as well. His paw throbbed painfully
as the force of the vibrations turned his muscles to pulp, although his thick skin
concealed the damage.
While using his bloodline powers to heal his hand, the Orc King took a deep breath, his chest swelling like a hill before collapsing with a roar.
The roar, amplified by his innate gift, blasted directly at Rhett. With a deafening explosion, the previously indestructible Earthlight Shield
shattered into fragnts.
A massive paw blotted out the sky. Rhett's human-sized body was dwarfed by it,
and the shadow of the paw covered his face as it ca crashing down. Boom! The soundwave rolled across the battlefield.
But the anticipated scene of Rhett being crushed into pulp did not occur. Instead,
the Bearman Chieftain frowned, suddenly feeling a sharp pain. He looked down and saw that one of his fingers had been pierced by a spike,
He looked down and saw that one of his fingers had been pierced by a spike,
drawing blood. Slowly, the spike unleashed the power of disintegration, breaking down his flesh.
The Orc King's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his arm, shaking
Rhett off and retreating.
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He looked at his right hand, where his severed in half. His face twisted in fury. "As expected of the Orc King, your hide is tough. I used my full strength, and yet I
only managed to take half a finger!" Rhett said with a satisfied smile. He wiggled his fingers and added, "Surrender now. You have no chance of winning. Why not lead all your orest surrender, and I'll allow you to beco my mount!" "How dare you insult the Orc King! You will die for this!" ca an angry shout
from behind. A massive Shadow Tiger, in its shadow-form state, sped toward
Rhett. The sheer speed blinded everyone as its claws, gleaming in the sunlight, aid straight for Rhett's head.
Shhh!
In an instant, the Saint-level Shadow Tiger unleashed thousands of claw strikes,
creating a blur of afterimages.
In his Profundity of Dispersion state, Rhett's body disintegrated like flowing
sand, quickly reforming as his spiritual energy drained. Faced with attacks from both front and back, Rhett remained calm. He wouldn't
let himself be taken down so easily. His spiritual energy spread outward, and the surrounding earth elent ford a powerful gravitational field. Every particle of the elent exuded imnse gravitational force, trapping the Shadow Tiger in
place.
Swish, swish, swish
A Dinsional Blade and a Radiant Arrow shot from opposite directions, slashing
into the Shadow Tiger's back and arms.
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Puff!
The Shadow Tiger's defenses were surprisingly fragile. After taking such a risky approach and launching a frenzied assault, it couldn't withstand the two profound
strikes. Blood splattered onto Rhett's arm as the Shadow Tiger's body once again began to emit black and purple mist, trying to escape in its shadow-form. But Rhett's gaze was icy. He gave no chance for escape. At point-blank range, he
summoned a spike, as sharp as a dagger, which pierced straight into the Shadow Tiger's chest.
In an instant, the body disintegrated into nothing.
The Orc King, watching his comrades fall one by one, let out a thunderous roar
that echoed through the sky.
His words were encrypted in a special language that none of the humans could understand. But the actions that followed made the Orc King's intent clear. Three Phantom Poison Snaken grouped together in perfect sync, their scales
gleaming brightly. In the next mont, their scales began to dissolve into their bodies, the energy being absorbed within. Then, their skin took on a smooth, erald-green glow, as though they had been transford into sculptures of polished jade.
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