The bright light descended from the sky like the punishnt from heaven. Not just the tent where Elias was imprisoned, but even the nearby hundreds of ters of area was swallowed by the destructive beam.
Everything that ca in contact with the beam, evaporated into nothingness. Even the people that were guarding outside the tent died as their Soul Beasts failed to protect them.
"That takes care of the most unorthodox one of their batch."
The man, who had commanded his beast to attack, was filled with satisfaction as he raised his head to look at the ranking scroll.
If they were outside, he would have been a little hesitant about killing an Ashborn Descendant, but in the test, where it was recomnded, he didn't hesitate in the slightest.
As a descendant of the Asbborn Family, Elias was already a future opponent of those from the Creator Class. They didn't mind taking him out a little sooner, especially if it benefited them to grow their score in the process.
When they were facing the weaker ones from the Destroyer Class, they could still show so rcy by capturing them. But they couldn't afford the sa leniency with Elias and the other top rankers.
"Hmm? Is there sothing wrong with the ranking?" Olsen rubbed his eyes and looked again, but nothing changed.
He was still the top ranker in the Creator Class, and his score had increased by a few points. But he hadn't gained Elias's points.
A few nas had disappeared from the destroyer faction ranking, but Elias's na wasn't in that group. His na was still intact, and doing perfectly fine.
The nas that had disappeared from the ranking, were that of the lower ranked children that were intentionally left behind by those from the Destroyer Faction to make this trap more realistic.
They were the necessary sacrifices who weren't inford of the real plan.
At the sa ti, multiple powerful auras approached, with the rankers from the Destroyer Faction returning. An entrapnt formation was also activated that was cleverly hidden around the Destroyer Factions camp.
Those from the Creator Faction had been surrounded from all sides. And even worse was that they were trapped in the formation that made it impossible for them to leave this place.
"Did you like the gift that I prepared for you?" the top ranker from the Destroyer Class asked, sitting comfortably on her constellation's shoulder.
"Siera..." Olsen clenched his fist, his figure remaining still on a two legged green dragon that he had summoned. "Is this the trap that you prepared for us?"
"Just because we are caught in this formation, does that give you confidence? Don't tell you really think you can defeat with just the help of this formation," he added, with no sign of panic on his face.
The formation did restrict them to this space, but it didn't an that they were helpless. They were still as strong as ever, even if they were surrounded from all sides.
"I don't see Elias with you either. Without him, our strengths are fairly similar. We can crush you just as easily! So don't be arrogant, you bi*ch!" another boy from the Creator Faction roared.
"Who says that this is the only formation that we prepared for you?" Siera's grin widened. The mont she planned this trap, she had already arranged everything.
She had prepared two formations. One was to entrap them in this space, and the other was to weaken them.
The second formation couldn't run on its own, and they didn't have enough resources after being robbed. But they still had their own Constellations to power the second formation.
She gave a signal, and three top rankers flew to three points around the camp, stationing their Constellations on those points to activate the formation.
When the Constellations started supplying the energy to the formation, the ground lit up, forming the shape of a complex trigram.
"You!" Those from the Creator Faction already couldn't leave the space, and even when another formation appeared, their expressions grew worse.
They could feel their Summoned Beasts growing weaker, their strengths going down by at least ten percent.
Even though it was a small percentage, when their strengths were sowhat comparable, every percentage made a large difference. It was especially the case for the stronger ones.
"We can't stay in this formation for long! Break the formation for !" Olsen commanded his dragon.
The Dragon fired another aura beam, which was even stronger than the attack used to destroy the camp.
"Is that the strength that gave you the confidence just now?" Siera mocked Olsen, while her Constellation cast a celestial barrier to deflect the attack.
She was perfectly calm on the surface, but deep down, she was a little surprised as well. Olsen was at least ten present weaker now, but even then, his attack had managed to leave a crack on her barrier.
'If he had his full strength, wouldn't he be able to break the barrier and hurt us?' she thought.
"There is no need to waste ti with them. Just kill them all." She raised her hand, and commanded the others from the class.
She was already accepted as the leader in the class, and everyone followed her instructions and prepared to attack. None of them wanted to give the enemy a chance to break through the formation to hurt her.
"Damnit! If my class abilities weren't sealed, I could have broken through this pathetic barrier with a wave of my hand, as a formation lord."
"Don't cry over spilled water! We have to fight back! I'm certain their formation can't last for an eternity! We can still deal with this ss!"
Those from the Creator Class also prepared their strongest attacks to protect themselves.
The battlefield intensity had reached its peak, but the two Professors paid no attention to it. Instead, they were looking at sothing else.
Helen's eyes were wide open, and even Elten showed emotions that he rarely revealed before.
They were looking at the center of the creator, where a tent used to be, which was destroyed by the Creation Faction recently.
The dust from the attack had just started to settle, and a figure was starting to co into sight.
What made that figure special, was that there were blue flas around his body. Even his clothes seed to be burning in the blue flas that looked freezing cold.
"Is that..." Helen stood up at the sight of the flas.
"The Ice Phoenix Flas," Elten mumbled. "Looks like we found our little Inheritor."
He didn't show it openly, but for a mont, killing intent flashed in his eyes. His shadow that carried his death domain, felt a little scared before those flas.
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