Chapter 311: Chapter 284: Indeed Became the Prey

"Damn you, Elf!"

Saphiras’s angry roar echoed across the sea.

He glared at Anton, his vertical pupils brimming with undisguised killing intent.

Concerned about his injuries, he hadn’t dared to use his full strength.

But now, he could no longer hold back. His mind was consumed by a single thought—kill this arrogant Elf!

The moment the words fell, the air for kilometers around seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand, freezing solid.

Anton felt the air from all directions become like solid walls, pressing in on him.

The Profound Gold Sword Light in the void was also affected.

The beams of light, once as agile as swimming fish, were now as if coated in thick glue. Their speed dropped sharply, their trajectories becoming sluggish.

The sharp hiss the sword light made when cutting through the air turned into a dull drone, as if it were slicing not through air but some denser medium.

In stark contrast to Anton was Saphiras’s speed.

The figure of the Saint-level Giant Dragon blurred in the wind, moving so fast it seemed to become one with it.

With a single flap of his wings, he would appear over a thousand meters away.

With every turn, he left several afterimages in the air, making it impossible to distinguish the real body from the illusions.

The swift and agile nature of the Wind Element was pushed to its absolute limit in him.

Formless, intangible, and omnipresent, yet also all-pervasive and inescapable.

Anton couldn’t even lock onto his position with his eyes.

If not for his Divine Sense, he would have been completely unable to track the Saint-level Giant Dragon, let alone guide his sword light to attack.

The spectating Giant Dragons had to retreat again, pulling back even farther to barely stabilize themselves.

They gazed at the cyan figure standing in the center of the storm, their vertical pupils filled with awe.

This was the power of a Saint.

Even injured, even not at his peak, it was still a level no Legendary Tier could hope to reach.

"So this is the Power of Law of a Saint..."

Anton’s eyes flickered.

His robes whipped loudly in the fierce wind, and the golden Gang Qi on his body’s surface flickered unsteadily under the wind’s pressure, like a candle flame swaying in a storm.

Yet his expression remained unchanged as he directed his sword light to attack Saphiras.

The moment the sword light entered the storm, its speed plummeted.

The formless air currents were like invisible chains, coiling around the beams of light, trying to tear and strangle them.

But this was when the earthy yellow glow on the sword light’s surface came into play.

The profound, heavy essence, as solid as a mountain, acted like a layer of invisible armor, blocking the wind’s corrosive pressure entirely.

Although the sword light’s speed decreased, it still pressed steadily toward Saphiras.

Imbued with Divine Daoist Essence, the sword light’s might could rival or even surpass that of Divine Techniques.

Two hundred fifty-six beams of sword light were equivalent to two hundred fifty-six Divine Techniques.

Not even the Power of Law of a mighty Saint could completely suppress them.

’Damn it, what is the deal with this guy?’

Saphiras’s expression was as dark as water.

He had lived for over a thousand years and seen countless individuals of the Legendary Tier.

But not a single one could compare to the Elf before him.

This guy’s strength had long surpassed that of all the peak Legends he had ever seen.

Even the peak Legend-rank royal Giant Dragons of his clan were far inferior.

’He’s just at the Legendary Tier, so how can he have such astonishing strength?’

The killing intent in Saphiras’s eyes burned hotter. His figure flashed, transforming into a streak of cyan light as he shot toward Anton to kill him.

Anton’s expression didn’t change as he flicked his wrist.

A Red Gold Cover flew from his palm, growing with the wind. In an instant, it became a massive cover hundreds of meters tall, descending upon Saphiras.

On the cover’s walls, nine Fire Dragons animated from their embossed state, transforming into nine colossal flame dragons. They opened their maws and spewed a divine fire capable of incinerating all creation at Saphiras.

The scorching flames lit the night sky as if it were day. A heatwave rolled out in all directions, and even the distant sea surface began to steam, releasing great clouds of white mist under the intense heat.

At the same time, a Profound Yellow Seal flew from Anton’s sleeve, expanding rapidly into a mountain-sized seal that came crashing down on Saphiras’s head.

Before the seal even arrived, a heavy pressure, like the sky itself collapsing, descended and caused Saphiras’s movements to briefly falter.

Attacked by two Profound Artifacts at once, Saphiras was forced to abandon his offense and switch to defense.

And just then, the sword light attacked again.

Seizing the moment Saphiras was pinned by the two Profound Artifacts, the two hundred fifty-six beams of sword light cut into the storm from different directions, leaving a series of wounds on his body.

The expressions on the faces of the distant spectating Giant Dragons had turned from shock to stupor.

’What are we seeing?’

’Lord Saphiras, being pushed to this extent by a Legendary Tier Elf?’

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed something so bizarre.

On the battlefield, Anton maneuvered his Magical Treasures and sword light against Saphiras while silently assessing the difference in their strengths.

By this point in the battle, he had a rough judgment of his own power level.

With the Heaven-Overturning Seal and the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, two Profound Artifacts, he now possessed the qualifications to fight a Saint.

He specified ’fight a Saint,’ not ’defeat a Saint,’ because the Gale Wing Dragon before him was injured.

Against a Saint at their peak, he might be able to hold on for a while, but he would most likely not be their opponent in the end.

Not unless he could integrate the other four Laws into the embryonic True Seal, condense it into a Magical Power True Seal, and elevate the might of his Divine Techniques and sword light to a higher level, while also raising his Sword Pill to the Spiritual Artifact tier.

Only then might he truly possess the power to contend with a Saint at their peak.

Having gotten the information he wanted, Anton no longer wished to prolong the fight. His figure flickered, and he rapidly retreated.

Saphiras was momentarily stunned, but then a mocking look appeared in his vertical pupils.

"Trying to escape?"

He sneered, flapped his wings violently, and transformed into a streak of cyan light, chasing after Anton.

"You think you can get away?"

Anton chuckled dismissively. "Don’t be hasty. The real battle is just beginning."

The moment the words fell, he waved his sleeve.

Twelve figures materialized out of thin air before him.

Their figures were tall and majestic, each shrouded in a different colored halo.

Dark gold, silver-blue, crimson, earthy yellow, deep blue, or cyan-green—twelve colors, twelve auras.

One of the dark gold figures flashed forward, swinging its sword at Saphiras.

Sensing the void-tearing sharpness contained within the Dark Gold Longsword, Saphiras’s vertical pupils constricted, and he immediately swiped with his claw to meet the attack.

CLANG!

Claw met sword.

A crisp impact sound exploded, sending sparks flying.

The two separated after a single touch.

Saphiras glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a cut on the scales of his right claw.

He stared intently at the dark gold figure, a trace of shocked suspicion flashing in the depths of his pupils.

’An Alchemy Puppet!’

’An Alchemy Puppet that can block my attack head-on!’

’What in the world is this thing?’

The distant Giant Dragons were in an uproar.

"What kind of Alchemy Puppet is that?"

"It actually blocked Lord Saphiras’s attack head-on!"

"Impossible! Not even an ancient Golem at the Legend tier is that strong!"

But what shocked the Giant Dragons even more than the immense strength displayed by the Alchemy Puppet was that there were twelve of them!

As they watched in horror, the twelve figures suddenly moved.

The Six Jia divine generals led the charge with overwhelming momentum.

Sword light, lightning, flames, weak water... six distinct types of power poured toward Saphiras from all directions, sealing off all his escape routes.

Saphiras, instead of retreating, advanced, attempting to crush them head-on with the power of a Saint. However, the moment his claw-wind touched the torrent of attacks, it was like a clay ox entering the sea—it simply vanished. He was instead forced back repeatedly by the immense power.

At the same time, the attack from the Six Ding divine generals followed.

A dense fog surged from the void, shrouding the battlefield so thickly that one couldn’t see their own hand in front of their face.

Poison seeped silently into the air, causing the flow of Saphiras’s Magic Power to become sluggish.

Formless sound waves pierced directly into his Divine Soul, making his consciousness flicker in and out of a daze.

A sealing power, like invisible chains, bound his limbs, forcing him to expend more energy with every movement.

The twelve divine generals each performed their roles, balanced in offense and defense, their coordination as seamless as a precision war machine.

Saphiras was beleaguered and overwhelmed, his wounds steadily increasing. No matter how he tried to channel the power of the Wind Element, he couldn’t escape his predicament, besieged on all sides.

Anton watched and nodded to himself in approval.

’Even without forming an array, the twelve divine generals working together have this injured Saint-level Giant Dragon completely suppressed.’

’They should be enough to contend with a Saint at their peak.’

’And if they form the array...’

On the battlefield, the twelve divine generals simultaneously halted their attacks. Their figures crisscrossed and shifted, and in an instant, they had each taken their positions.

The Six Jia divine generals formed the outer ring, stationed at the six positions of Heaven, Earth, Sun, Moon, Stars, and Constellations.

The Six Ding divine generals occupied the inner ring, guarding the six gates of Life, Death, Illusion, Destruction, Sealing, and Prohibition.

At that moment, the auras of the twelve divine generals fused completely, becoming as one.

A force field—formless and intangible, yet undeniably real—spread out from all twelve divine generals at once. It interwove and merged in the void, finally forming a vast domain that enveloped an area several kilometers in radius.

The array was complete.

A sudden silence fell between heaven and earth.

The sound of the wind, the waves, and the distant cries of the Giant Dragons all vanished at that moment.

It was as if an invisible hand had peeled this space away from the world.

Saphiras felt his connection to the outside world being brutally severed. He could no longer sense the flow of the Wind Element, nor could he hear the response of the Heaven and Earth Law.

He felt as if he had been stripped from the world and imprisoned in a formless, intangible cage.

Before he could even understand what was happening, the divine generals struck again.

Lightning, flames, piercing metal, heavy earth, vast waves, and fierce wind... six destructive powers interwove into an airtight barrier of attacks, blanketing the entire grand array.

Empowered by the formation, the six forces merged, reinforcing one another and growing, transforming into an unstoppable torrent of destruction that pressed in on the center of the array from all directions.

At the same time, the power of the Six Ding divine generals also merged into the array.

Fog, curses, illusions, seals... various powers of Law surged forth one after another, trapping Saphiras in endless weakness and chaos, causing his senses to fail, his strength to wane, and leaving him with no way to escape.

The power of the Six Ding and Six Jia Formation was fully revealed at this moment.

This was an inescapable kill formation, a place of no exit and certain death.

Those who entered the array could not escape. They could only be ground down bit by bit under the continuously escalating destructive assault until they were utterly annihilated.

Saphiras struggled madly within the array.

He spewed Dragon Breath, tore with his claws, and whipped up hurricanes with his wings, but he could not break out of the formation.

He could only watch helplessly as his power and life force drained away.

He raised his head and looked through the dense layers of fog and curtains of light, toward the figure standing with hands clasped behind his back outside the array. A look of terror and despair finally appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Saphiras finally understood.

He had truly become that Elf’s prey.

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