A few minutes ago

The Dark Elves looked up at the distance, puzzled why Lord Kaelan would become so agitated after seeing the pillar of fire.

"Stop."

Tier Five's Amosa raised his hand and ordered with a firm voice.

"Yes!"

The Dark Elves immediately halted their steps, warily scanning their surroundings.

Whoosh~~

A wave of heat blew from afar, scattering leaves in its path.

The scene was silent; everyone remained on alert, awaiting Kaelan's return.

Just then, a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared, immediately detected by the powerful Dark Elves.

"An Elf!"

The Dark Elves were taken aback and then grinned with bloodthirsty excitement.

Trying to rescue the Qingyu Tribe's little princess single-handedly?

You are truly courting death~

Crack, crack, crack

The sound of footsteps crushing the dry leaves

In the dim forest, a figure slowly approached

The figure was slightly thin, holding a longsword in the right hand, and dragging a massive object with the left hand. It seemed very heavy, making it cumbersome to drag.

"A human?"

Upon seeing the face coming into focus, the Dark Elves were more surprised.

A human dared to venture into the Dark Forest to rescue the Qingyu Tribe's little princess.

Is he out of his mind?

"Whoosh~"

Alan stopped, waved the longsword to cut the spider silk, and immediately, bundled iron balls and steel beads rolled out.

"Human."

Amosa sneered coldly, "What benefits did the Silver Moon Tribe promise you that led you here?"

Alan looked at him calmly and spoke, surprisingly in perfect Elven:

"The Silver Moon Tribe promised me nothing. I came of my own accord."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dark Elves were taken aback for a moment.

They had never seen a human speak such fluent and pure Elven before.

"This human is interesting."

Amosa grinned and waved his hand, "Seize him!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~

A dozen Dark Elves immediately sprang into action, weapons in hand, rushing toward Alan.

Looking at the bloodthirsty and cruel faces, surprisingly, Alan felt an unusual calmness, murmuring:

"Qin Tian, you were right. I am now a qualified warrior."

The fighting intent surged in his eyes, blue Spiritual Energy blossomed at the sword's edge. In an instant, the seal was lifted, and strange ripples appeared on the sword, rippling like water waves. Mysterious runes solidified from the void, appearing to dance along the sword's spine like ancient secret words.

Vines sprouted from the sword hilt, green light surged, entwining Alan's wrist. Dormant power broke forth like a torrent, converting fierce Sword Intent into substance that soared straight to the clouds.

"Slash!!!"

Alan swung the sword horizontally, sword light rampaged, its sharpness tearing through space, sweeping forward.

Not good!

A strong sense of crisis surged in their hearts, and the dozen Dark Elves showed fear, immediately deploying Spirit Shields.

However, before the sword light, the thick Spirit Shields were as fragile as paper.

Shields were torn apart, and the Dark Elves were shredded into dozens of pieces by the fierce sword light. As the blood mist burst, the remains fell like withered leaves onto the scorched earth, landing with a dull thud that grated on teeth.

The remaining Dark Elves trembled all over, faces reflecting terror.

Amosa fixated on that sword, memories deep inside him shook violently—those faintly visible patterns on the sword body appeared familiar.

Buzz~~

The blade quivered slightly, as if shivering with excitement.

Alan's battle intent surged around him like an impending eruptive volcano, shattering the rock beneath his foot, morphing into a green shadow that charged into the Dark Elves' formation.

"Courting death!!!"

Amosa snorted coldly. Although this human was not weak, even bringing a faint sense of threat, to charge into the formation alone to save someone was rather laughable.

"Bright Moon Slash!"

Alan slashed, the longsword carved a semi-circular silver arc in the air, with vast Spiritual Energy condensing into a crescent moon illusion. Wherever the moonlight reached, the ground cracked open, the obstructing Giant Beast was cleaved in two, and a warm rain of blood poured down.

The Dark Elves looked fearful, instinctively retreating, creating a bloody path for Alan.

Alan's eyes fixed on Vinoya atop the giant wolf, quickening his pace and accelerating rapidly.

Yet, when he was less than fifty meters away from Vinoya, a figure suddenly blocked his path.

It was Amosa, a Tier Five Dark Elf.

Boom!!!

The longsword slashed diagonally, evil energy roiling straight toward Alan's face.

Alan parried crosswise.

Clang!!!

Evil Energy and Spiritual Energy collided, the resulting energy storm uprooting withered trees within dozens of meters. Alan's hand trembled from the shock, retreating three steps, leaving deep grooves in the ground.

"With this level of strength, you think you can save someone? Overreaching yourself!"

Amosa sneered coldly.

The next moment, the surrounding Dark Elves all charged toward Alan, sword qi and blade light enveloping him.

At this crucial moment, a white light flashed.

A faint film enveloped Alan, blocking all assaults outside.

"A Body Protecting Spiritual Artifact?"

Amosa frowned, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Let's see how long your Body Protecting Spiritual Artifact can hold.

Boom!!!

A slash of evil energy sword qi flew at the film, yet the Tier Five sword qi couldn't budge the film.

Amosa's face showed no expression; he swung sword after sword, while the other Dark Elves continued their attacks on Alan.

Inside the protective barrier, Alan took a deep breath, casting a glance at Vinoya, then a slash of sword qi flew out at an angle.

There was no enemy in front of the sword qi, it seemed like Alan made a mistake in panic.

However, at this moment, Amosa's pupils suddenly shrank.

The target of the sword qi wasn't anyone, but the large iron ball scattered nearby.

Clang—!

When the sword qi bit into the iron ball like a silver snake, the thick metal shell cracked open like rotten wood split by an axe.

The next instant, a scorching heat wave carrying glaring crimson light burst forth, like an ancient volcano awakening after millennia of slumber, the hot breath scorching everything within a hundred meters, distorting the air.

Boom!!!

The explosion was deafening, scarlet flames shot skyward like a beast unleashed from a cage, akin to dozens of tons of dynamite detonating at once.

The violent shockwave transformed into invisible giant hands, tearing from the ground stones and debris, intertwining smoke and flames into a chaotic purgatory.

However, this was merely the beginning of the nightmare.

The aftermath of the explosion swept over nearby iron balls and steel beads like the scythe of Death God. In a flash, the ball after ball containing lethal energy exploded one after another, the ensuing cacophony of explosions resembled the doom's bell tolling. Crimson fire pillars soared skyward, potentially tearing the sky apart, while an overwhelming sea of fire swept in all directions, reducing everything in its path to ashes, grilling the earth into charred cracks.

In this cataclysmic explosive frenzy, the Dark Elves and Black Beasts wailed in despair; they didn't even have time to conceive the thought of resistance before being vaporized by the terrifying shockwave and scorching flames, dispersing as dust in the wind.

Amosa's face twisted with effort, straining to uphold his Spirit Shield. The shield vibrated violently within the sea of fire, each impact resonating like a hammer striking his heart.

The shield was compressed continuously, its edge showcasing fractal patterns of cracks as if ready to collapse at any moment. He clamped his teeth, unleashing his spiritual energy without reserve, sweat beading down his face.

Amidst this, nearby two figures clung tightly to each other, enveloped in a thin film that held fast against the battering of the fiery storm.

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