In this unique space, a battle between demigod-level warriors began.

Contrary to the earth-shattering and world-flipping battle scenes imagined, it was just an ordinary exchange of blows.

After engaging with Reynolds, Arnold increasingly felt that this Beastman in front of him was even stronger than he had anticipated.

Reynolds carried no weapons or armor, and the moves he used were merely mundane punches and kicks, seemingly relying solely on his physical strength in combat.

No matter how powerful or fast Arnold's attacks were, Reynolds could always effortlessly block them with a light palm, then transform his palm into a fist and send Arnold flying dozens of kilometers.

With no fancy maneuvers, Arnold was unknowingly drawn into Reynolds' attack rhythm.

After fighting with him for a whole hour, Arnold realized that Reynolds hadn't moved from the spot the entire time, his feet simply drawing a circle on the ground.

Upon noticing this, Arnold's pupils contracted instantly; he couldn't believe the gap between them was this vast. Instead of fear, boundless battle intent surged in his heart, and he attacked Reynolds even more fiercely.

Arnold's body suddenly expanded, reaching a height of thousands of meters, engulfed in black flames, condensing a black spear hundreds of meters long in his hand.

Wielding the black spear, he thrust it down, creating a stark contrast between the massive black spear and Reynolds' tiny body.

Yet Reynolds merely watched all this calmly, then closed his eyes.

Facing Arnold's strike, filled with both battle intent and strength, he actually chose to close his eyes, a sight that filled Arnold with extreme anger.

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the spear descended, its power and energy being enough to smash a huge crater into the earth.

With his eyes closed, Reynolds appeared to slowly extend his hands, palms open, gently grasping the massive spear.

Due to the spear's colossal size, it seemed like Reynolds' hands didn't even touch it, merely coming together in front of him.

Yet this simple action forcibly halted Arnold's spear strike, unable to advance an inch.

Reynolds gently opened his eyes, gazed calmly at Arnold, and said, "I sentence you to death."

No sooner had he spoken, the black spear in Arnold's hands shattered like countless spider webs, then burst into fragments moments later.

Subsequently, Reynolds raised his right hand and gently struck down with his palm.

The towering Arnold instantly suffered a heavy blow, his gigantic body crashing to the ground, stirring up waves of yellow sand, sweeping across the land.

The next moment, Reynolds was already standing in mid-air, looking expressionlessly at Arnold, who had collapsed on the ground. Then he struck down with a slow-looking punch.

A massive fist imprint instantly appeared on Arnold's huge back.

An unimaginably massive force transmitted through Arnold, slamming his entire body into the ground, leaving a perfect human imprint on the earth.

Arnold, thus, suffered severe injuries, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, his internal organs nearly all damaged, his breath rapidly dwindling.

He knew then why the other had lured him here: to give Reynolds a one-on-one opportunity.

In this space, Reynolds had no concerns about threats from the Space Fortress, and Swain and others couldn't provide support in time, giving Reynolds ample time to deal with Arnold.

Once Arnold was dealt with, the Black Sail Legion would have only two demigod-level warriors left, giving the Beastmen side a slight chance of victory.

This space was created by an ancient Beastman priest, also serving as the tomb of countless Beastman sages of the past.

No one knows the name of this ancient Beastman priest; almost no one in the entire Beastman Plane is aware of his existence.

Even Reynolds only knows that this Beastman priest is generally called the Tomb Guardian.

Creating such a space isn't easy, especially one accommodating two demigod-level warriors.

To maintain the conditions here, the Tomb Guardian has already spent nearly all his energy and is barely holding on.

This is why Reynolds, upon appearing, wasted no words and started the battle directly; he needed to resolve the fight swiftly.

All these strategies were founded on absolute trust in Reynolds' strength. If Reynolds couldn't defeat Arnold, or if the battle dragged on, this plan would fail.

Of course, it also relied on their understanding of the Black Sail side.

The war up to now had given Reynolds some intelligence on Arnold and Swain, allowing them to guess and gauge their personalities to some degree.

As for the tenth Legion Commander, Adric, they had almost no information, as he almost never appeared on the battlefield.

Arnold lay on the ground, his large body rapidly shrinking, unable to maintain this state any longer.

After returning to his original size, he struggled to climb out of the massive crater, breathing heavily, his entire skin cracking with spider-web-like fissures, continuously oozing blood.

Arnold looked up, seeing Reynolds standing chest-crossed, expressionlessly watching him, devoid of any visible emotional fluctuations in those eyes.

Arnold recognized those eyes; he looked at these Beastmen with the same eyes, like looking at insects in the grass.

"Don't think you can beat me..." Arnold sneered, his bloodstained face and grin appearing extraordinarily sinister and terrifying.

The energy in his body rapidly escalated, his breath becoming terrifyingly immense.

Reynolds felt this aura and coldly said, "Is this your last resort?"

Arnold felt belittled, even more infuriated in his heart, vowing to make this damned green-skinned Orc pay the price.

The next moment, an unexpected guest broke the atmosphere here.

"Arnold, it's rare to see you so battered, and to think you were pushed to this extent. Save your efforts; it's not the time for you to sacrifice yourself for Black Sail yet." Adric's slightly amused voice came, seeming delighted to see Arnold in such a predicament.

Reynolds' expression changed slightly as he turned to see a crack appear in the distant space, from which emerged a man dressed like an aristocratic gentleman, smiling.

Upon seeing Adric arrive, Arnold's previously soaring aura instantly plummeted, then he flopped onto the ground, gasping for air.

"Next time, don't make me come clean up after you." Adric remarked sarcastically; Arnold uncharacteristically held his tongue, knowing this time he truly owed Adric a life.

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