Chapter 355: Chapter 327: This Is Completely Illogical

"Impossible..."

Uerk’s face was a mask of shock and disbelief.

"A Legendary Tier... actually clashing head-on with a Saint..."

As a peak Legend, Uerk understood the immense gap between a Saint and a Legend far better than most people present.

It couldn’t even be called a gap; it was a chasm.

But now, that chasm was being forcefully trampled underfoot by an Elf.

Only at this moment did Uerk suddenly realize that when Anton had dealt with him and Zul earlier, he hadn’t even used his full strength.

The realization was like a basin of ice water poured over his head, chilling the blood in his veins.

Byron was also frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief.

The Anton back at Darkness Fortress had already been frighteningly powerful.

But the Anton before him now was clearly much stronger than he had been then.

He could even contend with a Saint head-on!

’Is this guy a monster?’

’This makes no sense!’

In the center of the battlefield, Ska’s expression remained composed, but the gravity deep within his eyes was slowly intensifying.

He truly hadn’t expected that even after using most of his power, he still couldn’t genuinely suppress his opponent.

A mere Legendary Tier was able to entangle him, a Saint, to this extent.

If he weren’t experiencing it firsthand, he would never have believed such a thing could happen.

This was beyond what could be explained by exceptional talent.

If Anton were allowed to continue growing, even he couldn’t imagine what the future would hold.

In that moment, the killing intent in Ska’s heart burned even hotter.

After today, the Blood Claw Race and the Silver Moon Race would be considered bitter enemies.

If Anton was given enough time to grow, he would undoubtedly become a grave threat to the Blood Claw Race.

’I have to kill him here!’

’To eliminate this future threat!’

At this thought, a cold glint flashed in Ska’s eyes. He held back no longer.

With a sudden low shout, the endless streams of bloodlines around him abruptly contracted inward, clinging to his skin like a bloody membrane.

The next instant, these bloodlines exploded outward, transforming into an overwhelming red tide that spread rapidly in all directions with him at the center. In a flash, it permeated every inch of space within a thousand-meter radius.

The bloody tide was viscous and heavy, like putrid sludge seeping from the earth, carrying a nauseatingly thick, metallic stench.

Anton felt his body suddenly sink, as if entangled and dragged by countless invisible tentacles, his movements instantly becoming sluggish.

The flow of his Magical Power felt as if it were caught in thick mud, its circulation speed plummeting.

The Profound Gold Sword Light, Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, and Heaven-Overturning Seal were also affected.

The three Magical Treasures seemed to be shackled by invisible, heavy chains, their movements becoming visibly sluggish.

At the same time, deep within the red tide, blood continuously condensed into phantoms of various creatures and blood-red weapons.

Some took the form of giant pythons, emerging from the tide to snap at him with maws full of bloody teeth.

Others transformed into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing densely through the tide and shooting toward him.

Still others formed enormous blood claws that reached up from the bottom of the tide, their five fingers curling as if to crush him in their grasp.

Faced with the sudden, ferocious assault, Anton’s expression remained calm.

He had long been well aware of the signature ability of the Red Tide Law.

While inside the red tide, one would not only have their power continuously drained but also suffer an endless barrage of transformed attacks, like being trapped in a living, bloody swamp.

He had been on guard against this move, so he showed no panic. Withdrawing his sword light, he had it swirl and weave around him, forming an impenetrable golden wheel of blades that shredded the attacking bloodline creatures.

The Heaven-Overturning Seal hovered above his head, releasing a heavy, oppressive aura that forcefully pushed down the surrounding red tide, preventing it from getting close.

The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield transformed into a crimson-gold barrier, protecting him within and blocking all incoming attacks.

Ska stood in the center of the red tide, his brow furrowing deeper as he watched Anton’s composed response.

After he unleashed his Red Tide Domain, Anton’s expression hadn’t changed much at all, as if he had long anticipated this move.

A faint trace of suspicion arose in his heart.

’This Elf... just how much does he know about the Red Tide Law?’

But Ska quickly suppressed this suspicion, his expression returning to cold indifference.

In any case, he had regained the initiative in this battle.

The suppression of the Red Tide Law was continuous. The longer it dragged on, the more Anton’s power would be weakened.

As long as the red tide remained, Anton would eventually reveal a flaw.

And catching that flaw just once would be enough.

While feeling a sense of relief, Ska also found the situation somewhat absurd.

He, a dignified Saint, was actually being pushed to the point of apprehension by a Legend, even momentarily doubting his own chances of victory.

If word of this got out, people would only find it ridiculous.

But in the end, it was because Anton’s performance was simply too abnormal.

A Legendary Tier being able to contend with a Saint head-on was, in itself, something that defied all logic.

Fortunately, all of this would soon be over.

Ska focused his mind, no longer distracted, and pushed the Red Tide Law to its absolute limit, continuing his assault on Anton.

The suppression of the red tide grew more pronounced with each passing moment.

Anton’s sword light began to show minute signs of sluggishness. The suppressive range of the Heaven-Overturning Seal slowly shrank, and the flames of the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield dimmed slightly.

He was losing ground.

Watching this from a distance, Byron finally let out the breath he had been holding, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

"A Legend is still a Legend. It’s impossible to defeat a Saint from a lower tier."

Uerk also sighed in relief. Although the movement pulled at his wounds and made him wince, the great weight in his heart had finally lifted.

But when he subconsciously glanced at the opposing side, he froze.

The Elves of the Silver Moon Race showed not a hint of panic or worry on their faces, only calm and composure.

It was as if... they had never doubted for a moment that Anton would win.

Seeing this, a strange sense of unease welled up in Uerk’s heart.

But he quickly suppressed these superfluous thoughts.

Regardless, Lord Ska had the upper hand. That was an indisputable fact.

’No matter how strong Anton is, can he really turn the tables?’

But Anton, whom they believed was doomed to defeat, remained as calm as still water.

’As expected, a Saint at their peak isn’t so easy to deal with.’

Anton mused to himself.

’Perhaps only when the Heaven-Overturning Seal ascends to a Spiritual Artifact will I be able to truly stand against a Saint as an equal.’

Compared to the injured Gale Wing Dragon from before, the Ska before him was more than just a notch stronger.

From the very beginning, Anton had intended to use his opponent to test the extent of his recent growth in strength.

Now that he had the information he wanted, there was no need to drag things out any longer.

The next instant, twelve dark-gold figures materialized beside Anton.

Twelve distinct yet incomparably powerful auras linked together, weaving an invisible net that enveloped Ska and the thousand-meter-wide red tide around him.

Ska’s expression finally changed.

After these twelve figures appeared, his red tide was actually forced back a layer.

The flowing bloodlines were blocked as if by an invisible wall, unable to get within half a step of Anton.

"Alchemy Puppets?"

For the first time, Ska’s face showed clear and utter shock.

He had fought against ancient Golems before.

The latter were the only Legendary Alchemy Puppets currently on the Dawn Continent, widely recognized as the most powerful type of Alchemy Puppet.

Yet these strangely shaped puppets before him felt far more powerful than even the ancient Golems.

’What in the world are these things?’

However, before he could sort out his thoughts, the twelve Guardian Divine Generals had already moved.

Like twelve sharp blades striking from different directions, they simultaneously cut into the edge of the red tide, surrounding Ska and his viscous, bloody domain in the center.

The next instant, the Six Ding and Six Jia Formation activated. A formless, intangible force field descended from the sky, trapping him tightly like an invisible cage.

The moment the Array began to operate, Ska keenly felt his control over the Power of Law become abruptly difficult, and his face turned ashen.

"A Law Domain?"

The moment the thought appeared, Ska immediately dismissed it.

If it were a true Law Domain, he probably wouldn’t be able to use even a shred of the Power of Law right now.

But even so, the strange phenomenon before him made his heart sink.

His Red Tide Law was still active, but it felt as if it were being held down by a giant, invisible hand. Its expansion speed plummeted, its borders constantly contracting inward. The surging bloody tide was forcefully compressed into a hundred-meter radius around him, no longer able to cover the battlefield as it had before.

At the same time, an overwhelming pressure surged from all directions.

Six types of power—lightning, flames, sword edges, heavy earth, dark water, and swift wind—crushed down on him in rotation, pouring out alternately and relentlessly smashing against his defenses.

His bloodlines had just condensed into shape when they were crushed by the next wave of attacks.

He tried to mobilize the red tide to counterattack, but every attempt was precisely suppressed by the Array, like punching water-soaked cotton—there was nowhere for his force to land.

What was more troublesome was the mist permeating the Array, constantly obscuring his vision and senses, making it difficult to predict where the next attack would come from.

Poison seeped into the red tide, making his Magic Power circulation sluggish.

Sonic waves pierced directly at his Divine Soul, causing his consciousness to waver.

A sealing power wrapped around his limbs like invisible chains, making every lift of his hand feel heavier than the last.

Ska’s breathing began to quicken, and a fine layer of sweat even beaded on his temples.

Outside the battle ring, everyone was completely stunned.

The high-ranking Beastmen stared with wide eyes and slightly agape mouths, as if they had been slapped across the face and couldn’t recover.

"Wh-what is this..."

"Alchemy Puppets that can suppress a Saint?"

"How can something like this exist in the world..."

Uerk and Byron’s faces changed drastically.

They never, ever imagined that Anton was hiding such a trump card.

Even the higher-ups of the Silver Moon Race showed expressions of surprise.

Although they knew Anton had crafted the Guardian Divine Generals, they had almost never seen him use them.

Even knowing the Guardian Divine Generals were powerful, they hadn’t expected them to be so powerful that they could overwhelm a Saint.

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