Eastern Cloud Sea
Qingmu Dongfang Clan
In the room, all the Dark Elves trembled, even the Elf experts were surprised as they looked at the elder.
Qingmu Dongfang
One of the Nine Great Holy Blood Clans of the Galaxy Empire, the rulers of the Azure Wood Star Realm
No one expected that mbers of the Dongfang Clan would co to this place.
"Aurilia, how dare you defy the will of your father and grandfather to involve the Dongfang clan? Aren’t you afraid the Dongfang clan will use this opportunity to annex the entire Elf Race?" Morost reproached coldly.
"That is inaccurate."
Eastern Cloud Sea said calmly: "The Dongfang clan has always been friends with the Elf Race. We only seek win-win cooperation with them, not like you, who wishes to destroy the entire Elf Star."
Upon hearing this, Morost’s expression beca extrely unsightly.
A person’s na, a tree’s shadow
The identity of the Qingmu Dongfang conveyed great pressure to him
Because he knew very well that, once the Dongfang clan decided to support the Elf Race, his Dark Army would have no chance.
The Elf Princess noticed the change in Morost’s expression, further confirming her decision was correct
Both her grandfather and father always refused cooperation with the Dongfang clan because they believed humans were greedy and partnering with them was akin to inviting a wolf into your ho.
Facing Dark Elves, they still had so chance of victory, but against the realm-dominating Dongfang clan, the Elf Race was simply too weak with no room for resistance.
Initially, she thought the sa, however, as the Elf Forest was gradually devoured, more and more of her people sacrificed or were corrupted, her thinking underwent a drastic change.
Collaborating with the Dongfang clan might carry its own drawbacks or aftereffects, but not collaborating would see the Elves extinct within a few years.
Moreover, years ago, she had interacted with a young man nad Dongfang Haoyue. From him, she learned about the Dongfang clan’s attitude toward the Elf Race and possible future collaboration directions.
After much deliberation, against her father and grandfather’s wishes, she contacted the Dongfang clan, hoping they would send an expert to protect the Elf King’s heritage under the guise of protecting the Elf King legacy.
The Dongfang clan agreed readily, imdiately notifying Eastern Cloud Sea of the Elf Star Space Fleet to promptly head to the Elf Sacred Land to protect the new King’s legacy.
"Morost."
At this mont, a human spiritualist from the Dark Camp who had been silent spoke.
"Eastern Cloud Sea is from the Qingmu clan’s side branch, with a low Holy Blood concentration, and he’s only a Tier Six Spiritualist."
Hearing this, Morost’s expression slightly eased. If it was just a Tier Six Spiritualist, it wasn’t a threat to him.
With the Dongfang clan already involved, any concerns were futile.
The most crucial thing now was to first disrupt the power inheritance, he believed that in the future, the Evil God and the Divine Teachings would offer him due support.
"You’re right, I am indeed from a side branch and rely a Tier Six."
Eastern Cloud Sea remained calm, not angered by the man’s clearly disdainful remarks.
Eastern Cloud Sea’s calmness made Morost uneasy. He glanced at the two blurry figures in the glow, realizing he couldn’t delay any longer, for more Elf experts might arrive to assist.
"Attack!"
Morost shouted coldly, evil energy erupted as he transford into a shadow rushing toward the glow.
The battle instantly reached a feverish peak, Elf experts clashed with the Bear King and Tree-man, each finding their opponent; nurically, the Dark Elves had two more Tier Six experts.
This was because so of the Elf experts had to guard the borders, and this ti the First Battle Group was fully committed. Due to the Evil God’s statue, they traversed hundreds of kiloters to catch the Elves off guard, resulting in a nurical disadvantage.
Fortunately, the Bear King and Tree-man were ancient Elf guardians, their strength vastly superior to the Dark Elves, easily holding their own against two foes.
......
"Morost, your opponent is ."
Crack, crack, crack
A wooden wall from Azure Wood surged from the ground, entangled with growing vines, blocking Morost’s path.
A gleam of black light flashed in Morost’s eyes, and he transford his evil energy into a fist to smash heavily at the wooden wall.
Boom!
The wooden wall shook violently, with cracks appearing, yet it remained firmly upright.
What!
Morost’s pupils contracted, a Tier Six Spiritualist actually withstood his full-force blow.
Standing at the peak of the wooden wall, Eastern Cloud Sea looked down on Morost. Though from a side branch and with an unexceptional bloodline concentration, Holy Blood was still Holy Blood.
Since the awakening of his Holy Blood, challenging beyond his tier was as easy as drinking water.
Even if Morost was an Evil Demon General of the Evil God Camp, in terms of status, only the Evil Demon King could rival the sa tier of Holy Blood.
Eastern Cloud Sea ford a seal with one hand, stirring wood spiritual energy.
The next mont, a massive wooden Great Buddha erged towering hundreds of ters high, like a mountain. The Buddha sent forth a palm, shrouded in vast erald green, compressing the air into rippling layers.
A dark vortex of evil energy roared around Morost, twelve spiky evil energy chains extended from it, weaving into a nacing giant claw in the air.
Runes glimred on the chains’ surfaces, faintly flowing with dark-red blood light. The giant claw crashed toward the Buddha’s palm. Instantly, erald collided with black, space shattered like a broken mirror, the shockwaves turning into a hurricane sweeping all around, cracking the ground and uprooting towering ancient trees.
The Buddha’s palm and evil claw remained deadlocked, both forces colliding crazily, the bursting energy sparks like doomsday fireworks, dyeing the entire sky a chaotic hue.
Seeing this, Eastern Cloud Sea flicked his fingers, the forehead of the wooden Great Buddha glowed with golden runes, the Buddha’s body emitted thousands of erald lights, converging into countless wooden arrows, raining down toward Morost like a storm.
Morost raised his hands high, a white-bone altar rose from the evil vortex, on the altar nine giant evil heads roared towards the sky, spewing thick, tar-like black flas.
The black flas t the wooden arrows in the air, devouring them instantly, then with the force of destroying everything, surged toward the wooden Great Buddha.
The Great Buddha swung its arms, a barrier ford by wood spiritual energy sprang up. The flas crashed against the barrier, releasing thunderous roars. Heatwaves and wood spiritual qi scattered, and the ground within several dozen miles trembled violently amidst this power collision.
On another side, the lee between nearly twenty Tier Six experts created equally terrifying energy fluctuations. The Elf Sacred Land shook vigorously, as if struck by a natural disaster, with ancient tree houses collapsing, spirit trees tilting, and the ground splitting open like an abyssal chasm.
This was the destructive power of Tier Six and Seven experts, if in a city, it would be reduced to ruins within minutes.
At this critical mont, the Tree God manifested again.
Erald brilliance spilled onto the land, reuniting the cracked ground and regrowing trees, a green light shield enveloped the Sacred Land, strictly containing the energy fluctuations within a certain area.
Seeing this scene, the Dark Elves’ expressions changed slightly, while the Elf side’s morale soared, engaging in even fiercer combat with the enemy.
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