Soon, a particularly strong and tactically skilled awakener erged among their ranks.
This individual began organizing their team, giving the regular awakeners a glimr of hope.
As a result, the battle gradually shifted into a tense tug-of-war.
Countless flashy skills lit up the battlefield.
Each one looked dazzling, with effects that srized anyone watching.
But they weren’t just for show; the skills had a real impact on the Deathborn forces.
Caelan, observing from a distance, quickly realized the truth.
Without his presence, the Deathborn would likely have already claid victory.
The Deathborn could continuously respawn, their numbers never truly dwindling.
anwhile, the regular awakeners were slowly losing strength with each passing mont.
Every strike they landed, every skill they cast, drained a bit of their energy.
On the other hand, the Deathborn only grew stronger with each clash.
It was only a matter of ti before they would achieve complete dominance.
Sure enough, after ten grueling minutes of relentless fighting, the Deathborn King seized a perfect opportunity.
He launched a deadly sneak attack against the regular awakeners.
"Purgatory of Death!"
In an instant, countless black, ghostly hands erupted from the ground.
They grasped the ankles of many awakeners, dragging them down into the dark void.
If the awakeners had been at their peak, they could have reacted imdiately.
They could have dodged, escaped, or countered the attack.
But after the long, exhausting battle, their reflexes were still sharp, yet their bodies and movents lagged behind.
As a result, twelve awakeners were captured and transford into Deathborn.
These twelve newly-turned Deathborn now stood among the remaining regular awakeners.
Their transformation caused chaos, infecting the nearby allies and spreading panic.
In the blink of an eye, the balance of the entire battlefield was shattered.
Caelan, watching from the sidelines, seed entirely unfazed.
He rubbed his chin, a half-smile forming on his face.
"This is getting interesting. The regular awakeners might all be wiped out!"
He glanced at Iverson, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Iverson, let’s make a bet. How long do you think they’ll last?"
Iverson froze for a mont.
Then the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
His cousin Caelan, as always, seed to take pleasure in chaos.
But wait... there was a problem.
We’re part of the regular awakener team too.
If they were all wiped out, wouldn’t we also be in danger?
Iverson’s heart raced.
Could it be that Caelan actually intended for the two of them alone to face nearly 200 Deathborn?
And not just any Deathborn — there were nineteen Deathborn Kings among them.
Such a battle... could it even be won?
The confidence Iverson had built up evaporated instantly.
His eyes flicked nervously to the scoreboard.
Many awakeners had gained points from the earlier battles.
The top two spots were now held by the leaders of each faction.
Iverson’s concern wasn’t whether they could win anymore.
Even Caelan, powerful as he was, might not be able to defeat such overwhelming numbers.
Yet the first-place score, that seed safe enough.
As Iverson worried, the rest of the battlefield continued toward its conclusion.
The Deathborn forces now held an absolute advantage.
Only a few regular awakeners remained, constantly moving to evade attacks.
One rogue awakener stood out in particular.
Even surrounded by enemies, he moved with precision.
Despite the chaos, his hair remained perfectly styled, as if he were performing a scene in a play.
He even had the audacity to flip off the Deathborn.
"Hmph, a bunch of trash! Co catch if you can!"
"With your strength, all you can do is trail behind and eat dust!"
Enraged by his arrogance, over fifty Deathborn joined in the chase.
Despite this, the rogue dodged with ease.
He was in complete control, enjoying the thrill of the chase.
Suddenly, the environnt around him turned pitch black.
Damn it... they’re trying to force into the Domain of Death Aura!
Do they really think I ca unprepared?
The rogue smirked.
In an instant, his body vanished.
"Shadow Replacent!"
As an eleven-star awakener, the rogue had imnse confidence in his abilities.
He also possessed the powerful skill, [Shadow Replacent], which allowed him to escape even in the direst situations.
When his figure reappeared, disdain and mockery were written all over his face.
"Hmph, you trash, still trying to catch ? Dream on... ah!"
Before he could finish, a sudden, sharp pain exploded in his chest.
He looked down in horror.
A blackened, dried hand had pierced through his chest.
"You... how did you do that?"
It was a newly-minted Deathborn King.
Upon hearing the question, a mocking grin spread across his face.
"Did you really think I wouldn’t be prepared?"
"Look carefully — did you truly escape the Domain of Death Aura?"
With the rogue awakener’s demise, the battlefield of [Deathborn Paradise] now contained only Caelan and Iverson.
Almost all Deathborn turned their attention toward the two remaining awakeners.
"Only two left! This round is ours!"
"Damn it, I should have let you infect earlier!"
"Hurry up and finish them! I need to start the next round. I have a new idea to test!"
"Hey, you two! Don’t waste everyone’s ti. Surrender and let’s move on!"
Hearing the chatter, Iverson grew nervous.
He gripped his greatsword tighter and instinctively stepped closer to Caelan.
At this mont, his only sources of safety were the sword in his hands and his cousin beside him.
Mostly, it was Caelan who provided the reassurance he needed.
Though he knew it was illogical, he had no other choice.
"Cousin Caelan, what do we do next?"
"These Deathborn are all converging on us!"
Caelan remained calm, finishing the last sip of his chilled soda before standing.
"Don’t worry. We’ll take them out instantly."
He lifted a single finger toward the sky.
"Divine Mirror Dragonlord·Extre!"
Thunder and lightning cracked across the heavens.
A massive dragon appeared above all the Deathborn.
The Deathborn were too shocked to react.
Countless teors began condensing above the dragon’s jaws.
"Cataclysmic Sword Rain!"
The sky darkened, and the tension on the battlefield reached its absolute peak.
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