The Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water Four Great Dharma Kings relied on their formidable strength, and for the ti being, no losses had yet occurred.
Surrounded by a radiant aura, the Dharma Kings followed the towering Supre Archmage, who stood at the base of Chaos City. With the Divine Eye and the Scepter, it was enough to contend with the Level 6 experts besieging him.
Now, the surviving Level 6 experts on the battlefield had dwindled to just over twenty.
Whether it was the demon race or the barbarian tribes, both had sustained heavy losses.
Totem spirits, like moths to a fla, charged at the Archmage.
The Archmage wielded his Scepter, casting spells from all sects that filled the sky and swept away a vast host of enemies.
In the distance on the battlefield, the Holy Infant Ghost attacked from afar amidst a group of Archmages, having sowhat the feel of a final boss in a pioneering ga.
Regrettably, facing a power that was presumably Level 7 like the Archmage, attacks below Level 6 could not break through the various protective fields around him and only served to exhaust so of the Archmage’s physical energy.
The Thunderbolt Supre Mage felt despair in his heart. It was in this mont that he realized the Archmage was not just a simple statue.
He might indeed be nothing more than an insignificant remnant soul, but just this remnant soul alone filled him with an incomparable sense of invincibility. He had beco too arrogant earlier and was now sowhat regretting betraying the Archmage.
Not just him.
The other Level 6 experts also harbored doubts and confusion in their hearts.
"Could he truly be a God?"
Battle had been raging until now.
Yet the Archmage remained calm and composed.
While they had lost a third of their combat strength.
Among them, the morale of the barbarian and demon race experts was still strong, with both the Winged Tiger Barbarian King and the Mountain Demon King fighting bloodily to the point of madness.
Their attacks were of concern even to the Archmage, indicating that he was not invincible.
The Dharma Kings who had rebelled were also fighting a desperate last stand;
there was no turning back for them. If the Archmage didn’t perish, they would be the ones to die.
However, other Level 6 experts, like the Dear Head Sage and such, had already begun to harbor thoughts of retreat.
The Archmage, looking at those figures with fear in their eyes, sneered in his heart.
"I’ve cultivated for so many years that just my protective spells alone have eighteen variations... And relying on Chaos City and the Archmage Tower, my power is endless. It seems there’s no need to release the Ancient Evil Demon trapped beneath the tower. I overestimated these people’s strength."
Finally, during the stalemate in the battle,
the Dear Head Sage transford, becoming a trendous deer that pierced the sky and the earth - his true form.
Dark light surged on the giant deer’s body, breaking through the blockade of the Thousand Flas Dharma King and escaping from this purgatorial battlefield.
"Dear Head! Are you fleeing like a coward?!"
The Green Demon King, who had drawn the Dear Head Sage into their ranks, yelled angrily.
He was now bathed in black demon blood, gravely injured.
With each Level 6 combatant lost, their hope for victory lessened.
"The Supre Archmage is invincible. Staying here will only increase our casualties... We can’t escape from this prison.
The Dear Head Sage’s face was filled with despair;
he had already reconciled to be a canary trapped in a cage. The world outside may be wonderful, but one must be alive to witness it.
As a Truth Oddity that had attained enlightennt, it was an incredibly rare and special life form in Heaven and Earth. The sage had co a long way to reach today and did not want to die here.
Seeing the Dear Head Sage escape, the Mountain Demon King flew into a rage. He fiercely activated the Demon God Temple below, attempting to suppress the black giant deer.
"From now on, anyone who dares to flee will end up just like that!"
The giant deer was firmly pinned to the ground by the Temple’s suppression force, unable to move.
The Dear Head Sage hardened his heart, and the enormous deer’s body exploded with a thunderous blast.
It self-destructed resolutely!
The terrifying blast wave tore open a gap in the Temple’s suppression force.
A miniature deer with antlers like a crown slipped into the Shadow, its true soul faintly visible within.
Abandoning its tens of thousands of years of cultivation, it used its oddity true form to escape the battlefield with the true soul containing its mories.
Witnessing this scene, the Mountain Demon King sighed but did not pursue further.
The Demon God Temple shone brightly, crashing towards the Supre Archmage.
The Winged Tiger Barbarian King roared, shouting,
"Rember, once a bow is drawn, there are no second chances! Will you spend a lifeti in Io achieving nothing, or will you strive for one last fight and see the light of day again? Now is the mont! Tiger Ancestor, lend your strength!"
The badly wounded giant tiger suddenly transford into a beam of light, rging into the Winged Tiger Barbarian King’s body. The Winged Tiger Barbarian King’s aura grew stronger as his attacks beca even more ferocious!
Blades of light that could shatter everything once again slashed towards the towering figure of the Archmage.
Around the Archmage, several hills rose from the ground, blocking the blade light.
The Archmage scoffed,
"Too weak. You dare face with such strength?"
The Level 6 experts continued their onslaught, fighting for freedom, indifferent to life and death.
In a corner of the battlefield, the Holy Infant slipped away silently, vanishing into the Void, leaving no trace.
For those Level 6 experts, a Level 5 sacrifice like him didn’t matter.
After all, he couldn’t play a significant role and was purely there to make up the numbers.
Within the Shadow Dinsion.
The little deer kept fleeing at an astonishing speed. The Dear Head Sage’s true spirit flickered within, murmuring sadly,
"Decades of cultivation gone in an instant... But preserving my life is a stroke of luck amidst this misfortune."
Ten thousand years ago, where Montenegro Mountain t, this place steadily nurtured a "Truth Oddity."
That was the Sky-Grade Oddity "Language of the Night Deer."
And he was the first Night Deer born in the Earth Realm after the Creation of Heaven and Earth.
By a twist of fate, thanks to the guidance of a great existence,
he shed his Truth Oddity shell, gained a sliver of life spirituality, and beca part of the teeming masses.
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