Within fifteen minutes, the realization began to dawn on the surviving Blue Planet disciples. No matter how powerful their spells, no matter how coordinated their attacks, they couldn’t even touch the formation, let alone break it.
Just then, the disciples of the Demonic tree sect started attacking disciples of other sects of the blue planet. They turned on each other, desperate to attract the legacy of the Beast Spirits above in whatever way they could.
Small skirmishes broke out across the blessed land, with disciples fighting amongst themselves, their hopes of glory overshadowed by the grim reality of the situation.
Watching this, the other realms’ disciples laughed, their scornful voices echoing across the battlefield.
“Look at them. They’re like rats, scrambling for scraps. Pathetic.” Simon sneered from within the formation, his voice filled with contempt.
Nearby, a disciple from the Eighth Realm smirked, shaking his head. “They thought they could challenge us? Let them fight amongst themselves. They’re not worth our time.”
As the chaos unfolded, the Supreme Mages of the Wizard Association looked on, their expressions grim.
The Sword Magus, his eyes burning with fury, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The urge to intervene, to storm the blessed land and cut down the other realms’ disciples, was almost overwhelming.
“This is all your doing,” he growled, turning his gaze towards the Wand Magus, who had wisely moved to the back of the lines to avoid wrath.
The Wand Magus, his face pale, avoided the Sword Magus’s gaze. He knew he was the main culprit behind this disaster. He had given away 70% of the slots to the other realms without considering the consequences, blinded by his ambition and the promise of power.
“I… I didn’t expect it to turn out like this,” the Wand Magus stammered, his voice weak.
“You didn’t expect? You’ve doomed our disciples, and for what? Your greed? Your stupidity? Just by throwing peanuts, the 9 realms head secured the future of his son. Pthuu…” the Sword Magus spat, his voice low and dangerous. Your adventure continues at empire
The Wand Magus had no answer. He could only stand there, feeling the weight of his failure pressing down on him like a boulder.
Meanwhile, on the blessed land, the battle continued. The disciples of the Blue Planet fought on, killing their own realm people. And above it all, the gods watched, their judgment inevitable, their wrath only a breath away.
Time passed like a fluttering butterfly…
The battlefield turned out to be a chaotic mess of blood, dust, and despair. Twenty minutes had passed since the fighting began on the blessed land, and not a single disciple got any legacy from gods.
The fighters of the Blue Planet had either fallen or turned their swords against each other, their hopes of breaking through the formation shattered like glass. The disciples of the other realms stood tall, their smirks wide and their confidence unshaken, guarding the formation like predators waiting to strike.
Amidst this scene of hopelessness, a golden chariot appeared on the horizon, rushing toward the battlefield with an aura of divine authority. It was pulled by thirty-two divine beasts, their roars echoing through the skies as they paved the way for the chariot’s approach.
The chariot itself glowed with a brilliant light, like the first rays of the morning sun piercing through the darkness. And atop it stood Kent, his figure radiant, exuding a presence that silenced the battlefield.
As the golden chariot approached the blessed land, spectating eyes turned toward it. The Supreme Mages of the Wizard Association, who had been locked in tense observation, shifted their focus entirely to the chariot.
Kent, with a calm but determined expression, reached into his quiver and pulled out two physical arrows. He drew the bowstring and, with perfect precision, released the arrows.
They streaked through the air, landing with a resounding thud at the feet of the Sword Magus. It was an ancient custom, a mark of respect from an Arch-Mage, and the gesture did not go unnoticed.
The Sword Magus felt a surge of emotion as he looked at Kent. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart pounded in his chest.
For a moment, he wanted to advise Kent against risking his life in such a hopeless situation. But before he could speak, Kent had already pulled the bowstring once more, this time summoning an arrow made entirely of lightning.
“Shara Vidyut Maha Teja” [Great Radiance Thunder Bolt Arrow]
“Kent, wait—” the Sword Magus called, but the arrow already left the bow string.
With a sharp release, the lightning arrow shot forward, splitting the sky with a deafening crack. A massive bolt of lightning descended from the clouds, striking the blessed land with unparalleled force.
The ground shook, and the sky was momentarily illuminated by a blinding light. The sheer power of that one arrow sent a shockwave across the battlefield, and for a brief second, the entire world fell silent.
The millions of spectators who had been watching through aurora glasses and glass orbs held their breath, stunned into silence by the sheer might of the attack.
The arrow’s impact left a deep, smoking crater on the blessed land, and the sound of its detonation echoed like a death bell.
Many of the weaker-hearted spectators fainted from the sheer intensity, their hearts unable to withstand the shock.
Even the aurora glasses and glass orbs, which had been broadcasting the battle to the masses, shifted away from the blessed land for a moment, focusing on the golden chariot that had become the center of attention.
Cheers erupted from the disciples of the Eternal Sun Sect as they recognized Kent’s arrival. Among the cheering crowd, Kent’s girlfriends and the women from Golden Bamboo City shouted his name with joyous exclamations.
Kent’s gaze turned to the Sword Magus. “Elder,” Kent paused, waiting for the Supreme Sword Magus’s attention. “I’ve already heard of your unconditional favor. I promise you, you won’t regret your choice. I can, and I will, break this formation. I won’t let any other realm disciple take a single dime from this blessed land.”
The Sword Magus, who had been grappling with despair moments before, found himself smiling. It was a wide, genuine smile that spread across his weathered face, bringing light to his once-depressed eyes. Kent’s words had rekindled a fire within him, a fire that he had thought long extinguished.
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#Fasten Your seat belts. Tomorrow, you will read one of the greatest war chapter.