A desolate planar battlefield.
Two black phantoms flashed past in an instant, followed by seven more phantoms in succession, giving chase. But the seven figures behind were spread thin, quite far apart from one another.
"That Reskin is too fast. Only you and I, Young Master, can barely keep up. The rest can't follow. What should we do?" a silver-haired elder transmitted urgently alongside Monte. The two of them cultivated the Laws of Light and were relatively skilled in speed. The others, however, cultivated the Water System and the Laws of Destiny, among others, and weren't particularly gifted in speed.
"Chase!"
Monte kept his eyes locked on the two figures ahead.
"Rumble~~~" Suddenly, the ground bulged upward violently, and a massive number of boulders shot toward the sky. Each boulder was wreathed in a black halo of light, clearly containing the destructive power of a Highgod.
The boulders themselves, Monte and the others could afford to ignore. But the destructive Highgod power—none of them dared be careless.
"Boom!" "Boom!" ...
Monte and his six companions dodged or shattered the boulders. They posed no great threat, but they slowed them down.
"The gap is widening again!" Monte narrowed his eyes, fury surging in his chest. "This Reskin actually has such an ally, and is willing to expend this much Highgod power to pull off this trick." Suddenly, Monte realized that the Highgod power within him was beginning to run dry. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. "Forget it. Being able to make Reskin this desperate is enough for this round."
"Stop!" Monte commanded.
Once he stopped, the other six followed suit.
Though Monte's single drop of Highgod power had been completely consumed, the other six still had some left. After all, Monte had been using thousands of white threads to entangle Reskin from the start, constantly burning through his reserves. Having used so much beforehand, he was naturally the first to run out.
"No more chasing. This is nothing but a waste of Highgod power. I don't have nearly enough to squander on this Reskin." Monte let out a cold laugh. "That brat Reskin is always so arrogant. Making him flee like a stray dog this time is enough."
The silver-robed girl, Lanashe, snorted, "That's enough for you. But the three of us haven't gotten a single Commander's Emblem."
Monte glanced at Lanashe and chuckled, "Lanashe, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Oh, and when Uman gets back, he'll have definitely killed those two. If he got Commander's Emblems, I'll give them to you. How's that?"
"It's a deal." Only then did a trace of a smile appear on Lanashe's face.
Just then—
"Monte! I, Reskin, will remember this!" Reskin's furious roar carried over from the distance.
Hearing that unwilling, furious roar, Monte showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he burst out laughing and said to the six around him, "Haha, did you all hear that? Reskin is absolutely beside himself! Last time we killed that Busli, and he couldn't do a thing about it. This time I gave him a beating, and even if I stand right in front of him, he can't do anything to me."
"Young Master, you have a material defense Highgod artifact. Reskin is all bark and no bite—what can he even do? Would the Highgods really intervene over something this trivial?" the green-haired girl said with a light laugh.
Neither Monte nor Reskin could do anything to the other.
But Monte clearly had more allies than Reskin. It was only natural that Reskin came out on the losing end.
"Hmm, Uman is here." Monte suddenly turned to look.
On Monte's side, six people's bodies were currently radiating Highgod power. Six streams of Highgod aura were as dazzling as the sun in this planar battlefield—who could miss them? Uman easily tracked the massive aura and quickly caught up.
"Monte, remember what you said," Lanashe said with a light smile.
"Absolutely." Monte nodded confidently.
"Uman." Monte stepped forward with a smile. Though Uman followed him, he held the status of a Highgod's Emissary and possessed two Highgod artifacts—his strength was formidable.
Uman descended and said, "Young Master."
"Oh right, Lanashe and I had an agreement earlier—the emblems from whoever killed Reskin's men would go to Lanashe. Hand over those two emblems," Monte said with a smile.
But Uman shook his head. "I didn't get any Commander's Emblems."
Monte's expression froze. Meanwhile, Lanashe's face turned cold. She sneered, "Oh, we're well aware of your abilities, Uman. You couldn't kill those two brats? I'd imagine you killed them, got the emblems, but just can't bear to hand them over."
Two Commander's Emblems were indeed quite valuable.
"Hm?" Uman let out a cold snort and turned to glare at Lanashe. "What did you just say? You think I, Uman, am lying?"
Lanashe arched an eyebrow and sneered, "What, is Uman going to throw his weight around?"
"I said I didn't get them, and I didn't get them! Don't push it!" Uman snorted coldly. This kind of thing was impossible to prove either way.
But in Lanashe and the others' eyes, Uman was an exceptionally capable Commander, while Lin Lei and Bei Bei were two people they had never seen before. They were probably not too strong. So they concluded that Uman must have been able to kill them.
"Ha ha..." Lanashe gave a faint laugh. "Since Uman says so, naturally we believe you. Let's go!"
Knowing there was nothing more to gain, why would Lanashe keep pressing?
The two other young men immediately followed Lanashe and flew off.
"They're gone." Monte turned to look at Uman and smiled. "Uman, now tell me—did you kill those two or not?" Monte still thought Uman had been lying earlier.