The Ancient Elves, that colossal force, held territories spread across nearly every corner of the Martial Spirit Holy Land.
Beyond the
The Ancient Elves had dispatched their most elite experts from the Elf Kingdom to garrison all twenty-one of these locations.
Yet even so, they remained extremely passive against the Dark Hall's sporadic offensives. The current state of the war was far from optimistic.
True, the pressure on the Ancient Elves had eased considerably after the Martial Emperor army of the Greenwood Mountain, led by the Weapon Refining Immortal, joined the battlefield.
However, the Ancient Fierce Beasts deployed by the Dark Hall were growing stronger by the day. Many of them were no longer the same Fierce Beasts that had once been sealed within the Blood Devouring Formation — they had somehow evolved. Not only had their appearances become more grotesque, but their strength had grown far more formidable as well.
As a result, the war between the Ancient Elves and the Dark Hall still left the elves at a disadvantage.
Under these circumstances, even the Ancient Elves' little princess,
The
However, the Dark Hall seemed to have known about this beforehand. The very moment
"The Dark Hall was clearly prepared for this. They came for the princess."
The lord of this territory stood within the great formation, atop the city wall, watching the Ancient Fierce Beasts assaulting the barrier along with the Dark Hall's experts. His brow was tightly furrowed, his unease extreme.
Since the war with the Dark Hall had begun, they had clashed dozens of times. In those battles, though they had lost far more often than they had won, every single engagement had been a direct, head-on confrontation.
That was because they had to defend the dignity of the Ancient Elves — they could not be cowards who hid in their shells.
But this time, the number of Ancient Fierce Beasts the Dark Hall had sent was overwhelming. Among them, there were even ten at the seventh-grade Martial Emperor level.
And the strongest guardian on their side was a single Protector of the Ancient Elves — a Protector who had come specifically to protect
Yet even this Protector was only a seventh-grade Martial Emperor. He alone clearly could not deal with those ten Ancient Fierce Beasts.
This could be called the most ferocious offensive the Dark Hall had ever launched against them. They could not hope to match it head-on and had no choice but to defend.
The great formation currently in place was their last line of defense. If it fell, they would truly be done for.
If only the territory were lost, that would be one thing — but if
"Protector, if the formation is breached, please don't worry about us. Take the princess and leave." The lord of the territory suddenly dropped to his knees before the Protector beside him, making his plea with utter sincerity.
"You…" Seeing the lord kneel before him, the Protector felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. But in the end, he nodded — because he too understood that
"Open the formation's gate. I'm going out to slaughter those beasts." Just then, a sweet yet powerful voice rang out.
Everyone standing atop the city wall turned to look and froze. Before them stood an extraordinarily beautiful young girl. Her blue eyes, in particular, were clear as water and utterly captivating.
But those normally clear eyes now burned with fury.
It was none other than the Ancient Elves' little princess —