The Elven Cultivator

Anton’s calm words, tinged with a hint of mockery, echoed above the canyon.

The savage grin on Marcus’s face froze. His smile slowly faded as he narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Anton.

”You know a lot about the Blood Burning Law?”

The Powers of Law were strange and varied, their types as numerous as the stars.

Aside from the few beings who specialized in studying Laws, very few could accurately judge a Law’s tier based on its name and a few external signs alone.

Yet Anton had stated the Blood Burning Law’s tier in a single breath, his tone utterly certain, and had even pointed out that it was a lesser, derivative Law of the Fire Element’s power.

This couldn’t be explained away by merely having a keen eye.

Scott and Summers also looked astonished.

Anton gave a derisive smile, having no intention of explaining it to his enemy.

In his past life, the players had long since compiled information on nearly all the Laws in the Dawn Continent.

Whether it was a Law’s characteristics and abilities, its superior parent Law, or what lesser derivative Laws it could produce, everything had been summarized with perfect clarity.

’It was almost ridiculously detailed!’

’Aside from the transcendent existence that was Dragon God Ayo, I’m sure no one in the entire Dawn Continent understands the Laws better than I do.’

Seeing Anton ignore his question, Marcus’s gaze turned grim.

’What a fool. He doesn’t even realize death is at his door.’

”Even if it’s a lesser Law, it’s more than enough to crush ants like you who haven’t even awakened a Power of Law!”

The moment the words fell, the killing intent in Marcus’s eyes flared. His figure shot forward, launching a ferocious attack on the group.

Scott and Summers exchanged a look, gritted their teeth, and charged to meet him.

Two Long Swords stabbed almost simultaneously toward Marcus’s throat and chest, their blades tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

A look of contempt flashed across Marcus’s face. He didn’t even bother to block, simply urging on the red glow surrounding his body.

HUM!

A scorching aura swept out in all directions like a tidal wave. Scott and Summers felt as if their blood had been set on fire, surging and boiling within them. A tide of excruciating pain washed over them, causing their sword thrusts to falter and slow by a beat.

Marcus seized the opportunity, sweeping his Long Sword horizontally. The blade, wreathed in a blinding red light, viciously slammed into Scott’s chest.

BAM!

Scott let out a muffled grunt, a cloud of blood mist instantly erupting from his entire body.

It was blood being vaporized from his body!

He was thrown backward like a kite with a snapped string, trailing a crimson arc through the air before crashing heavily into a pile of rubble in the valley, sending up a cloud of dust.

Scott grunted, his face pale as a sheet. He struggled to get up, but due to excessive blood loss and the roiling of the blood still in his veins, he couldn’t muster the strength to fight for the moment.

BAM!

Summers soon followed in his footsteps.

After crushing the two of them with ease, Marcus’s momentum didn’t falter. He turned and charged at Anton.

In his eyes, of the three, Canglan was the greatest threat.

It wasn’t that there was a huge gap in power, but that Canglan’s method of attack was rather unique.

He didn’t need to get close; he could just stand at a distance and control that strange, silvery-white light to attack.

Moreover, it was extremely fast, agile, and unpredictable, making it impossible to defend against effectively.

Although Marcus’s Blood Burning Law was powerful, he had to get close to his enemies to unleash its full might.

After all, his Power of Law had not yet fully manifested, so he was not yet able to control it perfectly.

Even so, Marcus didn’t take it too seriously.

In the face of an absolute gap in power, even the most exquisite technique was meaningless.

Bazzer and Vorn had already dealt with the Dragon Race cavalry and Gray Scale-man soldiers by this point, but they could only stand by and watch, completely unable to intervene.

Even Scott and Summers had been instantly defeated and seriously wounded. If they went up, they would only be a burden.

The two hurried over to the fallen Scott and Summers and helped them up.

”What do we do?” Vorn’s three heads asked in a low voice simultaneously.

Summers shook his head, his expression grim.

Scott’s face was also filled with bitterness.

With things having reached this point, there was nothing they could do.

Only the two of them remained facing off on the battlefield.

At some point, the silvery-white sword light had transformed.

The originally sharp and dazzling silver light had bled out like ink wash, transforming into a deep, profound blue.

The sword light was no longer piercingly sharp, but had become soft and dense, like a silent undercurrent surging in the deep sea, hiding a terrifying power capable of crushing anything.

This was because Anton had converted his Primal True Essence to the Water Attribute, imbuing his sword light with the feel of Water Element Swordsmanship.

The sword momentum was fluid and smooth, its movements as elusive as flowing water—perfect for dealing with a lesser Law of the Fire Element’s power like the Blood Burning Law.

Every time Marcus tried to approach Anton, he was blocked by the sword light.

The sword light used softness to overcome hardness, redirecting his own force against him. This left Marcus with the awkward feeling of being unable to unleash his full strength, and he grew more and more frustrated as the fight wore on.

”You think you can stop me like this?”

Marcus’s face was dark, and killing intent surged in his vertical pupils.

”I’d like to see how long you can last!”

He quickened his assault, his Long Sword a whirlwind of strikes. Each blow forced the sword light back slightly, and he seized the chance to advance a little further.

Although Anton constantly shifted his position to create distance, as time passed, the gap between them still gradually closed.

Summers and the other three were both astonished and bitter.

They were astonished because, while they had already estimated Canglan’s strength to be high, he had still far exceeded their expectations, managing to hold out for so long against a Golden Peak expert.

For a Golden Tier who had yet to awaken a Power of Law, this was already incredibly impressive.

Their bitterness stemmed from the fact that, even so, the situation was still tipping in an unfavorable direction.

Once Marcus got close to Canglan, the battle would be decided in an instant.

Summers could finally no longer hold back. He said in a low voice, ”Let’s move. We’ll risk it all against him.”

At this point, a fight to the death was their only option!

It wasn’t just that their Fallen Dragon Association had no precedent for abandoning comrades; even if they were ruthless enough to flee, Marcus would never let them leave.

The moment they made a move, Marcus would probably turn around and finish them off first.

Scott and the other two nodded grimly, also preparing to risk their lives.

Just as they were about to make a move, Anton suddenly did something new.

He took out a Pill and put it in his mouth, feeling its warm medicinal power dissolve in his stomach and flow into his limbs and bones, replenishing his depleted True Essence.

’Although I knew the details of the Blood Burning Law, I’d never experienced it firsthand. Now that I’ve clashed with it head-on, I have a much deeper understanding of its characteristics and abilities.’

’In that case, it’s time to get serious.’

With a flip of his wrist, five small command flags instantly appeared in Anton’s palm. Embroidered on their surfaces were the totems of the Cyan Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Yellow Dragon.

The Five Camp Command Flags.

A special type of Talisman used specifically to house the Five Camp Divine Soldiers.

Unlike Talisman Soldiers such as the Yellow Turban Warriors, which could be sealed in golden beans using a special technique, mid- to high-tier Daoist Soldiers like the Five Camp Divine Soldiers often had their own exclusive methods of storage and transport.

For instance, the Five Camp Divine Soldiers were normally stored in the command flags. In battle, one only had to raise a flag and wave it, and the corresponding Divine Soldiers would emerge in response. It was quite simple.

Anton grasped the command flags and gave a casual wave.

In the next instant, a dazzling five-colored radiance burst forth from the flags, spreading out in all directions like smoke and mist.

From within the light, figures leaped out one after another.

As the five-colored radiance receded, humanoid beings of various designs, all clad in armor, soon appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Jade-green as a forest, pure white as snow, crimson red as fire, profound black as a mountain, and golden-yellow as the sun.

One hundred and twenty-five Five Camp Divine Soldiers took their positions in the five cardinal directions—east, south, west, north, and center. Their auras were faintly connected as they formed a strict military formation, completely surrounding Marcus.

For a moment, everyone was stunned by this sudden development.

”Are these... Alchemy Puppets?”

Vorn’s three heads stared, their eyes wide.

Scott and Summers also looked bewildered.

Even Marcus was taken aback for a second before letting out a cold laugh.

”I thought you had some kind of ace up your sleeve. So it’s just some Alchemy Puppets.”

’Mere Alchemy Puppets. What’s the point, no matter how many there are?’

’Does he really expect to beat me with Alchemy Puppets?’

Anton ignored Marcus’s taunt and calmly waved a command flag.

In that instant, five-colored lights—cyan, red, yellow, white, and black—began to shine from the bodies of the Five Camp Divine Soldiers. At first, they were just specks, like fireflies in the night, but in the blink of an eye, they connected into five bands of light that began to flow slowly within the Array.

The Eastern Cyan Dragon Soldiers were covered in a cyan light like a forest, bursting with life and brimming with wood energy.

The Southern Vermilion Bird Soldiers were cloaked in a red light like fire, blazing upwards and surging with fire energy.

The Western White Tiger Soldiers emanated a white light like metal, oppressively sharp and crackling with fierce metal energy.

The Northern Black Tortoise Soldiers were shrouded in a Profound Light like water, deep and tranquil, with an enduring water energy.

The Central Yellow Dragon Soldiers bore a golden light like earth, heavy and steady, with a solid earth energy.

The five colored lights each had their own nature and should have been incompatible, but under the guidance of the Array, they linked together head-to-tail, interlocking in a chain.

Wood feeds Fire, Fire creates Earth, Earth bears Metal, Metal carries Water, and Water nourishes Wood.

The power of generation gradually arose. The five colored lights, which had been separate, now flowed together like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, merging into a five-colored river that churned and flowed endlessly within the Array.

With each revolution, the light grew a degree brighter.

With each revolution, the aura of the Five Camp Divine Soldiers grew a degree stronger.

This bizarre spectacle not only dumbfounded Scott and the others but also set off alarm bells in Marcus’s mind.

He violently swung his sword to bat away the sword light, then charged fiercely toward Anton.

But he had only taken two steps when the Eastern Cyan Dragon Soldiers simultaneously raised their vine shields. Cyan light surged and solidified before him into a cyan light-wall, soft yet tough like a thousand-year-old vine, completely neutralizing his forward momentum.

At the same time, the Southern Vermilion Bird Soldiers charged from the flank, their Battle Halberds wreathed in red light as they stabbed viciously at him.

The Western White Tiger Soldiers circled around behind him, their Arm Blades flashing with cold light, cutting off his retreat.

The Northern Black Tortoise Soldiers raised their tower shields, and a Profound Light spread out like a Water Curtain, protecting the entire formation so that it was airtight.

The Central Yellow Dragon Soldiers provided support from the middle, their golden light pulsing unstably, ready to fill any gap at a moment’s notice.

The five camps each performed their duties. They were balanced in offense and defense, coordinating with a tacit understanding as if they were a single entity.

Every time Marcus tried to break out, his attempts were neutralized layer by layer by the Five Elements Array.

Trapped within the Array, for a moment he felt as if he were surrounded on all sides by five-colored splendor. The world spun around him, and he couldn’t even tell east from west.