Chapter 999: Fiery Enclosure

Chapter 999: Fiery Enclosure



Seth nodded before immediately flying toward the battle.

"Do you think they still have other forces in hiding?" Orion asked.

"They've shown they have the strength to subdue both the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City and the Sleeping Fox Runaway City. If they have the confidence to take on Paradise, then I believe so. However, I doubt they have much more in reserve," Aerialia responded.

She saw no reason why the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City would commit all their forces while still wary of Paradise's potential attack.

Orion nodded. "I think so too. This will force them to reveal all their strength. We won't have to worry about the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City hiding any of their power from us."

Aerialia nodded in agreement with Orion's decision. They both continued to observe the unfolding battle below as Seth prepared to join in.

...

On the battlefield,ander Edmar blocked a strike from a dishevelled Vargoth while swiftly dodging a descending strike from Sy'ra. Their weapons clashed with a resonant clang, followed by an intense burst of wind that spread outward, lifting dust clouds and overturning the ground and corpses below.

Commander Vargoth and Sy'ra had been fighting with everything they had, pushing their bodies to the limit and scrutinizing their attacks in hopes of landing a successful hit on Commander Edmar. However, all their efforts had been in vain.

Soon, they began to realize that he had been toying with them. Edmar's attacks were carefully measured to weaken them without hitting vital organs, effortlessly dictating the flow of their battle.

Soul Dominion Embrace - Spirit Grasp!

Commander Vargoth immediately cast another technique, creating several translucent threads that wrapped around Edmar, temporarily immobile him. However, Edmar broke free a second later.

Immediately, Edmar seized Vargoth's wings with both hands, tightening his grip.

"Ahhhhh!!" Vargoth screamed, swaying as he struggled to free his wings from Edmar's grasp. He knew any wrong move could severely injure his wings, so he restrained himself.

"I've heard what you did to my Captain. Today, you'll pay for it," Commander Edmar growled, his deep voice weighing heavily on Vargoth's heart as he intensified his efforts to break free from Edmar's grip.

CRACCKK!!

Commander Edmar didn't immediately pull on the wings but continued to tighten his grip around the edges, intending to inflict severe torture on Vargoth before ripping them off, exacting the same shame he had inflicted upon his Captain.

Suddenly, as the tension escalated, the atmosphere heated up. An acrid smell of sulfur pervaded the air, causing Edmar to pause and peer into the distance.

A wave of molten lava steadily ascended from the battleground into the air, burning and engulfing the Vylkr vines around it, creating dense clouds of smoke that rose into the sky, obscuring their view of the battlefield beyond.

Commander Edmar's expression immediately turned solemn. Glancing around, he realized the same situation surrounded them across the battlefield-a thick wave of molten lava sealing off their escape routes, looming over them like a menacing fiery dome. Edmar swiftly noticed a half-oval forged from molten lava suspended in the air. Strings of molten lava emerged from its edges and connected to the oval.

Twisting Vargoth's wings to an awkward angle, Edmar let go of him, dropping his writhing body to the ground and ascending higher into the air to get a closer look at what was transpiring. He observed a figure hovering within the suspended half-oval, standing unfazed amidst innumerable strings of molten lava extending from the fiery dome's edges.

On the battlefield, the gods' chosens had already halted their battles. Some were battered and injured, others on the verge of death, and several still brimming with strength. Yet, at this moment, all eyes focused on the suspended half-oval forged from molten lava and the mysterious being within it.

Uncertain of the mysterious figure's identity, a name suddenly popped into Edmar's mind.

Paradise!

Soon, several strands of molten lava began to protrude and morph into slick, reddish-orange searing swords, spears, cutlasses, halberds, and other sharp-bladed weapons, each pointing menacingly toward the direction of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City and its gods' chosens.

Tension skyrocketed immensely as the gods' chosens of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City tensed their bodies, preparing for the imminent attack from their sudden assailant.