Fifteenth Ring

In truth, the weak have no right to witness the battles of the strong.

Take, for example, the simplest question of instantaneous radiation. The Sun is enormous, illuminating everything. But Fixed Star is only enormous in total energy volume; its radiation intensity per unit area and instantaneous burst power are extremely limited. Any living being with an Attribute exceeding twenty can directly face Fixed Star.

But the battle before us is on a completely different level.

The Oldest Elf casually unleashed a high- Thirteenth Ring fire spell, whose instantaneous radiation brightness surpassed that of an ordinary Fixed Star by hundreds of millions of times, with terrifying light energy and radiation Diffusion wantonly.

Ordinary creatures only need to be within a hundred miles, without even being exposed to the aftershocks of the spell, to have their bodies instantly dissolved by the overflowing light radiation alone.

The red-clad woman's powerful physique allowed her to observe the battle.

Fourteenth Ring powerhouse going all out, right in the heart of a major power's territory—this is a battle unlike anything ever seen in this world.

To witness this battle, even death would be worthwhile!

On the battlefield, offense and defense shift and change in an instant.

The ancient elf, wielding a scepter, delivered a powerful blow that smashed a red dragon's remains in two.

Sensing that her energy reserves were already more than half full, she looked at [Raymond Caldwell], who was currently absorbing energy from the Elf Ancient Tree.

The sap of the Elf Ancient Tree truly lives up to its reputation as the most effective tonic in the world. It restored eighty percent of the injuries and weakened state it suffered from forcibly descending to the Mortal World.

In contrast, the Elf Ancient Tree, which once stretched for 100,000 meters, rapidly withered and died, its Origin force depleted, decaying and dying at a visible speed.

Countless high-ranking elves dwelling within the ancient tree trunks were unable to escape and were all swallowed up by the terrifying aftershocks of the battle, perishing in an instant.

He descended specifically for the sake of the Elf Ancient Tree.

"It seems that this ancient Elf Ancient Tree was a special gift prepared by your Elf Race for my Demon God Race."

Raymond Calderwell drew a greatsword wreathed in gray flames, ready to slay the Oldest Elf.

He was not arrogant, but the Oldest Elves were indeed no match for Him.

According to the strength evaluation system of the extraterrestrials, the opponent's highest Attribute, spirit, is only 27.5, while his own three Attributes have all exceeded 28, and even his Constitution has reached 28.4.

This is an insurmountable gap; [Raymond Calderwell] only needs one sword strike to incapacitate his opponent.

All that's needed is to lose the ability to move. The Oldest Elf doesn't want to waste time figuring out its backup plans and Resurrection methods; it simply wants to leave.

Then... he fled.

Wherever you flee, just run away, run away...

That's Future more terrifying than death...

Just as Raymond Calderwell's mind trembled slightly, the Oldest Elf nodded expressionlessly.

"The Elf Ancient Tree was indeed prepared for you Demon Gods."

As soon as the words fell, the thick clouds in the dome tore apart and scattered to both sides. In the depths of the Void, a giant eye with a black background and golden pupils, tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter, slowly opened. It was like the Unspeakable supreme being from beyond the heavens, looking down and peering into this tiny world, staring at the figure of the Demon God clinging to the ancient tree!

[Raymond Calderwell] looked up and met those eyes.

That was not a living being; there were no creatures of that size in this world. It was merely a colossal, eye-shaped structure with a pitch-black background.

In the time it took for Him to devour the ancient tree, this colossal structure had already been initiated and completed.

A thousand elemental Runes and ten thousand Spell lights began to intertwine, and the black eyes instantly transformed into blood-red eyes, leaving only the golden pupil in the center shining even brighter!

The withered branches of the Elf Ancient Tree wrapped around Him, binding Him tightly, and even hands made of mud gripped Him.

Raymond Caldwell's eyes narrowed, and combining this with information about the flow of certain hidden high-level resources among the Elf Race over the past ten thousand years, he understood what had happened.

The Elf Race certainly knew that the Elf Ancient Tree was a great tonic, and they had devoted a great deal of effort to it.

Subsequently, they constructed the largest offensive megastructure in the Mortal World realm, one that required no relocation, no reuse, and no defense.

All you need to do is... smash the Elf Ancient Tree!

And the little glutton that might be lurking on the Elf Ancient Tree.

He can kick Mortal World beings like dogs, but not the colossal structures He builds; they are purely offensive colossal structures.

For example, you can withstand anyone's piling, but you absolutely cannot withstand a hundred-ton high-frequency hydraulic vibratory piling hammer hitting a target thousands of times per second at sea; that would be incredibly unlucky.

But that's all in the past.

The current Demon Gods possess sixth-generation Spatial Leap technology, so they no longer need to be restricted in every way as before. They can simply pay some price to hide back in the Demon Realm, or directly jump from the Demon Realm.

Therefore, space technology represents an absolute qualitative leap for any living being or civilization.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he immediately activated his magic, initiating Spatial Leap teleportation technique to escape back to the Demon Realm for safety, only to discover—

The Demon Realm has refused my visit!

When?!

The bottom of the cannon barrel slowly lit up with endless layers of composite Spell cores, and countless energies cleverly merged together at this moment, condensing into a golden Stars.

[Fifteenth Ring World Spell: False Star]!

A massive, celestial-like high-energy Aggregation fell, its terrifying energy unleashed without reservation; the overflowing light was so intense that even the Dark Domain could not completely engulf it.

Everything was melting. The moment the celestial body hit his face, Raymond Caldwell felt his 28.4-point Constitution evaporate under the naturally emanating gamma radiation.

Gamma radiation turned the Elf Race, and even the Oldest Elves, into a boiling cauldron, and everything ceased to exist.

The moment the golden eyes turned blood red, Red Dragon Dieyi jumped into the Dark Domain, enduring the continuous damage from the Dark Domain and flying outwards regardless of everything.

After flying only two hundred kilometers, the aftershocks came from behind. Berserk torrent of energy instantly swept over her body, and the powerful destructive force directly stripped away all her flesh and blood, scraping the dignified Pseudo-Thirteenth Ring Red Dragon powerhouse into a blood-red dragon skeleton!

She fainted.

But then a bizarre scene suddenly unfolded.

The Dark Domain that was Burn her suddenly stopped the moment she lost consciousness. Large swathes of the Dark Domain vanished into thin air and began to repair her body.

The remaining crimson dragon bones, aided by the power of the Dark Domain, slowly and uncontrollably writhed, gradually moving towards the center of the Elf King Domain, which had already been reduced to ruins.

Half a minute after the Fifteenth Ring the pseudo-star Forbidden Spell fell.

The once prosperous and ancient lands of the Elf King Domain have been completely reduced to Ethereal earth, and all the elves have perished, with not a single one surviving.

Only a faint remnant soul of the Oldest Elf broke free from the shattered shackles of heaven and earth, teetering on the brink of collapse, and slowly drifted towards the Elf Race's Small World, [The Realm Left Behind by the World].

Just as the remnant soul was about to disappear into the Secret Realm, a crimson Dragon Claw, rapidly regenerating and its flesh and blood reviving layer by layer, suddenly reached out and firmly grasped the remnant soul in its hand.

[Raymond Calderwell], who was originally just a small lump of flesh at the very center of the Fifteenth Ring Spell, was now rapidly growing a new body, just like a Nirvana rising from the ashes, his eyes filled with rage.

"You Elf Race are just itching to get involved when others are defecating, why are you getting involved?"