Forced Onto the Field

Standing amid an ultra-fast gale like billions of blades, capable of shredding objects into fragments.

Yu Ling Mei Yan watched the black sphere in the distance, which seemed poised to plunder every last trace of color.

As the High Priest of the Fairy Race, she felt an unprecedented, fatal sense of danger. It felt as though getting even slightly closer could mean instant death!

Her expression was exceptionally grim!

Of course, that was not solely because the enemy was far stronger than imagined.

It was also because the Death Tribulation Flower mark on her fair neck was relentlessly draining the blood and life essence from within her body.

Even she found this state extremely uncomfortable, her vision swimming with dizziness.

As a Spellcaster, her physical constitution was far stronger than that of an ordinary person, but she was nowhere near as capable of enduring sustained blood loss as a thick-skinned warrior.

The only reason she could still remain conscious was the support of potions and spells.

Gazing at the flame-wreathed figure in the distance, she said sternly, "He has gained the upper hand. We must help the Ancestor Beast, or everyone will die..."

Her deputy looked at the massive trees in the sky, tossed about like weeds by the wind, and replied helplessly, "That may be true, but the vast majority of us, myself included, aren't even qualified to approach the battlefield..."

To be honest, he had never imagined that a gale could uproot trees hundreds of meters tall—trees whose branches, trunks, and roots were harder than steel—and send them soaring freely ten thousand meters into the sky, or even higher.

What shocked him even more was that this apocalyptic sight was merely a small amount of fallout from the clash between two beings.

For a moment.

Even though he