A Plan Spanning Hundreds of Years

At that moment, in the center of the ruins, a pale orb of light still enveloped everyone.

As the light slowly faded, they opened their eyes to find that the once-grand arena had been completely reduced to shattered walls and rubble, silently testifying to the terrifying force of the explosion.

Lucy let out a long breath, her face filled with the dazed relief of having survived a disaster.

"Just barely... I almost thought I was going to die..."

Lutia's slightly proud voice came from beside her.

"With this Elf King here, how could I possibly let you get hurt?"

"This is the strongest defensive barrier among the Elf Race's three great secret arts. Saving your lives was easy."

Erza smiled faintly and added, "We really have Lutia to thank this time. Otherwise, we might truly have perished here."

As they spoke, the space beside them suddenly rippled, and Laxus and the others stepped out through a gate of light.

"Looks like your battle is over too."

Erza nodded. "Yes. Now only Ye Yang's side remains."

Everyone turned their gazes toward the distant sky. They understood that a battle of that level was no longer something they could interfere in. The only thing they could do now was wait and trust the companion who was still fighting.

Elsewhere

Half the sky was shrouded in gloomy gray mist, while the other half blazed beneath a scorching sun.

One half of the sky was covered by gloomy gray mist, while the other was illuminated by the blazing sun.

Ye Yang and Mash stood on opposite sides.

Mash stared at Ye Yang with a grave expression. Having only just revived, he possessed merely thirty percent of his original body's strength. Yet what he had not expected was that in just a few short months,