No matter how many high-tier beings there were in The Woodlands, the strongest were, without question, the elves.
They needed no other weapons. Just a sword and a bow were enough to make them top-tier combat power.
Knight Tiffany had even told him that The Woodlands might have Demigod-level Elven Rangers.
Even now, Ryan still did not know exactly how one became a Demigod.
Legendary was the end of the extraordinary path. Between that and Demigod, there was simply no such thing as a road.
But the strength of a Demigod... he had learned about that.
The one beside Grand Duke Russell could even protect him before the power of a god.
Ryan set down the arrow in his hand. Flames burned along his arm, reducing the vines that had grown out of thin air and tried to coil around him to ash. Then he looked at the Legendary elf entangled by Higni.
The other party had abandoned the longbow and was fighting Higni with a dagger. Clearly, however, he had underestimated Higni's true abilities. She was a killer, an assassin—not a soldier who fought with technique.
"The Elven Royal Court is still raising the stakes."
Beside Ryan, everyone had been sent out, but the Elven Royal Court was far from at its limit. This ancient race still possessed a powerful foundation. The Frost Dragon Arryris was still holding on, and Ryan was thinking about when he should give the order to retreat.
"Fortunately, there's been no call for aid from the Western Forest Sea."
The dragon was already being beaten until blood and flesh flew. Ryan's thoughts drifted toward another battlefield. He still did not fully understand the Wansu Kingdom's motives. The Forest Sea, high above.
Around each airship was a magical barrier that allowed only attacks out and