The crimson sun hung high in the sky, its light blanketing the earth, vast and boundless as blood.
Amid a mountain range, a great battle was erupting.
Five Source Martialists, all clad in Source Power Battle Suits, were locked in fierce combat.
The five great experts were vaguely divided into two camps.
One side had three people. Their leader was a tall, gaunt figure, faint lightning crackling around him. He wielded a saber, his momentum like a rainbow, terrifyingly imposing as he frantically attacked the delicate figure on the other side.
The other two on his side glowed with fiery red light. One held a spear, the other a warhammer, and both radiated equally frightening auras.
The ones besieged by the three were Kross and Alicia.
"Kill!"
Alicia drew upon her Source Power and fully activated her Source Power Battle Suit. Wisps of blue light emerged from the longsword in her hand, flowing on without end like water as she resisted the attacks of the tall, gaunt figure wreathed in purple light.
With every clash, Alicia was blasted backward.
Yet she seemed to possess some invisible magic. Whenever her gaze swept across him, the tall, gaunt figure in purple robes would stagger, constantly affected, unable to unleash his full combat power.
At times, Alicia's sword light even left a trace upon his body.
Unfortunately.
In terms of overall strength, Alicia and Kross together were far inferior to their opponents. Even as they fought while retreating, they remained tightly entangled.
They had already fled for more than ten kilometers, yet still had not shaken them off.
And with every collision in battle, Kross's injuries grew heavier, making even continued escape increasingly difficult.
The key was still that tall, gaunt figure wreathed in purple light. His strength was simply too terrifying. In