Battle of the Elite

In the valley, more than forty human Eighth-Order experts stood in formation. Psionic Energy surged around each of them like the tide, gathering into a vast sea of power that cast the sky above the valley into shifting light and shadow.

Behind them, the Psionic Users of the great families burned with fighting spirit, their momentum soaring.

On the Orcs' side, the fifteen Eighth-Order fighters still radiated fierce power, but their earlier arrogance and composure had vanished.

Several thousand elite Orc Warriors huddled together, their defensive formation tightening layer by layer. Their eyes were full of tension and wariness.

Gu He hovered in midair, his dark-gold dragon eyes sweeping across the valley. The Dongfang Family's Azure Wood Power, the Xiao Family's Skyburn Flame, the Leng Family's bitter frost, and the Ji Family's sacred dragon majesty—the powers of the four Holy Blood Families intertwined into an inescapable cage, sealing the entire area.

There was only one way out: fight through them.

Gu He slowly clenched his fists. Given the difference in strength, even if his side forced its way out, the cost would be terrible.

At the thought, scarlet flickered in his golden dragon eyes.

Qin Tian!

Ever since Three-Hump Mountain, that human had led them by the nose.

Poison gas, a Space Trap, the assassination of Seventh-Order fighters, Explosive Iron Balls, an empty-city bluff, a Spatial Formation, an ambush by reinforcements—

One move after another, one trap layered over the next. It was as though an invisible hand had been playing with them all along.

And even now, they had yet to catch a glimpse of Qin Tian.

"Attack."

Ji Wencong's commanding voice rang out.

The moment he spoke, the four families moved almost as one.

The Xiao Family struck first.

Three Eighth-Order Xiao Family elders erupted with dark-red Skyburn