All the defensive fortresses lit up with dazzling divine runes and magic sigils at once. Chains formed of energy shot out from the fortresses, plunging into the enormous bodies of nearby defensive fortresses amid clanging crashes. In that instant, every defensive fortress became one; they shared the vast reserves of energy they had accumulated, and all their defensive barriers merged into a single whole.
The shimmering light screens of over a thousand defensive fortresses joined together into one vast expanse. Each fortress's own defenses could withstand the full-force assault of a mid-level chief god. But thanks to the Celestial Sprite Clan's miraculous alchemical techniques, all the fortresses' defensive barriers had been linked together and instantly overlapped. The defense of this entire fortress network had reached a level that no one below a mid-level godmaster could breach.
One elven deity after another exploded in the sky. They crazily self-destructed, seeking to blast these defensive fortresses to dust and completely destroy the defensive system around the core region of the Holy Mountain. But before these interconnected fortresses, no matter how frenzied the elven deities became, their suicidal attacks merely made the fortresses tremble and emit deep, droning cries. They failed to destroy even a single fortress.
The Green Moon Empress stood there in a daze. From her own standpoint, she absolutely did not wish for her people to damage so much as a blade of grass or a tree on the Holy Mountain. But as the Empress of the elves, she was even less willing to watch her clansmen burn away the very origins of their souls, only to fail to destroy even one Holy Mountain fortress!
"Who made these fortresses? How can their defenses possibly be this strong?" The Green Moon Empress clenched her fists and screamed, nearly hysterical. "There can't